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by Pamela Ann


  No one could take that beautiful piece from me. For it was mine, and only mine to keep. Forever, in my heart of hearts, in the depths of my squalid soul, I would hold it with me, never letting go. Even from my death, my rebirth and my afterlife, I would keep it with me.

  “Dimi,” I moaned, clinging onto him, in desperate need of him, now.

  He groaned as he carefully placed me on his bed, peeling my clothes off and yanking my lace thong before pressing his sculpted body against my heat. “Tell me what you want, omorfi mou.”

  I liked this question, I mused, smiling wickedly. “I want torque.”

  Dimitris came up from my breasts, looking pissed off. “Who the fuck is Torque? You better tell me now before I kill the son of a bitch!”

  My possessive Greek man… so predictable, aren’t you? “Torque is what I nicknamed your tongue because it feels like one.”

  “Is that so?” Dimitris looked devilish, ready to devour me as his hand skimmed my inner thigh, stroking my slit before parting it with his middle finger. “Wet, aren’t we, my beautiful siren?”

  I bit my lip, letting my body bask on the tremors of his making. Dimitris… this body was made for you to play with.

  “Will you let me taste your juicy cunt?” He was swirling circles on my belly button with excruciating efficiency and I was past being patient.

  Fuck. Please. “Stop teasing me.” I rocked my hips, inviting him to dwell on my throbbing heat, aching for his touch.

  “In due time…” Dimitris was enjoying my agony or he was just taking his sweet time, but hell, I was in torment with arousal.

  I was burning with it. Impatience had become my name and surely, patience had never been my strong suit. “Forget it, let’s just go to sleep!” I snapped, shutting my legs closed, shifting away from his body to slide off the bed.

  Dimitris gave a hearty laugh before he grabbed my hips and tilted them up, licking my butt before he made his way into my wet folds. FUCK. “You’re not getting off this bed until you can’t walk straight because your legs are shaking and you need me to carry you around. I’m going to fuck you in and out, up and down, side to side until you’re nonsensical and can only think of my cock, my pounding and my seed inside of you. Do we understand each other, yineka mou?”

  “All macho talk, but no progress,” I taunted, compelling him to growl and flip me in an instant, pushing me on all fours before he brought his face into the crevice of my ass, hands pulling the cheeks apart, tongue darting inside my anus. “Oh, dear… fucking mother of all things holy!” I screamed when he inserted two fingers in my wet channel at the same time that he kept up his anal ministrations.

  Dimitris had his tongue between my butt cheeks, growling into it before his tongue unleashed its full tumultuous capacity, bringing down Heaven as he went about. I was so out of it that I didn’t even realize when he removed his fingers, pulled both of my hands behind my back and used his belt to tie them together, bound while my head laid sideways, uncaring because his tongue was relentless.

  My backdoor hole was so wet that his shaft slid inside me with ease. It still made me cringe from the stinging pain, but the ongoing pleasure it brought, made the combination more addictive.

  “I’m going to fill you in all holes, agápi mou,” he hissed, left hand gripping my ass cheek while the right held onto the belt, binding my hands together as he bulleted in and out of me at lightning speed. It didn’t take long before I came twice, and he got his, spilling into me with determination.

  After three back-to-back sessions, I declared a cease-fire. “No more. I need a break,” I panted out, sweaty and in need of water.

  Dimitris laughed into my hair, sending delicious tingles all over me as he slowly pulled out of me, lying on his back with his head facing me. “I think it’s time I feed you. My cooking skills are limited, but I make a killer ham and egg crepe.”

  “I would love that,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

  Dimitris planted a chaste kiss on my forehead before sliding off the bed. I think I dozed off for a few minutes because he had to shake me a bit. “Will you sit up for me? I just want to put a shirt on you before we go downstairs to eat.”

  Grunting in compliance to his request, I sat up and he covered me with his white dress shirt, pushing the sleeves behind my elbows. “There. I’ve always wanted to see you wear one of my dress shirts and I think you look more lovely than what I had even pictured.” He grinned before kissing me softly.

  “You think of me quite a lot, don’t you?” I murmured, half asleep before he carried me in his arms with my head on his shoulder.

  “You have no idea.”

  Chapter 27

  By the time we got downstairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee past midnight had awoken me. So I watched the scrumptious man whip up food to feed me, wearing black, Armani boxer briefs and nothing more. Sexy was not enough to cover it. The urge to capture this moment and send it to Trista—because she’s hilariously kinky like that—was simply too hard to resist. “Baby, can I take a video of you?”

  “For your eyes only? I can only indulge yours.” His eyebrows rose, chopping ham and red pimientos.

  I grinned, leaning over the counter as I placed my chin on my palm, entertained. “Bummer! Trista would have loved to see you like this.”

  “I don’t share you and I expect you to do the same.” He came over and kissed my nose before setting down a cup of coffee and urging me to drink it.

  “This will keep me awake!” I complained, sipping the hot drink.

  Flipping the crepes before he spun around and winked at me, he said, “That’s the whole point. I like you wide awake and screaming. You should know that by now.”

  He placed a crepe on a plate and brought it over to me. With a fork in his hand, he cut off a piece and held it up to my lips. When he said feed me earlier, I hadn’t expected it to be literal. “Aren’t you going to eat any of this? I mean it’s delicious, but I don’t want to be a pig and finish all this without offering you some.”

  “I will, but after you’re done. I like watching you eat. It seems that everything you do is very fascinating to me.” He took my coffee and drank from it.

  Dammit, I was already his, didn’t he know that? When he talked to me this way, I couldn’t help falling for him some more. “I really like you, too, Dimi.” I grinned at him, eyes lusting over his gorgeous physique.

  ~L~

  True to his word, he delivered his promise all night long.

  Of course, I woke up late and, when I did, he had already left for his office. I remembered waking up and him kissing me on the cheek before going to work. He must’ve thought that I was fast asleep, but I had heard him. “Sleep well, my love.”

  Okay, I knew I shouldn’t nitpick words because, let’s face it, we just had a brilliant sexfest and men tend to worship the women afterwards, but I couldn’t help it, I was over the moon with joy. If he loved me, even just a fraction of how much he used to, it would suffice. As long as his heart was mine, I’d do anything for him.

  During my late breakfast, Thea informed me that Dimitris expected me for lunch in his office. Like a truly enamored woman, I took extra time and effort to make myself pretty. I needed him insatiable, lusting and panting after me, the same as I was with him.

  When I got there, he was talking to someone on speaker. The moment he saw me, however, he gestured for me to come over. His eyes were dancing as he saw me approach before pulling me in between his legs.

  “I’ve missed you,” Dimitris whispered against my cheek, cupping my face. Then his hand went under my dress and in between my thighs.

  My eyes were saucers as I looked at the wicked man, knowing what he had in mind. His middle finger gently traced my slits before he dipped half of his finger in and pulled it out. I watched as he slowly brought that to his lips, sucking it.

  It was then that the voice on the phone interrupted us, asking if Dimitris was still there. “I’m listening. Tell me more about the quarterly report
and what other marketing strategies your team has planned to make it better for the next quarter,” he shot out, serious as hell, before pressing the mute button, focusing on me. “Where were we?” Dimitris hoisted me on his desk and roughly peeled my underwear off, placing them inside his pocket. “I hate these things on you. Don’t wear them when you’re with me, agápi mou.”

  Dimitris placed me on the edge of his desk while he sat, eyeing my exposedness with feral eyes. “Scream as much as you want. No one can hear your screams of pleasure except me. I want to hear you cry out my name over and over again.”

  He used his torque on me till I was screaming out Dimitris’s name, exactly as he had wanted. I didn’t even try to rationalize how much we were all over each other before we’d even hit the twenty-four hour mark, but who cared? I sure as hell didn’t.

  Still coming down from the racketing highs of my orgasms, Dimitris broke through my thoughts. “You look gorgeous when you come,” he uttered, eyes full of admiration before he got back to the call, where we heard his name being asked. “Send me the reports by tonight, I want to study them a bit more.”

  “Were you paying attention to the poor guy?” I was highly amused that he couldn’t get enough of me, but I also didn’t want to come between his work.

  “I’m a great multi-tasker. You should’ve known that by now or haven’t you noticed?”

  Cocky and self-assured, just like a true Kosta. “Thea said I was expected for lunch? Are we going to eat somewhere?” I asked, looking about his office.

  He got up and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Somewhere would be accurate. Are you ravenous?” He guided me towards the lift, holding me against him as he looked down on me, face smiling.

  Ravenous? Very much, but not for food. “A bit. Where is somewhere, exactly?”

  “You have to wait. Come here and kiss me again, Lindsey. I’ve been missing you too much.” Dimitris pulled me against him, not wanting to part from me.

  I loved this about him. Even if it was only temporary, I could pretend that this was normal—that there was no tomorrow, only today. “You had me all night, Dimi,” I murmured, meeting his lips, as fevered as he was.

  “It’s never going to be enough… never,” he declared while I moaned against him, hands clutching on his lapels. “Promise me that I can have you whenever I want. Promise me this body’s only for me and my pleasure, mine and no other man’s. I want you, so fucking much. You’re all I think about.”

  Claudine could take a hike. “Yes, I promise. I’m yours, whenever you want.” Forever, if he so wished it.

  “You’re perfect.”

  I was the perfect imperfection, but I wasn’t going to correct him.

  I was far to bewitched by my dreams to allow that.

  ~L~

  I woke up to a soft splash then it dawned on me that Dimitris took me to his yacht—the very same one where we spent the night after getting married. He never voiced out loud why he had brought me here so I never asked because the question felt like a landmine. Asking a question about our tiny jaunt called marriage was a subject that would rock this perfect little world we had made for ourselves. I wasn’t ready for it to blow up, but of course, life would take its course—and as expected, it was never my cheerleader.

  “How long was I gone for?” I sleepily asked, reaching out for the man who was busy with work.

  Dimitris was typing on his laptop before he threw my phone on my lap, not glancing at me. “Your boyfriend sent you a text message. You should go ahead and check, he probably misses you very much. Little does he know, his woman is coming on another man’s cock—pussy filled with my seed. Hell, maybe I got you pregnant already, what would your boyfriend do then?”

  Whoa, where the hell did that pregnancy joke come from? “I’m on the pill. So, that’s not happening.” What did Brody want now?

  “Right, I forgot. You don’t want my children. You don’t want my name. You don’t want any of my money. Nor do you want me. The only thing I’m useful for to you is giving you orgasms, but apart from that, you’d rather be anywhere else other than here,” Dimitris spat out before closing the lid of his laptop, sliding off the bed in all of his glorious nakedness. “Get dressed; we’re going back to the mainland.”

  “Dimitris—wait, what? I thought we were staying overnight?” It was what he had told me earlier, wasn’t it?

  He shrugged. “Not possible, reality kicked in and I can’t accommodate that. There’s too much at stake and I’ve been slacking enough.”

  Oh. “How much time until we leave?”

  Dimitris looked over my befuddled state before replying, “Whenever you’re ready. I’ll be on the deck waiting.”

  The ride back to his office was uneventful. It was already eight in the evening when we landed on his office building’s helipad. “Dimi, wait.” I caught up with him, inserting my hand around his arm, needing to be close to him. I didn’t say anything until we were inside the elevator, on our way down. Studying his stern reflection from the gold plated walls of the lift, I was wondering if Brody’s text was the culprit of his mood shifting. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No. Some things can’t be helped,” he calmly uttered indifferently, however he did not thaw a bit.

  I eyed him, weary and confused by his immediate withdrawal from the sweet man he had been a few hours ago. When we arrived at the lobby, I was surprised when he unlatched my arm from around his, guiding me out of the elevator until I stepped out. He pressed his finger to the hold button on the pad. “The car’s waiting upfront, ready to take you back. I have some stuff to work on. I’ll see you when I get home.”

  “What time will that be?”

  His jaw ground together. “I don’t know.”

  I was about to say something when he let go of the hold button, thus making the doors close and leaving me in a limbo. What had just happened? Was this his way of telling me that he was done with me?

  After all, I only had tomorrow then I was going back home. The way he gazed at me before those elevator doors closed upon him, made me tremble inside. Once upon a time, he used to look at me like his world revolved around me, but not anymore.

  That man was indubitably gone.

  Deflated, I fought the urge to cry heaps when I was inside the confines of his car, being chauffeured towards his home. I even skipped dinner since my stomach was too nervous with worry. The thought of putting food in was too much to handle.

  At ten when I was still agitated that he hadn’t arrived yet, I opted for a long bath, using all of the lavender oil to help ease my nerves. It helped, though only a tad.

  I was coming out of the bathroom, fresh from my bath when I spotted him lying across the middle of the bed, dressed with shoes and all, his necktie loose. He had unbuttoned his dress shirt that stopped mid torso.

  Those beautiful gems zeroed in on me. “Take that towel off and slowly come to me,” he commanded, voice throaty, eyes hooded with desire.

  “I’m wet. My hair—”

  My excuse didn’t even deter him. “Come here and let me lick every drop of wetness from your body.”

  How did I expect to stay mad at his cold treatment of me earlier when he came back like this? He wasn’t playing fair. Treading cautiously, I walked towards him, dropping my towel on the way.

  “Sit on me—on my cock—and touch yourself while I watch you,” he directed as he pulled his pants and boxers down, baring his rock-solid state.

  Biting my lip, I straddled him, sitting on his hardness. Licking my middle finger, I lowered it on my nub, rubbing it in circles while I gently rocked on his shaft, hypnotized at the sight of him, by the look he was giving me. After a few minutes of tortured pleasure, I was ready to move on.

  “Let me fuck you,” I panted out, frenzied on his length as I cupped my breasts.

  “No, not yet.”

  His cock was beyond hot, hard and so ready to be milked by me, but he was adamant about making this foreplay last longer.

  “How d
oes it feel to have something you want so badly almost in your reach, but you can never have it?” he rasped out, rubbing me viciously.

  “Frustrating,” I breathed out. “Painful.” Dammit. Fine. Let’s play it by his rules, but I needed more of him. I was lowering my head, ready to kiss him, when he moved his head to the side, avoiding my kiss. WTF? “Kiss me!” I demanded, getting impatient from his combination of a hot and cold personality. When he didn’t say anything, I repeated it again, not moving anymore because I was getting this weird feeling in my stomach again. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

  “I want to fuck you, Lindsey, not kiss you.”

  Son of a gun! “Go fuck yourself then!” I yelled at him before my palm connected to his face, moving off his body.

  No man was going to treat me like this, even if I gave him permission to be his sex puppet for a few days, he’d at least give me some sort of respect. There were instances where he would say something that would be disrespectful, but I knew, deep down, his need matched mine, that he was doing it out of passion. What had happened just now was something else. He was being hateful on purpose because he wanted to hurt me.

  “Where the hell do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet!” he roared, his mood volatile.

  I was still walking towards the closet, needing to cover myself when I shot him down. “Well, too bad because I’m done with you!”

  A loud yelp came from me when I was grabbed by the shoulder and spun around to face him. “What did you just say?” he said through clenched jaws, about to lose it.

  My left hand found the base of my throat, wondering what the hell was going on. “I said…” I stuttered. “I’m done with you,” I said, out of breath.

  “Tell me again!” he demanded, eyes not leaving me as he caged me in the corner of the entrance to the walk-in closet.

 

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