by Pamela Ann
Shit. Dinner. His family. Shit. “So not looking forward to being criticized tonight. Besides, I don’t think I can walk. I can’t feel my legs.” Damn, when I said abused earlier, he took it seriously and went WHAM on my vagina. Didn’t he get that was just to entice him to fuck me well? I didn’t ask for him to cripple me. I could still feel the echo of him inside me, stretching and pounding my body.
“I did as you asked, agápi mou.” My love. “You know how much I love this body… I loved it when you called me your husband in Greek.” He nipped my neck, smiling. “You know how I get when you talk to me in Greek. You knew what was coming.”
That, I did. I bit back a smile, but ended up laughing when he took hold of my hips and cushioned my butt against his hard shaft. “Give my vagina a little breather, please.”
“I intend to. Want me to run you a bath? I’ll wash your aches away.” He groaned as he gently, humped my butt cheek.
Right, because he wasn’t hard at all. “Sure you are.”
He laughed before giving me a nice spanking. “I promise, agápi mou. Now let’s get you bathed before we arrive late to Pappou’s party.”
A little over an hour later, we were in his Aventador LP 700-4 Roadster. The car matched its owner—powerful, screaming of testosterone and had a big, insatiable stamina.
Hell if the Greek McHottie didn’t also look sexy as hell as he shifted gears; effortless in his display of skills, confident in everything he did.
“Stop staring at me; I can’t concentrate driving.” He glanced at me, beaming with pleasure.
“Quit being so full of yourself. You’re not that hot!” I teased, but didn’t believe my lies, not one little bit. I sat there, thinking of how he took me on that table, still feeling him in me after a couple of hours later and, even in my sore state, I wanted him again.
“I wasn’t referring about me, yineka mou. You’re a distraction just having you this close.” He grinned, took hold of my hand and kissed it. “I love this.”
Me, too—too much—but it was inevitable the second I agreed to have this with him. Leaving him, leaving Greece a second time around, would be hard, however it wasn’t going to stop me from leaving.
~L~
“Doing okay?” Dimitris asked, handing me a glass of red wine. We had just finished dinner and I was thankful that he hadn’t left my side.
His parents were still welcoming, though that spark of enthusiasm I saw in their eyes the other night was non-existent tonight. I didn’t really blame them. Yet, the rest of his family were better than what I had expected. I mean, I wasn’t expecting a crazy bunch of Greek-in-laws or anything, but more hostility. I didn’t find that. I found their curiosity amusing, though.
“Uhmm. You have a huge amount of family around you. Don’t you feel overwhelmed by all this commotion?” I took a peek at his thoughtful face, glancing at the screaming kids playing tag. “Crazy kids don’t drive you up the wall?” They were cute, especially the little toddler named Luisa who was eating ice cream, but it looked like her dress got most of it. Motherhood wasn’t something I dwelled on because I had decided a long time ago that I didn’t want to be a mom.
Why? It just wasn’t part of my DNA. Simple.
“I love kids. One day, I’d like five of my own running around. They’re angelic and devilish, but made with love. What’s not to like?” He took hold of my hand and kissed it again, holding it a little bit longer before letting it go.
I’m sure he’d have that life… the kids and all of his dreams, with Claudine. I’d bet my ass that she would already have her wedding and her dream home mapped out the second Dimitris proposed to her. My stomach tightened as the flashbacks of Dimitris and I saying our vows together in that little chapel rammed into me. To have and to hold… from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.
Dimitris brushed my cheek, bringing me back to reality. “Are you okay? You look a tad pale.”
No, I wasn’t okay. The more I spent time here, the more I was losing track of what was real and what wasn’t. Everyone was just too happy and it made things worse because I was so out of my depth here. “I’m fine, just jet-lagged that’s all.”
“You sure?” he double checked.
Nodding, I pasted a smile on my face, it was convincing enough. “Extra sure.”
“All right then. I’m going to take little Luisa and clean her up before giving her back to my cousin. Is that okay with you?” He grinned, kissing me on my forehead before walking away to the little girl who was crying in vain because her ice cream had slid out of the cone and dropped on the grass.
Dimitris immediately took her in his arms, not caring about her ice cream stains rubbing on his shirt as he tried to soothe her before taking her inside the villa where the rest of his family still chatted over coffee and desserts.
“You’re going to break his heart again,” Maria said from somewhere behind me, probably watching us the whole time without me knowing it. She took the spot where Dimitris had sat earlier, eyeing me with scrutiny. “My son came home last year a different man,” she started, looking away. “I thought then, that it could be due to his filming and that it was his last one, that the pressure probably took a lot from him. After the shoot ended, he still acted the same. Even if he hid it well, I’m his mother. I knew it, my guts knew it, that my son was hurting inside, but I didn’t know why. His smile was gone. My son wasn’t a man inside, no matter how much he walked around, calling himself one.” Maria glanced at me then, sad. “Tonight, I see that smile. For months, I longed to see it. My son is happy and very much the old Dimitris everyone knew and loved. Don’t take that away from him. Please, it’s cruel if you leave him again.”
Oh God. Don’t do this to me. This was the last thing I needed. “Your son has Claudine. She can make him happy in the long run, but I… I cannot.”
“He loves you. I’m sure he loves you more than that guy you’re in love with since childhood. My son is a good man. Stay with him and in time, you’ll learn to love him. I don’t know why, but you make him happy. One look at him tonight was all it took for me to understand why he married you. He’s in love and I doubt Claudine can make him happy the way you can. Even if I don’t like you right now, you make my son complete. That’s all I care about.”
I was incredibly guilty of so many things. Although, this one was at the top of my list. “I’m sorry… for causing your family grief,” I murmured, choked up.
She gave me a motherly hug before releasing me. “You don’t owe me an apology, but you owe one to my son. Make him happy. Stay and be his wife. I’ll pray and hope that you’ll change your mind.” Maria gave me a saddened face before getting up and striding inside the villa.
She had left me with so many questions, yet no answers to give.
Chapter 11
The next day, I was still lounging in bed, not having the strength or energy to move and be productive. I just wanted to laze around in bed, sleep and have Dimitris all day long.
“Pappou will be leaving for Switzerland for treatments of his joints tomorrow morning. He wants us to join him for lunch. Will that work for you?” He joined me in bed, shifting on his side with his hand on the side of his head, eyes tracing my nakedness.
Poor thing. “Will he be okay? It’s nothing dangerous or anything, right?” I asked, concern laced in my voice.
He shook his head. “No, but his gout has been giving him pain. My mother wants him to take care of it before it worsens, I suppose. Whatever the doctors could do to help so that the inflammation won’t be as bad every time it comes back. He does love his salty dishes.”
“Poor Elias. Of course we’ll meet him for lunch,” I murmured, inching closer to Dimitris before I stuck out my tongue to taste his nipple, teasing. “You look too sexy, especially in broad daylight. I just couldn’t resist.”
He growled, rolling on his back before lifting me and settling me directly on his groin, straddling him
with my slit on his hard shaft. “I’d want you to ride me, but we have to go.”
“I know.” I smiled wickedly, rocking my hips slowly so he’d know how wet I was, just to push him a tad.
He hissed and then moved his right palm on my stomach, urging me to rock some more. “I want to fill this with my seed.” Dimitris shifted his hips, expertly sliding into my wet channel, making us both sigh with satisfaction. “I want you full of it.” He smacked my ass and then, gripping my hips tighter, ground his cock on my bruised cervix, pushing in more for the space it needed. He watched me in fascination while I lost myself in the feeling of his hardness, filling me to the hilt before he used his thumb to send me into a frenzied state, riding him faster. “Milk me.” He spanked me again, making me purr and moan at the same me. “Harder! Ride my cock harder. I want to come directly into your womb. Make room for it.”
Holy shit. “Dimitris, I’m—” I didn’t finish because I was shaking from my release, suspended from thought or from any movements.
He was relentless as he clawed his hands into the sides of my hips, lifting me then pushing me back down to meet his hard, thick cock in a speedy, hammering rate. Combined with my ongoing orgasm, I screamed murder.
Dimitris was talking in Greek, God knows what he was chanting, and then he gave a final, crushing push before he locked my pussy on the base of his cock, body rigid, cock expanding before it squirted rope after rope of his cream inside me, just as he had promised.
I fell on his chest, ready to pass out again. “You’re prime excellence,” I whispered, eyes closed while listening to the sound of his pumping heart.
My vagina clenched when he gave my butt a good spanking. “You ride me beautifully, agápi mou.” His hands were soothing my butt cheeks before I felt his middle finger trace the dripping come that was sliding off his buried cock. “Relax,” he cooed, using his cream to tease my anal opening. “I’m just teasing. I won’t insert anything in there, okay?”
I released a sigh, trusting him. This was a no-go zone for me. Amber and Emma liked it, but Trista and I looked at them like they were on a different planet. Not that curious, thank you very much.
“How does that feel?” Dimitris inquired, cock not showing any signs of shrinking.
No way! His big cock hitting me there, I’d be paralyzed for life. “Weird.”
“You’re too tense. Maybe next time, I can lick it and make you come that way.” He pushed us up into a sitting position, seeking my lips as he pulled my hair to the side. “Will you let me do that?”
As long as he kept it to that then yes. “If it pleases you.”
He lifted a brow, grinning. “If it pleases me? You sound like a submissive. Maybe I can get you so aroused, you’ll let me do anything to you.”
Ha. Not so funny. “Keep dreaming.”
~L~
Lunch went very well and we were on our dessert when Dimitris excused himself to take a phone call.
Elias watched his grandson walk away with his phone on his ear before speaking to me. “I think you’re making a mistake here, child. You love him. I see it. Even in my old age, I’m not blind.”
Was he serious? Christ. “I don’t love him, Elias. What you see is not real. What we have—what we always had—was purely sexual. I know love and it’s not what I feel for your grandson.”
What were his family doing to me? They all bombarded me with guilt-ridden speeches. God, I understood the love and concern they had for Dimitris, but this wasn’t about him anymore. This was about me—my life, my past and my future. What Dimitris and I had was dynamite sex. Take the sex out and he and I barely knew each other. What we did, getting married, was purely out of spontaneity. We were experiencing a moment of madness because we had exploded in bed together.
The truth wasn’t all that complicated, the reasoning behind it was. I learned my lesson and I aimed to not make the same mistake twice. Staying here in Athens, amongst strangers, just to be with a husband who I had awesome sex with me and that I barely knew, was ludicrous.
Elias yielded, grasping the idea that there was no ever after for his grandson and me. “That’s unfortunate. If what you say is true, then I shall mourn our loss. I’m rather fond of you and think of you perfect with my grandson. He’ll miss you when you’re gone. Believe me, he will.”
Maybe. Maybe not.
Dimitris will be lonely and Claudine would be waiting for him. I’d say he’d be back with her in less than a month. He liked Claudine. I saw how he treated her. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he felt something for the French woman. He’ll come to his senses and move forward with her. Those two were perfect for each other, just like Brody with me.
“He has Claudine. They’re great together.”
“If you think that, then you don’t know men at all. Claudine is a good woman. She’d make a perfect wife and mother to his children, but I worry if she can make him happy.” Elias frowned, deep in thought as he sipped his coffee.
Dimitris came back with a strained face. He sat on one of the chairs and joined us, cutting our conversation short. They ended up talking about the ins and outs of their business so I tuned them out and thought about what Elias and I had talked about.
There was nothing to say, except for, it was for the best.
When it was time to leave, Elias gathered me in his arms, hugging me as if for the last time. “If I don’t get to see you before you leave, I wish you all the best in everything, pethi mou. Thank you for taking the time to come here and meet this old, demanding man. It really was a pleasure to meet you, even if it was only for a short time.”
Shit, I could feel tears burning behind the back of my eyeballs, threatening to come out. Braving out an enthusiastic laugh, I kissed his cheek. “You are definitely an old, demanding man, Elias, but I like you anyway. You take care, too. I hope your treatments will be favorable.”
“Thank you, child. I’m off now.” He gave Dimitris another manly hug, tapping him on the back before whispering something into his ear. I saw Dimitris tense, not blinking or moving at all, before he nodded in understanding.
We were in his car before he said anything. “The lawyers called. They have the papers ready to be signed right now, if you like.”
I was glad that he didn’t hide this fact from me, knowing quite well that he loved me, even though he didn’t voice it out loud. Somehow, there was a tiny part that argued that I wished for him to have waited until the day before I left to go back home so we didn’t have this awkwardness to go through.
“It’s up to you,” I finally voiced out what I thought was best.
He gave me sharp look, as if I had suggested the dumbest thing. “If this was up to me, I wouldn’t be getting a divorce. I want you here, with me, like this. Forever.” Dimitris shook his head, gripping the steering wheel. “This is all you, Lindsey.”
Mother hell! I couldn’t complicate things. Listening to him just now was disheartening, but I had to think for the both of us. This was for the better. “How long does it take to get there?”
Dimitris didn’t even say anything, but shifted the gears and joined the traffic, weaving through it like he was racing for his life. I knew he was friends with men that raced professionally, but he shouldn’t be driving like this with heavy traffic. “Dimitris, slow down. You’re going to get us killed.”
He looked like a possessed man, spinning out of control. “Good, we’d die together and you’d forever be with me. I don’t have to beg and chase you around because you’d be stuck with me!”
I was bracing myself for an impact. His words were in my head, ringing in my ears, thinking that I’d die the same as my parents had. I was holding my breath, wanting to squeeze my eyes shut so I didn’t have to see anything, but I was taken by surprise when the angry engine of his Roadster hummed. That’s when I noted that we were not speeding down traffic, but parked right in front of a very tall, glass building. Kosta Enterprise, Inc., it said on a shiny brass logo.
We had arrived. Divorc
e papers. Hell.
“I apologize for what I said. I don’t want any harm to come to you. It’s not your fault that you don’t love me back and I should stop pushing the issue because I can’t force you to stay, even if I’m dying inside.” Dimitris wasn’t even looking at me, but I knew he meant what he said.
It hurt to see him like this. Yet, I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. Dimitris wasn’t the man for me.
“Someone will be waiting for you once you get inside. I’ll stay here, if you don’t mind.” He was texting someone as he spoke to me.
“Thanks.” I slid out of the car with shaky legs, feeling like my chest was about to combust from pressure. One, two, three deep breaths, I steeled my resolve before striding inside, ready to sign and dissolve my marriage away.
To have and to hold…
Nevermore.
Chapter 12
We arrived back to Dimitris’s home just before sundown and I was pooped. All I wanted at that point was to spend our time in bed, enjoying each other until dinner.
Getting out of the car, I was slamming it shut when I noticed him still sitting there, staring ahead with the engine running.
Was he okay? “Dimitris? You’re not getting out?” I frowned at the silent man who seemed too distracted to hear me.
He let out a lungful of air, as if his chest was having a hard time functioning. “I’m going for a drive. I’ll be back.” Dimitris glanced at me, pressing the accelerator at the same time. It was as if he was letting his Roadster know that he’s going to break it soon, testing its limits, its capacity, because he needed some sort of release.
I didn’t like this, but I couldn’t stop him. I made my choice. I had to stick with it. “Wait! Where are you going?” Don’t go, I silently pleaded.
“Nowhere. Anywhere.” He glanced at me, eyes stormy. “Anywhere, but here.”
He didn’t want to be near me and I had to respect that, especially after what had just happened. I didn’t like it, but I had to accept it. “Promise me that you’ll be safe?”
