by Marian Tee
The Art of Kissing a Greek Billionaire (Book 6)
By Marian Tee
About The Art of Kissing a Greek Billionaire
It's not always happy-ever-after when you marry a Greek billionaire.
24-year-old Mairi was once an old-fashioned hopeless romantic, a schoolteacher who flew all the way to Greece in hopes of finding her own Greek billionaire to fall in love with.
She found it in Damen Leventis, a handsome billionaire who was alpha to the core. He was everything she had dreamed of...except for the fact that he didn't even know what love was. A lot of tears had to be shed, a lot of heartache had to be felt, before the billionaire finally realized love was what he felt for her.
Now that they're married and with a baby in tow, Mairi thought it's all happily ever after until...that boy. And...that kiss.
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The Art of Kissing a Greek Billionaire (Book 6)
By Marian Tee
Copyright 2015 by Streak Digital Publishing
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Prologue
Damen
It was the same nightmare again, a terrifying fusion of his worst memories.
Mairi stood in front of him, eyes blurry with tears, hurt and confusion making her lip tremble.
He recognized this scene immediately, knew it was after their first night together. He had convinced her to come back to his life, to move in with him, and she had said yes, had thought it was a good idea until she realized what role she’d be playing.
No! Dammit, no!
But it was as if his soul was manacled, and there was nothing he could do to stop the scene from unfolding, nothing to prevent Mairi from breaking.
“What do you mean you’re still engaged?”
And that was when Damen saw himself. His former asshole self, unable to see past his selfishness to realize how he was destroying his only chance of happiness.
“Mairi, I didn’t lie to you this time. When we were in Vlahos’ yacht, I told you I wanted you in my life.”
“Yes.”
“But did I say I was going to break it off with her?”
Stop it. You fucking fool, stop breaking her heart! Damen struggled against the invisible chains that stopped him, but it was as if he was voiceless, nonexistent.
And so his former self continued to tear her apart.
He turned to Mairi, and Damen’s chest constricted at the way she tried to keep her every dream alive, tried to believe that love was every bit as good and pure as she had been made to believe.
“No, but…”
That blank look in her eyes, that silent begging – it drove Damen to his knees, and he looked up, wildly searching for something, someone to blame. Somebody fucking let me go so I can stop this.
He shouted, I’ll do anything you want. Just let me go and let me—
But it was too late.
“How else will you have me back in your life if you still belong to her?” Her voice shook. Her heart bled. He could see it in her eyes.
And his former self, finally realizing, bit by bit, the fucking mess he was in. His former self, doing his best to keep Mairi from bleeding even more, saying, “I don’t belong—”
But it was too late.
Mairi was screaming. “How?”
The pain on her face was too much.
Damen reached for her at the same time his former self did.
But neither of them was able to reach her
.
Mairi, pushing away the hand that tried to hold her, Mairi trying her best not to sob, but it was impossible.
“How?”This time, she was no longer screaming. This time, she was crying.
Damen was white with pain at the sight. Why, goddamn you, why? Why do you always make me see this?
In front of him, his former self admitted in a bleak voice, “I wanted you back in my life as my mistress.”
As soon as the words were uttered, the scene changed, transforming into the garden of his home in Athens. Damen’s surprise party had taken a turn for the worst as he and his guests ended up the ones surprised instead.
A beam of light shone down on his pregnant wife, whose fingers tightly gripped the handles of her luggage. Behind her stood Drake, the man who was obviously going to take her away from Damen.
Mairi was crying, and she was apologizing to him over and over. “I’m sorry.”
Each word was like a wound that Damen knew would never stop bleeding. Even now, even though a part of him knew this was a nightmare he had somehow been forced to relive, Damen couldn’t help the terror choking him at the thought of his wife leaving him for good.
Slowly, he reached for her, half-expecting his former self to show up and replace him. But nothing happened, the crowd around them blending into the shadows. He could feel their eyes on him. Watchful. Judging. Pitying.
When Mairi flinched, Damen tore his hand away, unable to believe he had been able to touch her. He looked around, wondering what was happening. This was the past. This couldn’t be happening again—
Behind him, Mairi was whispering, “I’m sorry.”
He spun back to face her, and terror strangled him when he saw her starting to walk away.
No.
Fuck, no.
It didn’t matter if this was a dream or not. He was not going to let her be taken away.
He clutched her hand, desperate to keep her from leaving him. Slowly, Mairi turned to Damen, tears still streaking down her face. “I’m sorry.”
“Then…stay.” He said the words instinctively, and a moment later, he realized those words were the exact same ones he had said in the past.
Mairi shook her head. “I can’t pretend anymore.”
The words had killed him then, and it still killed him now. Despair made the whole world go black, but Damen doggedly forced himself to concentrate on her words, forced himself to find a solution to her problem.
If she had been pretending before, so fucking be it – he would take her any fucking way he could have her. And now…if she was tired of pretending –
“I’ll find a way to make it easier for you to pretend.” He couldn’t say the words fast enough, couldn’t stop himself from gripping her hand tightly so she’d never be free from him. “Until – until you forget you’re pretending—”
But Mairi didn’t seem to hear him. Didn’t seem to want to hear him as she shook her head and sobbed, “I have to let you go—”
“I don’t want you to let me go!” Desperation made him shout the words. Goddammit, he didn’t want to relive this again. Somebody fucking wake him up from this nightmare—
When Mairi managed to wrench herself out of his hold, it was as if she had torn his heart out of his chest as well. “I have to,” she cried back. “I can survive without you—”
“But I can’t!” he flung back at her, ashen with pain. Why, dammit, why did she fucking think it was about her being able to survive without him? Of course she could do that. Any man would find it easy to love her.
This…this was all about him.
He would never be able to love anyone but her.
If she left him…
Damen gazed at his wife bleakly. “Do you understand, Mairi?” His words were a savage whisper. “I’m the one who’s weak. I’m weak without you. I’m without hope, and I’m blind, deaf, and dumb without you. So goddammit, take pity on me again.”
The words took everything from him, his throat closing, and his voice broke. “Please.” No fucking shame left even with the whole world looking, pitying him. “Take fucking pity on me and stay—”
But Mairi was still walking away.
“I can’t.”
No, fuck, no.
He rushed to his feet, but it was too late, she was too far away. “Mairi!” He shouted her name as he ran as fast as he could.
This couldn’t be happening. She couldn’t be leaving him. She couldn’t.
“Mairi!”
“Mairi!”
But she was fading from his sight now, leaving him for good.
****
“Damen, wake up. Wake up.”
The sweetness of the voice saved him, waking him from his nightmare.
Damen shot up to a sitting position, breathing hard and feeling like he had just survived a war. Cold sweat enveloped his body, and his thoughts were disoriented, unable to comprehend how he could be in the haven of his bedroom—
A small hand cupped his face, turning him until he found himself facing…
Mairi.
Worry clouded her lovely face as she gazed at him searchingly. She was seated on her haunches, one hand clutching the covers to her naked body.
“Are you okay?” she whispered, her words breaking the stillness in their vast bedroom. “You were having a nightma—oomph.”
Her words were lost in his kiss.
He had to kiss her.
He had to have her.
Now.
It was the only way to make the fear subside, to make him really believe this was reality – and that Mairi was back in his life for good.
Digging his fingers through the thick, smooth tresses of her hair, Damen clasped her head so he could kiss her deeply, his tongue pushing in so forcefully it made his wife gasp and clutch his shoulders. The covers slipped from her grasp, and as her body melted against him, it was his turn to breathe harshly against her lips. The feel of their naked bodies sliding against each other made the blood rush to his head.
He had to have her.
It was the only way to make him believe she was truly his.
Kissing her one last time, he released her, laying her down on her stomach.
Confused, Mairi twisted her head around to look at him. When he knelt behind her on the bed, she asked, “What are you—Damen, no!” Embarrassment and desire made her whimper as Damen lifted her legs all the way up until her feet were over his shoulders.
And then he was eating her pussy, devouring every sweet, sensitive inch of flesh his tongue could reach.
“Daaaaaamen!”
Even as he sucked on her clit, Damen’s hungry gaze never left his wife. He wanted – needed – to see her lost in his touch. Her thighs trembled at his hold, and her pussy also quivered with every stroke of his tongue.
Mairi’s fingers were gripping the bed sheets so tightly. If she’d let go, she was terrified she’d end up floating on cloud nine. Her eyes were hazy with desire, and the sexiest whimpers were coming out from her mouth.
Lifting his head, he commanded in a rough growl, “Keep your legs on my shoulders.”
“Y-yes.” She was so lost now, so fucking lost, Damen wanted to rip into her then and there.
But it wasn’t enough.
He had to make sure she was really his.
Forever.
Lowering his head, he ran his tongue around her clit. Mairi’s upper body strained up, resting on her elbows, her fingers gripping the bed sheets tightly.
As he continued playing with her beautiful nub of flesh, he slowly slid one finger inside of her.
A hot little scream escaped her, Mairi straining upwards again, her lovely breasts, made bigger by motherhood, jiggling with every move.
As he fucked her with his finger, his mouth closed over her clit, and this time, he gave it all.
“Damen.” She began to sob his name, and with every instance, he tried to move his tongue a little faster, tried to thrust his finger a little deeper.
“Oh God, Dame
n.” She was sobbing, gasping. “Oh God, oh God, Damen. I’m…close.”
He bit her clit and slid another finger inside of her.
Mairi screamed as she came, her body stiffening for a fraction of a second before she started shuddering. He flipped her around, and as she found herself on her back, Damen didn’t waste any time. Still on his knees, he lifted her hips up and rammed his cock into her.
“Damen!” She stiffened again, the strength and feel of his thrust making her eyes roll back.
He began pounding into her, as hard and fast as he could. Her legs were locked around his waist, Mairi’s body half-suspended as she was practically balanced on his cock.
“Damen, oh God, Damen.”
Each cry spurred him on, his cock fighting to swell bigger and fill her to the brim.
“Damen, please, Damen.”
Her little cries caressed his body, and his eyes squeezed shut at the ecstasy of feeling the muscles of her pussy clench around his cock.
Pleasure started to build inside him, and he instinctively knew it was going to be powerful, more so than usual. He rocked harder against her, shoving his cock so deep its head brushed against her womb—
“DAMEN!”
“Fuck.”
Seeing her come a second time pushed him over the edge, and he came with a rough hiss of air. “Mairi.” He fucked her even as both of them came hard, his seed overflowing until she started to leak.
Mairi’s arms wrapped around his neck. “I love you,” she whispered just before hugging him tightly. She pressed a kiss on his shoulder. “I love you, love you, love you—”
He groaned, her words making him grind his cock hard into her as he came one last time.
They remained in the same position for a long time, his cock still inside her while both of them tried to catch their breaths.
Finally, Mairi stirred under him, and he stiffened when he felt her fingers graze his naked back. Slowly, she started to stroke him, making the tension gradually leave his body.
