Scorned (9 page)

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. Divorce 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?”

“I’ll try,” he shot out before shifting his gears then speeding away in a flash, leaving me staring at the tire tracks, wondering where he was heading.

Be safe,
please
.

Back in his bedroom, I sat on the bed, my eyes glued to the clock. After three hours, I was getting worried. When Thea informed me that dinner was ready, I told her to save me some in the fridge because I was tired and needed to nap. Food was the last thing on my mind because I was imagining the worst scenarios in my mind.

Just before midnight, I was past deflated after I got out of the shower and still, there were no signs of him. I went to sleep, thinking where he might be. Did he go to Claudine?
Did he fly out to Paris?
The thought made me curl in pain. If he did, then I guess, it was for the best. I tried to convince myself, but after an hour, still feeling like shit, I knew it was hopeless.

I woke up sometime during the night when I felt the bed dip next to me then I felt his arms around me, pulling me to the middle of the bed, his body curling against mine.

“Where have you been?” I asked, turning around to face him, cupping his cheek before kissing him. The relief of seeing him in one piece almost broke me out in tears.

“Thinking,” he said against my lips, crushing my breasts against his chest.

He felt so good. I just wanted to get lost in his body. Thank God, he was okay. “About?”

Dimitris sighed, caressing the curve of my breast, pondering. “You. Us. Our Marriage.” Those glowing eyes looked at me then, exuding power over me. “I decided to enjoy these next few days and not think too much.”

Thank goodness, we could agree on that. “Thank you.”

“I’ll do anything for you,
yineka mou
.” He kissed the slopes of my breasts, breathing heavily. “Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.”

“What do you want?” I rasped out, knowing he was in a lot of pain. If my body could help ease some of that away, he could have as much as he wanted. Other than that, there was nothing I could offer him.

“You. I only ever want you.” He paused, studying my face. “Is that even possible, Lindsey?”

I shook my head, answering him. “I’m sorry. I know you’re hurting. I’m truly sorry for that.” Dimitris was a good man. He was and he deserved a good woman to be next to him; a woman that could give him everything, one who didn’t hold back from loving him. I wasn’t a woman capable of loving any man after Brody. I gave my heart years ago.

He nodded, going back to his old position, gathering me in his arms. “Me, too. You don’t know just how much.”

Papers were signed. It was done. In eight weeks’ time or, if Elias’s influence was to be believed, they could resolve it even before that.

There wasn’t anything left to be done except wait until Bass and Emma picked me up. They were arriving tomorrow and we’d be leaving the next day.

Dimitris was holding me tightly, heart pounding rapidly against my ear. “I’ll miss you. I will ache without you, agápi mou. There will never be a day that I won’t think of you. I’m sorry I wasn’t the man that could make your dreams come true.”

Hearing him say these things was unbearable. Time was catching up to us.

Dimitris was slowly saying goodbye. I should be doing the same.

Chapter 13

I woke up at five a.m. with no Dimitris next to me. Since he never mentioned going back to work, I was worried where he might’ve gone. After last night, I wasn’t sure where his mindset was.

Wearing nothing other than my short, silk slip, I strode downstairs to look for him. The house was still dark as I made my way around. There was a faint sound coming out of one of the doors at the very end of the hall, at the very far side opposing the kitchen. When I got to it, I carefully twisted the knob and pushed the door open gently.

Inside, I found Dimitris, running on the treadmill, speaking on his Bluetooth while he watched the news on the television before him. He was talking in his language, but I was more engrossed at the sight of his naked upper body—sweaty, ripped and very delicious.

My mouth watered at the sight of him. “Dimitris?” I spoke loud enough for him to hear me through the sound of the television and his phone conversation.

He flickered a glance towards me before killing the treadmill to a standstill and did the same with his call. With his water bottle in his hand, he got off the exerciser and went to get a rolled black towel from a basket full of them. I was getting nervous because he hadn’t said a word, but his eyes never left me. What did that mean? Was he angry?

I watched as he drank from his bottle and then spilled some on his head, his face then his torso before wiping the wetness away with the towel. His gaze never wavered as he threw the towel on the bench and then planted both of his hands on the sides of his hips, biding time.

“Dimitris? Are you furious with me?” I asked, stepping closer to him as he continued watching me.

What the hell!

I guess his no response was answer enough. Sighing, I was about to spin around and dash towards the door when I saw him take off his trainers then his socks until he was barefoot, eyes still watching me like a hawk—eyes sharp, ready…
deadly
. “Last night… you said you were sorry, but how sorry are you really,
yineka mou?
”

With my scratchy voice, I mustered a reply, “Very much, I said so last night and I meant every word.”

Dimitris didn’t waver before he pulled down his workout pants, unclothing his very well endowed, very hard, stiff length.

Where was he going with this?
I thought nervously. My body heightened at the very arousing sight he was manifesting.

“Are you sorry enough to take some of that pain away? Even if you experience that pain, you’d still help ease some of it away?” he asked again. My eyes dropped to his rigid dick that his hand captured, stroking with gusto.

Sore, I was far beyond that word, but I was ready for him. Any way he liked it. “Yes.” I licked my lips, slowly moving towards where he was standing. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Use your mouth to soothe my cock,” he directed, voice commanding, eyes dilated.

Shit.
“Now?
” Any traces of sleepiness were now certainly gone. My heart was beating at a speedy rate as newfound excitement capsized my body.

Dimitris gave his cock a slight shake before pointing it downwards, towards the floor. “Right now is as good as any. Get on your knees,
omorfi mou
. Don’t keep me waiting because I don’t feel too forgiving and you might regret that later.”

Okay, calm down boy
, I wanted to snap, but gave him an irritated glare instead. I didn’t like to be pushed around or being told what to do,
however,
since I was feeling guilty, I’d let him slide. Closing the gap, I was about to get on my knees when he interrupted me from doing so.

“Take that silk slip off. I want you naked when you service me. I want to see all of you. You hide yourself from me enough. I won’t let your body do the same.” He was getting more aroused as he watched me take my nightwear off, letting it fall next to my feet.

The sudden cool air tingled the tips of my buds, making my nipples harden, but the drenched condition of my slit was because of him giving me orders. It simply turned me on.

On my knees, naked and ready to cater to him, I took hold of his heated shaft. It was like burning silk. I stuck my tongue out and let the tip of it run through the slit of his head, tasting his pre-come, savoring it with ardor. The sample of his essence made me moan deep, wanting more of it.

“Stick your butt out, so I can see you clearly in the mirror behind you.” Dimitris looked at me with half-closed lids, lips parted as I slowly let my lips suck him and inch deeper on his impressive size. My forefinger and thumb gripped the base of his shaft while my other hand gently massaged his sack, all the while letting my middle finger sit on that erogenous zone in between his dick and anus. “My beautiful wife, how I love watching you like this.” Dimitris was trying to control himself from demanding more, but that resolve went down the drain the second I used my tongue to swirl about amidst the hard suctioning. He looked magnificent groaning and grunting as he watched me.

His pleasure became my aphrodisiac and I wanted to go above and beyond to achieve that. Picking up my pace, I pulled on his sack as my mouth took him until tears pricked the corner of my eyes, until I was passed gagging, until I took all of him then I started from the top again.

Dimitris gathered my hair, holding it to one side so he could get a clearer view of my ministrations. His body was taut as he gently pushed his hips to tell me that he wanted more. “Do you want me to come in your mouth, agápi mou?”

Very much. Bobbing my head, I moaned around his shaft to respond to him.

He bellowed something in Greek before using the hand that held my hair to push my head down, needing more. I simply stopped what I was doing and let him control the pace, giving him full access to my mouth as I tried to calm my reflexes to cater to him. “Tighten your mouth around it, my love. That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Dimitris was losing it as his orgasm was nearing to completion. “Milk it harder. Harder!” he panted out, deliriously. “Fuck!
Lindsey!
” He howled like an animal, so loud, I swear the floor-to-ceiling mirrors that covered the room shook.

Mother hell, he tasted succulent. While he was still coming down from whatever space he had drifted away to, I continued to toy with the head of his dick, letting it trace my lips as some of his semen still made small spurts. I coated my lips with it before I licked it with my tongue while he watched, speechless. He did say he wanted a slut or a whore or whatever. Now he got it. The Greek was speechless? How cute.