by T. C. Clark
T.C. CLARK
Nikos: The Greek's Mistress
First published by The Invisible Writer's Press in 2018
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The Wallflowers Series
Nikos: The Greek’s Mistress September 2018
Luca: The Italian’s Secret September 2018
Dmitri: The Russian’s Baby October 2018
Yuuto: One night in Japan November 2018
Alex: The Lawyer’s Christmas Surprise December 2018
Julian: The Fighter’s Gift December 2018
Special Thanks to all of you who are reading this book. I hope you enjoy it!
Contents
Cry me a river...
What hurts the most...
I can't make you love me...
In my feelings...
One
Cry me a river...
Nikos walked into his sky-rise penthouse with a smile on his face. He’d come far since his youth spent in the slums of Greece. His gray eyes conveyed his contentment over his current lot in life. The elevator closed behind him locking automatically. His moró wasn’t home yet he could tell from the silence of their home.
He slipped off his jacket and laid it on the back of her reading chair. A soft green fluffy armchair covered with various throws. A beautiful piece that he’d taken her on many times, he rolled his shoulders as he tried to control the lust that moved through him as a memory replayed in his mind.
Ada was the perfect complement to his life. His body grew hard just at the mere thought of her name. His beautiful woman was a constant surprise, pushing her to live with him was one of the best decisions he’d ever made. Surprisingly, she had been against moving in together but his legendary persistence had overcome her initial reluctance. He wasn’t a man who lost when it came to the things he valued in his life.
Everywhere his eyes touched he saw traces of her, from the African style rugs that covered the cold marble floors to the ornate art covered lamps that seemed to come straight out of a fairy tale. Even the smell was reminiscent of her presence. The lightly scented honey and jasmine infused candles placed all throughout the apartment sparked a hunger inside of him. His bachelor pad once bare and Spartan, now felt warm and inviting.
Once he would have hated anyone making such blatant changes to his personal space, but he knew Ada held a different place in his life. He needed her to be comfortable in what she often called her, “gilded cage.” The arguments about marriage and children were becoming more frequent; he tensed as he remembered the last one. He was going to have to put a stop to them soon.
He dropped his suitcase on the oversized sofa in the living room and looked through the security grade glass wall at downtown Chicago. He loved the feel of the city, the hustle and flow of the busy world around them. Especially with their apartment high above the much-loved chaos below.
He wasn’t an emotional man but he could not deny the satisfaction that filled him. He’d done well with his latest acquisition. It had turned his million dollar company into a billion dollar one. It had taken him a solid fifteen years of relentless hard work but he’d finally clawed his way out of the gutter.
Now everything was complete. He had his sexy woman warming his bed, his brothers building their own fortunes, and a company that was now secure and successful. He moved through the home slowly for once allowing his guard to slip. He let the memories of his youth filter through his mind, actively letting the pain in. He needed to always remember that feeling so he would never fall victim to it again.
He heard the private elevator ping and turned to watch it open. Only one other person had the security code to get in. He caught a glimpse of his face in the five-foot gilded mirror he had hanging just beside the elevator entrance and wasn’t surprised that his hunger was on obvious display. Ever since they’d met it had been like this, a burning desire that could barely be contained. He walked forward as the door opened feeling like a predator.
Relief filled him as he finally laid eyes on her. If he had it his way Ada would always travel with him but she often refused because of work-related commitments. After this last trip, he knew he would have to do something about that area of her life.
She walked in with her head down carrying a lot of packages. So many that he couldn’t see her face behind them. Her small frame vibrated with strain. He rushed forward taking the massive boxes away from her.
“Why didn’t you have one of the concierges help you?” He admonished laying the boxes down on the table and turning to face her. She wasn’t classically beautiful, but her features appealed to him on a level that no other woman could come close to. She smiled that special smile of welcome that immediately got him rock hard.
Her curly midnight black hair hung in loose spirals down her back. She wore a simple green wrap dress and brown dainty ballet flats. The dress emphasized her hourglass shape, and he swelled even further as his eyes followed the delicious curves of her body.
Her coffee and cream complexion flushed as she recognized the ferocious lust on his face. He’d only been gone for a week, but his need at this moment made it seem like he’d been absent for a year. Her full lips curved with satisfaction, she loved being able to affect him like this.
“I didn’t want to bother them,” she answered happily once she was relieved of all the Amazon packages. Her notebooks and other writing supplies had finally arrived. She had a plan to write for a few hours on her latest project, but she could tell that wasn’t going to work with Nikos home.
“Someone looks like he missed me… a lot,” she said. Her eyes widened nervously as they focused on the massive erection forming under his gray slacks. He didn’t laugh but kept his dark gray eyes trained on her. She felt her body growing wet under his hungry gaze.
He moved quickly closing the distance between them and pulling her tightly against his rock hard body. She didn’t hesitate to kiss him deeply over and over again, needing to be as close to him as possible. She couldn’t deny the fire burning between them. She’d missed him so much; his larger-than-life presence was something she’d grown accustomed to in her quiet life.
“Dinner?” She asked moaning as his hands me
t flesh under the dress. Nikos didn’t know how to do gentle. She was sure she would have some bruises in the morning. He always made her feel like the sexiest woman alive. It was as if she held some secret between her thighs that he was desperate to have.
“I got all the food I need right here, moró.” He said giving her ass a hard squeeze. She laughed as he swung her up in his arms and carried her to their bedroom.
“Nikos, I really should start dinner,” she whispered as he hastily removed all of her clothing. She heard a tear, but that didn’t slow him down. She wasn’t surprised when he ignored her comment. When he made love his focus was completely on the act.
He continued kissing her lips over and over, plundering her mouth, taking what was his. Next time he traveled for more than a few days he would make sure she was with him. He would demand it. She let out a sexy whimper when he ran his tongue down her neck.
“Nikos,” she said pleadingly.
“I like how you say my name, let’s see how many times I can make you say it tonight.”
She watched him with lust filled eyes as he finished removing his clothes. He looked like an ancient warrior in the warm light of their bedroom with his five-o’clock shadow, overly long hair, and sculpted muscles.
He never hid the depth of his need. In mere seconds he was on her. His massive body bearing into hers. The strength of him called to the very center of her, instinct compelling her to submit to his weight.
“Let me in,” he said as she closed her legs tightly. She’d been with him long enough to know what he needed. Her actions made him aggressive and his fingers clutched her soft thighs as they forcefully pulled them apart. He settled in between him, exactly where he belonged.
“Mine,” he said. His hand slipping between their bodies to find the swollen nub he would have loved to taste but the tightening of his balls warned him against it. If he went down on her now, he wouldn’t last long enough to give her what she needed.
A wolfish smile formed on his face as she arched beneath his hand. No one would have guessed his little wallflower would have had this much passion in her. At the thought of another man attempting to find out a scowl formed on his face. She was his and his alone.
Ada sensed something was wrong immediately. His arrogant smile had been wiped away by a thunderous expression. One so fierce that she had to know what was behind it. She placed her small hands on his hard-lined face using her thumbs to gently massage his jaw.
“Nikos, what’s wrong?” She asked hesitantly.
“You know you will always belong to me,” he said his eyes challenging. He leaned closer so she could see him clearly.
“Yes, I know that,” she answered secure enough in this part of their relationship to say it out loud. She knew that no matter what happened between them on some level she would always belong to him.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I will always belong to you Nikos, why would I want to belong to someone else?” She said releasing his face to run her hands over his muscled arms. Her easy acceptance soothed the beast inside him and he relaxed under her gentle touch.
His large thumb moved over her damp mound seeking the swollen clit flicking back and forth until she arched against him. Once she bucked under his hand, he pushed himself inside.
They both groaned as he slid in. His size always made her clench around him and he stilled as she adjusted to it. He was thick and long. He tensed as she closed around him, her wet heat acting as a delicate vise.
She was only five feet to his six and a half. As delicate as she seemed he’d learned that her passion was a direct match for his, but he still had to be careful with her. When her muscles relaxed he let his control go.
He thrust into her repeatedly. Her legs fell further apart as she accepted him. He always felt like a conquering warlord. His body demanding her complete submission to his. He felt her tense under him as an orgasm ripped through her small curvy body.
As she contracted around him he didn’t slow, gritting his teeth through the sexual agony. He wanted more from her. He kept up the brutal pace allowing her no time to catch her breath.
He wanted to imprint himself on every part of her. Before he’d left for his trip he’d felt something different in the air, as if she was trying to distance herself from him. He couldn’t allow that and on some level, he knew in this act she couldn’t deny what was between them.
She pushed against him, groaning as her body tightened again. She needed him to slow down, to give her a chance to catch her breath. She used every skill she had to push him over the edge, running her tongue over the inside of his ear. Using her hands to trace the hard contours of his body.
He grimaced as he felt her body clamp down again on his. He fought his oncoming orgasm with all he had, but there was nothing he could do. His body shuddered over hers as she pulsed around him. Her small body demanding his soul. He leaned down and kissed her, needing that connection. At first, she didn’t respond her body shaking with the force of her release.
Then as if waking from a dream she suddenly wrapped her arms and legs around him. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him back with the same passion.
He released a loud groan as he emptied himself inside her. His cock pulsing so painfully that he continued to thrust long after coming, trying to maintain the crazy pleasure rushing through his body.
He leaned his head down and rested on her sweat covered breasts. Her heart was beating fast now, and he felt her fingers trace the bulging muscles of his back. He pulled away and looked down at her flushed beautiful upturned face. Her light brown skin now held a delicate rose hue. Lazily, he let his eyes travel down her body.
He smiled when her eyes widened as she felt him harden once again.
“This is what you get for seducing me,” he said harshly as he moved again. His body taking over as his never-ending hunger resurfaced.
“All I did was carry in some boxes,” she said laughing as her body once again yielded to his.
“It’s you… you are the seduction. All you have to do is appear and I’ve got to have you,” he whispered his body pounding into hers like a freight chain. She closed her eyes giving her body over to him.
* * *
After they’d made love two more times, he’d picked her up and carried her downstairs. Together they made cold cuts and wine and spent the rest of the night on the couch watching old episodes of Grey’s Anatomy. She’d awakened later in their bed once again covered by his warm insatiable body.
Now they needed to talk about the conversation they had before he’d left on his trip. Two years was long enough to know if you wanted more. She ignored the warm look in his eyes as she put on her underwear.
“Nikos,” she said as she slipped on one of her favorite sundresses, “We need to talk.”
When his eyes caught her careful expression he stiffened. His face quickly switched from possessive indulgence to stony annoyance. It was the same face that most men wore when a woman broached the subject of commitment.
“Ada, not this again, I don’t want to fight with you,” he reproached. He didn’t need to worry about the future… he finally had it all. Lately, all Ada wanted to talk about was what was next for them. He couldn’t promise her anything more, yet. Why couldn’t she be as content as he was with their current life?
“No, I’m not letting this go. I need you to think long and hard about what you want from this relationship. I love what we have but I need to know we have a future,” she said looking him directly in the eye. She was 31 years old and the time for messing around with men who didn’t understand what commitment meant was long past.
“The topic of the future is closed for now. Let’s focus on what we have at this moment, why can’t you just do that?” He snapped.
His response sent a shaft of fear through her. Why was he so closed off about this? In every other way, they’d been the perfect couple with chemistry and communication in constant supply. The very fact that he wouldn’t spea
k of the future meant there was something fundamentally wrong with their relationship.
“We’ve been together long enough for you to know if I’m what you want,” she said sadly. Shaking her head as the emotions nearly overwhelmed her. She didn’t want them to end here, she’d invested two years into this man and she loved him with everything she had. But it wasn’t enough, she needed more.
With anger on his face, Nikos slipped out of the bed and walked up to her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. His body as always sent a thrill down her spine and she felt her body automatically respond to his nearness.
She moved back until she hit the wall just beside the door. He didn’t stop he just grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. Her small curvy body fit perfectly to his. He kissed her hungrily.
It was the type of kiss that didn’t need a response, it was purely a statement. His tension eased only when her stiff body started to relax into his hold. He wouldn’t hesitate to use this element of their relationship to hold her.
“Don’t think Ada, just feel… feel what you do to me. There is no place else I would rather be than here and I’m sure if I peeled off your clothes, your body would say the same,” he husked.
“Nikos, that isn’t the point,” she whispered back. This game of distraction was wearing thin; she knew he was only putting off the inevitable because she would not let this go.
His hands slid down her body mapping her delicious curves with his eyes full of promise. This is one area that he trusted in; their passion was stuff that made legends. Neither one of them had been able to keep their hands off of each other.
When his hand found her slick heat and squeezed, she shuddered and pulled away from him. Her eyes going to his already swelling dick. She knew her time to leave was running out. Once Nikos got fully turned on he became ruthless and the lovemaking that followed would take hours.
“I can’t do this right now, because I have to meet Eden. But I’m serious about this, Nikos.” She licked her lips, grabbed her purse and ran as fast as a mouse that’d been spotted by a hawk. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked out the door.
