Scorned (21 page)

“Before what?” he shot out, face enraged, not backing down.

The look before a storm
, I thought as I took in how angry he was. “Before I air out all your dirty secrets!” Okay, I didn’t know any, but I was too furious to care what came out of my possessed mouth. I was hurt and in love with him combined with the fact that he was being such an infuriating SOB I wanted to punch him.

He hurled his empty glass towards the elevator doors, past enraged and now to the point of no return. “You signed a bloody contract. I could sue you, but on top of that, I’m embarrassed for the world to know that I married a cheating slut!”

Oh, yeah?
Go to hell! “A slut you enjoyed very much. A slut you couldn’t get enough of. What does that make you?”

Dimitris eyes sparked wildly, piercing me over and over again. “I’m a man. I’m not immune to beautiful sluts. Yes, beautiful, but
a slut
nonetheless.”

My palms were on fire. They were just aching to connect with his face, his head—everywhere—as long as I could hurt him good. “FUCK YOU!”

“You enjoyed it as much as I did. Is that why you’re here? Did you miss having sex with me?” He came closer, looking like an insatiable predator. “
You’ve been missing my tongue?
Your boyfriend didn’t eat your cunt the way you wanted him to?”

“You—you—stupid, asinine, fucktard of the highest order!” I smacked him, ready to draw blood.

His hands caught me, almost twisting them so I would stop fighting. Eyes like beautiful, rare gems; hard, cold and empty. “You’re starving for me, my beautiful slut?” Dimitris goaded me to a boiling point, past and beyond reasonable.

“Fight me, you stupid, Greek fucker.”

“Why waste my energy for that when I want to fuck your sweet pussy, cum all over you—your lips, your tits—and fill you with it. Why waste it at all?” Dimitris wasn’t even smiling. In fact, he looked dead serious.

I tried to wiggle my hands away from him, but he was unyielding. “LET. ME. GO.”

“No. Not until you get what you sought me for.” He stared at my lips before yanking me against his chest, both of our hearts were pounding rapidly against our chests. He breathed into my ear, “This is getting you wet, isn’t it? Let me lick you. You know you’re craving it.”

Maybe I did, but I wasn’t going to just open my legs and let him go at it. “Stop.”

I was a mess when those large, powerful hands of his took their familiar route to my nether region, seeking out my sweet spot, which was already aching for his touch. “Dimi—” I sobbed, shutting my eyes.

“Dimi, what?” He nibbled on my lobe before he released a groan of satisfaction when he found me wet and slick, just like his hunch, I was ready for him. “Yineka mou… how wet you are. My mouth is salivating for you.” He kissed the side of my neck, nipping it while his fingers were teasing not probing, around my clit. “Submit to me and you’ll get whatever you want.”

“What do you want?” I asked, throwing my head back, giving him more access to the delicious way he was arousing me through my neck.

“Stay for a few more days. I want your body twenty-four seven, at my beck and call. Whenever. Wherever. If you’re tired and sleepy, too bad, you will have to cater to me.”

I wanted him so bad. Sex. Would I be able to penetrate his armor through it? “What do I get in return?”

“What you came here for—to be treated like a slut. I will satiate your appetite and you wouldn’t want any other man. Please me and my cock will be your slave. It’s all I’m good for to you so I’d rather use my tool to make your body mine.”

Mother hell, like I could ever run away from him? “Three days.”

“
Ne
, three days.”

Swallowing my pride, he slowly became my Master. “What do you want now?”

Dimitris let go of me, eyes flicking towards the marbled flooring before he gave me direction. “Get on your knees, mouth open. I want to see you gag with my cock down your throat.”

Three days of Dimitris… I was already quivering from the anticipation of having him inside me. Now on my knees, I looked up to meet his blue gaze, mouth slowly parting for him.

He didn’t even take his pants off, instead, he simply pulled the zipper down, taking his rock-hard shaft out before placing it against my bottom lip, tracing the shape of it with the tip of his head, slathering his pre-cum on me. “Hungry?”

“Ravenous.”

He growled as he watched me open my mouth more, ready to take him. “I’m going to fuck it. All you have to do is open and suck. Can you do that for me, my beautiful, wanton woman?”

I barely gave him a nod when his cock was partially shoved into my mouth, his hand on the back of my skull, driving for more. My hands were gripping the sides of his hips, levering myself from his rapid thrusts that were hitting the back of my throat, demanding more.

“You suck me so well, Lindsey,” he bellowed, his thrusting becoming more frenetic, adamant. He wanted me gagging, drooling and full of his length—he did that and then more. The crazier he became, the more willing my mouth catered to his pleasure. “Beautiful,” he gritted out, climbing towards his orgasmic completion. “Eímai dikí̱ sou.”
I am yours
. “Gia pánta.”
Forever
, he breathed out, eyes closed, throbbing magnificently.

Swallowing his seed, I gently slid his length out of my mouth, releasing it with a pop before getting on my feet. His eyes flickered o
pen when I was eye level. He took a couple of steps forward to kiss my cheek while I trembled from his slight brush against my skin.

“I should ask you to join me for dinner like a true gentleman should, but after what you just did to me and my ever growing need to be inside you, to fuck each other senseless is far more dominating in my mind than the mere thought of food,” he whispered against my ear, thumb rubbing the outline of my nipple while I tried to hold myself up. “Will you do me the honor and grace me with an abundant supply of your cunt tonight?”

Holy mother hell of kinkiness, as if I’d turn down a proposal like that—especially coming from him. “How fast can you get us back to your villa?”

Dimitris grinned before dragging us toward the elevator, eyeing me the whole ride with perfervid hunger, torrid lust and vehement appreciation, but when I did the same, he wasn’t all that appreciative. “Stop looking at me like that, Lindsey, because I won’t be accountable for my actions. I will take you inside this elevator and give my security team a good show.” He gripped my hand before bringing it to his lips. “I don’t want to do that. Sharing is something I never do—one way or the other. No one gets to see your naked body except me.”

Here goes his possessive streak, driving me more in love with him. “Stop talking, please. You’re not helping,” I complained, trying to mute him out of my mind because his voice was sending way too many naughty thoughts and I needed him, now, inside me.

“Fuck!” Dimitris cussed before he fixed his pants just in time as the elevator dinged into the lobby, breezing through it towards the entrance then hopped in his Roadster.

He didn’t utter a word nor glance in my direction until we were stopped by a red light, making him cuss colorfully in several languages. Without hesitation, his right hand snaked in between my thighs, nudging the tiny garter to the side, dipping his finger in to gauge how moist I was for him. He then, as he usually did, sucked on his digit, tasting me with fervor. “God, you taste even sweeter than I remembered,” he groaned before driving like a maniac the second the light turned green. From then on, we never paused until he got back home, in lightning speed.

Dimitris barely killed the engine before he was out the car, yanking my door open and without even caring to shut it because he was too busy hoisting me onto his shoulder and almost running into the house. It was then that Thea came to greet us, shocked at seeing me, but most of all shocked that I was holding on for dear life to Dimitris’s shoulder. “Kyrios—”

I could hear his grin when he saw Thea’s face. “Don’t prepare dinner. We’ll be busy for tonight. Oh, Ms. Mason will be staying with us for a few days,” Dimitris shot out, climbing the stairs like I was a sack of potatoes.

Dimitris got us into his bedroom in haste. Instead of placing me on the bed, he shifted my body, using his strong, powerful arms until I was facing him. My legs clutched around his hips and my arms wrapped around his neck. He was studying me while caressing my face before I saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

Licking my lips, I gently angled my face to kiss him, wanting to channel all of the pent-up emotions that had been wreaking havoc in my heart, in my soul and in my body. This beautiful Greek man had come into my life, charging in like a true Greek warrior—fearless, chivalrous, tenacious and unapologetic—holding his ground as he pursued me.

My blackened, poisoned heart, he made hopeful.

My ugly soul, he made beautiful.

My tattered faith, he resuscitated.

If three days were all I could ever have with this man, then I would cherish those days and keep it with me. I would lock it away and live everyday with the knowledge that there was once a man who loved the grotesque part of me, no questions asked.

Every day I would regret letting him go. I would live with the pain, the sorrow and my lost dreams because I was a coward. My memories of him would become a part of me; one that I would cherish for as long as I lived. One I would go back to and remember when I was feeling worthless. One I would rehash like a broken player when I felt unloved. Yes, this man had given me so much more. More than any man had ever influenced my life. He gave me hope and courage to survive. He taught me that life had a beautiful side.

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.