Billionaire Bad Boys of Romance Boxed Set (10 Book Bundle)

by Selena Kitt

  “You didn’t reply---”

  “You texted me once!”

  “Those were all things I have never done for any other woman but you!” he snapped, his hand slashing the air in an expansive gesture of frustration. “Do you think it’s easy for me to do any of those when all my life it’s always been the other way around?” He looked at Ioniko with contempt. “And I still fucking want you, even if you are here with him.”

  Ioniko said evenly, “I trust Mairi’s judgment. I’m sure she’ll eventually see that she will be happier in my bed than in yours.”

  “You will never touch her!” Damen spat.

  “Careful with your tone, Leventis. I can easily order you off my yacht.”

  Realizing in a panic that the two were close to coming to blows, she protested, “Stop!” Their gazes swung back to her, barely suppressed rage evident in their tense forms.

  Swallowing, she looked at Ioniko first. “I’m so sorry I got you involved in this.”

  Ioniko breathed hard at the words. “And I am sorry that you are choosing this bastard over me.” She started to speak, but he shook his head. “You did nothing wrong – and it is not over between us. Don’t think I’m giving you up. I am simply respecting your decision – for now. But know this, Mairi - he does not deserve you.”

  “And you do?” Damen asked coldly.

  “At least I do not lie about being unattached.” Ioniko smiled mirthlessly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think it is best that I leave the two of you to work out your differences.”

  The door swung shut behind Ioniko’s back silently, leaving Mairi and Damen staring at each other.

  Everything she had ruthlessly buried in the deepest recesses of her memories suddenly came back in a rush, and she nearly fainted at the way her heart was close to bursting with happiness. Damen Leventis wanted her in his life. Her Greek billionaire had missed her, had not been able to stop thinking about her – had chosen her.

  Lesson 9

  To catch a Greek billionaire, you must be prepared to be hurt.

  He said: That makes you sound like a masochist.

  She said: Good thing you’re very much a sadist. We’re the perfect pair.

  (He said: Note to editor – make sure this book is rated for mature readers. I do not want my daughter to read this and start having ideas.)

  “Please don’t tell me we ran out of gas.” Mairi was the first one to break the silence that had developed between her and Damen the moment they were aboard his sailboat, which he had anchored next to Ioniko’s yacht.

  She had been terribly impressed to see Damen in action behind the steering wheel, but now, with the winds dying down and the engine suddenly shutting down in the middle of the Mediterranean, Mairi was starting to feel faint. She had watched a lot of movies that took place in marooned and lost ships and none of them had happy endings.

  “Damen?”

  He shook his head. “I simply ran out of patience. I’m too hungry for you.” He extended his hand.

  Her eyes widened. “Now?”

  Damen’s face became shuttered. “Does it feel too soon?”

  “I…no…”

  “Did you perhaps forget about my touch and how it felt to be in my arms after spending time with Vlahos?”

  Before she could answer, Damen had her trapped between his body and the wall. “Damen---”

  The rest of what she wanted to say was swallowed by his hard and possessive kiss. All her emotional defenses were shattered by that kiss, the heat and passion that she could only feel in Damen’s arms coming back to her with a vengeance.

  With a little cry, she curled her arms around his neck and surrendered herself to Damen’s kiss, her tongue moving as insistently as his, needing more of his taste, wanting more of his dominance.

  “Did he make you feel like this when he kissed you?” Damen growled against her lips, jealousy driving him crazy. Mairi was his but he still had this insane urge to storm back into Vlahos’ yacht and beat the other man for even thinking about Mairi.

  She shook her head, whispering, “We never kissed.”

  He looked at her intensely. “You do not have to lie.”

  She said with a tremulous smile, “I’m not. I couldn’t even think of kissing another man but you---”

  “Mairi.” It was all he could groan before he was kissing her again. He knew her words were true and it blew him away, the way she really did seem to want him and only him even though she could have another man – another fucking billionaire – to take care of her.

  “I need to have you now, Mairi.”

  Mairi said simply, “Yes.”

  She closed her eyes as Damen lifted her in his arms and brought her to the bedroom below deck, savoring the feel of having him embrace her again. She only opened her eyes when she felt herself being lowered on the bed. The room was decorated in darker shades of brown and gray, its appeal a mix of masculine and utilitarian.

  Damen was swiftly removing his clothes and then sheathing his already erect cock before joining her in bed. “We’ll burn them,” he muttered as he also made short work of her robe and bikini.

  Her eyes widened. “But they’re new---”

  “Doesn’t fucking matter. I don’t ever want to see you wearing clothes bought by another man. You’re mine Mairi, and I’m the only one who has the right to cover and uncover your body.”

  She wanted to tease him at how possessive he sounded but there wasn’t any time, with Damen hungrily kissing her again. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as she kissed him back, loving the familiar feel of his hardness pressing down on her body.

  Mairi moaned when he started kissing her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts. He paused to smile devilishly at her, and she smiled back in dazed pleasure. But that smile soon turned into another moan when he cradled one breast and started sucking its nipple.

  “Damen!”

  He bit her nipple.

  “DAMEN!” She couldn’t help but scream his name now, and she screamed it again and again as he moved further down, this time worshiping her body by tonguing her pussy.

  “Please,” she sobbed as he moved up a little and started licking her clitoris.

  “Please what?” he growled.

  “Please!” It was all she could say as she writhed in an agony of pleasure and desire, the quick lashes of his tongue against her clit making her head twist on the pillow and her eyes roll back.

  He rose to his knees and she whimpered when he started to push her legs open wider and wider.

  “Damen?”

  In answer, he penetrated her with one forceful push, his cock driving in like a sword finding its home.

  She screamed.

  “Yes,” he grated out, loving the way Mairi’s pants and whimpers filled the room. He moved his hips quick and hard, driving his cock further and further in until he felt its head brushing against the wall of her womb.

  “Oh, oh, Damen! Oh!”

  There was nothing like being possessed by such an alpha male lover, and combined with the fact that Damen was the Greek billionaire she had been waiting for – she could only scream and hold on to him for dear life as he pounded away.

  Each thrust of his cock made her sob harder and louder. “Please, please…”

  “Promise me you won’t ever leave me again!”

  She sobbed, “I promise!”

  “Promise this pussy will only be for my cock to take!”

  “I promise!”

  He reached for her clit. “And fucking promise me that it’s only my name you’ll ever be screaming---”

  “I promise, DAMEN!” He pinched her clit hard and Mairi’s orgasm burst out of nowhere, making her scream again, pleasure whipping every part of her body so hard there was nothing for her to do but to shudder and ride the waves out.

  Damen hadn’t stopped moving, his hips jerking even faster, his cock pummeling her pussy. As the waves of Mairi’s pleasures softened, Damen’s own release reached its peak and he came with a guttur
al growl. His hands clutched each cheek of her buttocks as he ground his cock into her.

  * * * *

  She stirred from her sleep, and Damen’s arms tightened around her instinctively.

  “I need to check the time,” she said drowsily.

  His arms tightened even more. “I’ll check it for you. You’re not allowed to leave my side.

  * * * *

  The next time she woke up, still not knowing exactly what time it was, she wanted to pee. She tried to wriggle out of his arms but Damen woke instantly.

  “Need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered.

  “I’ll go with you.”

  “Damen!”

  “I’m not letting you out of my sight anymore.”

  * * * *

  After Damen had parked the sailboat in its private dock, he served both of them dinner in bed. He had been adamant about not letting Mairi out of his bed, going as far as locking her in the bedroom while he was preparing dinner, which she found more amusing than worrying.

  “You’re so crazy possessive now,” she teased him as she fed him grapes after helping herself to the pasta and chicken he had heated in the microwave.

  Damen shrugged. “It is who I am.” He was leaning against the bed’s headboard, hands clasped behind his head and looking like an indolent prince waiting to be entertained.

  Gazing at him, she blurted out, “You’re so pretty.”

  He choked. “You could not even use the word ‘handsome’?”

  She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry. I was just speaking my thoughts out loud. I didn’t mean you’re effeminate or anything. I mean pretty, like with Gollum calling his ring ‘my precious’?” Mairi perked up as an idea occurred to her. “Now that we’re going to be official, I think we should have special names for each other.”

  Damen had a hard time keeping up with her. First there was Gollum, and then something about an official and now they needed special names? She was the most delightfully scatterbrained teacher he had ever met, and damn if he did not find it sexy as hell.

  Mairi was looking at him expectantly.

  “Err…ladies first?”

  She grinned. “Okay.” She raised herself on her knees, bringing a sheet with her to cover her breasts.

  He shook his head, pulling the sheet away.

  “But…”

  “Mine,” he reminded her simply.

  Mairi blushed and the pinkness spread all over her body. Unable to help it, Damen leaned forward and suckled her nipple.

  “Oh…”

  Fuck. That moan of hers never failed to turn him on. He dragged her to his lap, making sure she was in a straddling position before he thrust up the same time he pulled her down.

  “Damen!” She clutched his shoulders hard as the unexpected penetration rendered her speechless.

  “Now…what were we talking about?” he asked hoarsely as she started riding his cock.

  “Uhh…” It was impossible to think, not with the way his cock was filling her. All she wanted was to continue impaling herself on Damen’s cock, again and again until he made her come the way only he could.

  “Something about special names?”

  She breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh, yes…I want us…to have special names. I don’t want…something ordinary like baby or sweetheart. I want something ours alone.”

  “You first then.” He was having a more difficult time speaking, with her breasts jiggling in his face and tempting him beyond belief.

  “I want to call you…” She stopped moving as she tried to clear the sexual haze in her mind.

  She had stopped moving?

  “Fuck that.” Damen held her by the nape and kissed her. “Fuck now, talk later. Got it?”

  In answer, she fell against his chest, clinging to his neck as she rode him like she had been born on a saddle.

  * * * *

  “You’re sure calling in sick will not get you in trouble?” Damen asked the next day as he lifted her off the beach lounge chair, settled himself on it, and then settled Mairi on his lap.

  She snuggled against him immediately, and he liked the fact that this time she no longer cared that she was completely naked in his arms – in broad daylight and while he was fully clothed.

  They had gone out sailing again before mooring themselves near what Mairi thought was a deserted island but was actually one of the undeveloped properties he had recently bought. This close to his property, he was able to ensure their safety and privacy. Mairi losing her inhibitions with him was one thing, but having the world feast their eyes on her naked nubile body was another. No way in hell would he ever allow another man to see what was his.

  “My friends will cover for me and besides, it’s my first time to call in sick.” As she lay against his chest, she absent-mindedly played with his nipple, pinching it occasionally.

  Damen’s chuckle vibrated against his cheek. “That’s going to get you into trouble if you continue doing it, sweetheart.”

  The term of endearment made her sit up. “Special names!”

  He loved the way her face lit up every time she had one of her…rare…ideas. That was the best way to put it since “rare” sounded better than “insane”.

  She looked at him seriously. “I think I’m going to call you…”

  He raised a brow, knowing that whatever she decided on it would definitely be…rare.

  “Dreamboat.”

  Yes, definitely rare and it was definitely hard to keep a straight face as he coughed and said, “That’s…err…interesting.”

  She beamed. “At least it’s something of ours.” Mairi nodded encouragingly at him. “What about you? What do you want to call me?”

  He didn’t hesitate. “Matakia mou.”

  Mairi burst into laughter. “Maybe I should call you Gollum instead.” But even as she teased him, she couldn’t help but feel cherished. Because those words, translated to English, meant ‘my precious’.

  * * * *

  “We’re agreed then? You will move in this weekend?” Damen asked as his limousine slowed down to a stop on the very same road Mairi had chosen to meet with him the first time. The cloak-and-dagger stuff she insisted on frustrated Damen but for now, he knew he should not push his luck.

  It was already a miracle he had somehow persuaded her to come back into his life. Damen would not dare do anything else that could make her leave him again. If she wanted to walk back to school from here, then so she would. However, Mairi did not have to know that he would also have an entire security team tailing her to make sure she reached her destination in one piece.

  She bit her lip. “Are you sure Diana won’t mind?” Greek girls could still be terribly conservative and she didn’t want anything to ruin her friendship with the young girl as much as possible.

  “She will understand. This is normal for Greek men.”

  Mairi glanced at him in astonishment. “Really? I thought it would be the opposite?”

  Her words puzzled Damen. “In what way should it be opposite? Do you think it is better that I live in your home?”

  “No, no. I mean, it’s not normal for a couple to move in together before marrying, right? Not that I’m saying we’re going to get married soon but---” Mairi stopped, belatedly noticing the way Damen had suddenly whitened.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  How could they have---

  FUCK! This was not fucking happening. This could not be fucking happening.

  “Damen? What’s wrong?” Mairi reached out to touch his face, but he caught her wrist and shook his head. She let her arm fall back down, trying not to feel hurt.

  He asked carefully, “What exactly do you think we are now, Mairi?”

  She frowned at the question, unable to see the point of it. “Are you worried about the labels?” she asked finally. “We don’t have to be girlfriend or boyfriend. We can just be…an item.” That was the best she could come up with.

  “An item…that will eventually lead to marriage?”

  She
colored, but not wanting to lie she said, “Eventually, yes.”

  “But how can that be when I am still engaged to the Kokanis heiress?”

  The words made Mairi’s vision blur. “What do you mean you’re still engaged?” she whispered.

  The pain in her voice made him flinch. Goddamn it! He had promised himself he would not hurt her, but why the hell did things always get fucked up between them?

  “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?”

  “No, but…” She looked at him blankly. “How else will you have me back in your life if you still belong to her?”

  “I don’t belong---”

  She shouted, “How?”

  This time, he was the one who tried to reach out to her. And this time, she was the one to push him away.

  “How?” she sobbed out. She had a feeling she already knew, but she needed to hear him say it.

  Damen said bleakly, “I wanted you back in my life as my mistress.”

  * * * *

  She walked alone. She had always walked alone on this street, which was the shortest and most isolated path leading back to the school. But somehow, none of those times had felt as empty and lonely like how she was feeling now.

  In her mind, she could still hear Damen demanding that she listen to him – that she let him explain.

  “You don’t understand,” Damen had said.

  She shook her head. “No. It’s you who don’t understand. I love you---”

  “For God’s sake, Mairi! You’ve known me for what – three fucking days? And now you’re telling me you fucking love me? Do you know how fucking crazy that sounds?”

  Yes, she knew. She had always known it sounded crazy. But she had grown up believing that someone like Damen Leventis would walk into her life, make her fall in love with him, and then they’d live happily ever after.

  Maybe it was crazy. But was it so fucking wrong? Was she so wrong to believe that the kind of fairytales she believed in, the ones that had Greek billionaires in it instead of Prince Charming – was she so fucking wrong to want to believe that those fairy tales could also come true?