“You wouldn’t lie to me. Would you?”
Her concerned look turned into one of fury. She jerked back the sheets, hopping out of bed and tossing the liquid in my face. “Just when I think you might be the good man I knew you to be years ago, you act like an asshole. Fuck you, Dimitrios. No, I’m not lying.”
She stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
And my cock was immediately at full attention.
A deep exhale formed and as I was breathing out, I wiped my face with my hand, taking a few seconds to lick my fingers. Why the hell not? It was a sin to waste good ouzo.
My hunger knew no bounds, so insatiable that all the self-doubt I’d had was now tossed away. Laughing softly, I moved to the closet, finding one of my pristine bright red ties. This would do nicely.
I stole a quick glance at the weapon still in the same position on the nightstand where I’d placed it. However, the position was different. I wondered what my enchanted little dove had been up to. There was only one way to find out. With a wicked grin on my face, I kicked in the bathroom door, not giving a shit I’d splintered the door casing.
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Her demand didn’t hold one scrap of fear, her eyes blazing as if a lit roaring fire.
“I wasn’t finished with you yet.”
“Tough. Get out. If you can’t believe me then we have nothing to talk about.” She turned toward me, folding her arms and cocking her rounded hip. She had no care she was standing fully naked in front of a very bad man. To her, I was just an annoyance, a man who’d placed his doubt in her. She glanced at the tie, curiosity rushing into that sweet mind of hers.
If only she knew what I had in store for her.
“Get the fuck out,” she repeated.
This hadn’t gone over very well. I took a single step closer, keeping a wry smile on my face. “Why should I believe you, little dove? You already mentioned you don’t know your brother that well any longer, so why should I buy the fact he had nothing to do with my brother’s murder?”
The question troubled her and I didn’t need to read minds or be a soothsayer to gather she wasn’t one hundred percent certain of what Shane was capable of either. But as I’d said my entire life, every person on earth had two sides and a breaking point.
Blood was a thick, oozing goo that could easily strangle anyone. Water simply washed off your back. She would stand by her claim until her death. I had to admire her spunk and resolve.
“Because he’s never shown any disregard for human life. He’s never abused an animal or crushed a bug. He’s a lover of nature and people. He just… I don’t think he’s happy with what he’s doing.”
I took another step closer. “Then what are you suggesting, darling woman? As you might imagine, I simply cannot allow Shane to fly on his own like a hawk waiting to feast on scraps of human flesh. In my world, that would damage my reputation significantly.”
“Your fucking reputation. Is that all you care about?”
“No, I care about my dead brother lying in the morgue, and my parents who had to be told of their son’s murder over the phone. My cousins who worshipped the young man, considering him a leader. And my brothers who want nothing more than to seek bloody. Violent. Revenge.”
Her nose turned up, a slight hurt look forming in her eyes.
“And I care about you. Your pain. Your loss. Your future. Believe it or not.” I took another step closer.
She threw out her hand, her body already crushed against the bathroom counter.
Willow swallowed, keeping her arm in place. “If that’s really the truth, let me help you bring him in.”
Her unexpected statement hit me hard. “How would you manage to do that?”
I could tell her mind was processing, trying to think of a perfect opportunity. I did remind myself her thoughts could include escape.
“I’m not sure yet, but I am perfectly capable of playing a role, any role you need. Including being on your side. I’m strong. I have skills that you’ve yet to learn about. And I’m the most determined woman in the entire world. I want justice for my parents’ murder like you do for Leandro’s. Maybe Shane was inside the villa earlier. Did you think of that possibility?”
“Did you see anything that would lead you to believe that he was?”
Her sigh was a clear indication she wasn’t certain. “I didn’t look. Okay? But I can help. In fact, I might be the only person on this earth that can provide what you need.”
Very few people in this world surprised me. Only my brothers and my two top men had ever presented unusual, out of the box ideas. Maybe because most were terrified of what I would do or that I’d laugh at their suggestions. This woman, this somewhat innocent vixen could indeed be the only person to bring me what was required. How? I wasn’t certain yet.
But at least her recommendations kept me fully aroused. “I’ll think about it.”
“While you think about it,” she threw in my face, “do it elsewhere. I need my space.”
“As I just told you, peristeráki, I’m not finished yet.”
Her eyes opened wide and I was certain she was preparing to slap me. I lunged forward and she squealed, immediately trying to escape my clutches.
That wasn’t going to happen.
I pushed her hard against the bathroom wall, drinking in her sweet essence.
“Get off me, you beast,” she hissed.
The longing was more intense than before, the breathless wonderment of what we were doing escalating to something more explosive. I wrapped my hand around her throat, stretching her neck, sliding the tip of my thumb back and forth under her chin.
“Hands over your head, enchanted one.”
“What do you want?”
“You’re not in a position to ask questions. Do it.”
Her mouth twisted, accentuating her rosy lips but she slowly lifted them over her head. “Bastard.”
Using a single finger, I traced the edge of her jaw from one ear to the other. “From now on, you’ll obey my every command. Do you understand?”
Her smile was practically devilish.
I pinched her nipple, twisting it as I kept my eyes locked on hers. “Let’s try that again, sweet Willow. Do. You. Understand?”
“Yes.” The single word was nothing but another hiss.
As I showed her the tie, she wrinkled her perky little nose. “I’m going to teach you a lesson in surrender.”
“Never to you.”
“Only to me.” I wrapped the silk around her wrists, tying the very kind of knot my father had shown me how to do as a boy. While the material was slick, she wouldn’t be able to free herself.
“I hate you.”
She issued the harsh words, but she was lying. I could tell by the raging scent of her continued desire and the way she jutted her hips forward.
“What am I going to do about how naughty you are?” I slid my heated gaze down to her voluptuous breasts as I planted a hand on the wall beside her. When I raked a single finger down the length of her neck, sliding it very slowly between her breasts, the raggedness of her breathing was the only sound in the room. My little dove was shivering like a leaf, trying to remain in position, but she was losing the battle.
Her desire was too great.
“Let me go. That’s what you need to do,” she stated again.
“And where would you go?”
She had no answer to that.
“I’m going to keep you, Willow. And I will protect you.”
“Why? Because I’m nothing but your pawn?”
The answer needed to be something she would remember, words that could fully express how I felt about her. Good or bad.
“Because,” I started, “the moment you walked back into my life, I knew without a doubt you were meant to be mine.”
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Willow
Lust.
Passion.
Need.
They’d all washed together in this moment. He’d seen right through me, his smile suggesting he could read my mind or see straight into my soul. As disturbing at it truly was, the look in his eyes also kept the fire burning deep within my core.
“Tell me what you want, Willow. Be my good girl.” His demand had irritated me before.
No longer.
I was excited, my pussy throbbing. The hunger was driving me crazy, pushing me into thinking, feeling and even doing things I never would have thought of before. He was in such control over me that I was shaking like a leaf.
“Tell me.” His growl was even more exciting.
At least I could bask in his masculinity, raking my gaze down from the dark stubble covering his jaw to the exquisite bone structure of his shoulders and chest. Then I allowed my eyes to fall to his detailed tattoos, every one of them a creation of beauty. The deep V cut of his abdomen gave way to a deliciously thick and throbbing cock. How could he be rock hard so soon after we’d… fucked? I wasn’t certain what to call it, but the taste hadn’t been enough.
For either one of us.
“You want me. Say it.”
Was he asking or telling me?
I chewed on my lower lip, locking in on the glistening beads still covering his cockhead. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking his cock, even if I had no real clue what I was doing. I was flustered from the sight of his swollen balls, hanging low between his muscular thighs. He was a creation straight from the Greek gods. I was swooning more than I thought I would, heat rising across my jaw.
“Yes, I want you. I hate you but I want you. What does that make me?”
He seemed amused, breathing across my face as he lowered his head. “Perfect.” He captured my mouth, crushing his body against mine. The feel of his rock-hard cock was already driving me crazy. My mind might be a blur but I knew what I wanted.
Him.
Every inch.
Filling me.
Fucking me.
His tongue was driven inside, but I tried to take control, sucking on it while I stretched and wiggled my hands. There was no getting out of the bindings. He could do what he wanted to me when he wanted.
And I couldn’t stop him.
Not that I wanted to.
When he broke the kiss, he was as breathless as I was.
“No, this is.”
“Be careful what you’re wishing for,” he growled, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I twisted in my bindings, but the knot was too tight. I’d never been tied up before and for a few seconds, I was terrified, but I trusted him more than I had anyone but my parents.
I had a feeling nothing I would say could stop his actions. Or his need.
I almost didn’t recognize his voice from the huskiness, the lust dripping from every word. Every emotion raged through me, but mostly, a kind of longing I’d never felt before.
“Fuck me,” I blurted out.
“What did you say?”
“I said. Fuck. Me. Now.”
He ran his fingers down my side, taking several deep breaths. I closed my eyes and his growl indicated he wasn’t happy. “Look at me, Willow. Don’t take those pretty eyes off me. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”
“Yes, sir.” I don’t know why I called him sir other than his demanding ways.
I loved the deep command, his tone washing over me like smooth velvet. When I’d complied, he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple then pinched it again.
“Oh,” I whimpered, bending my arms at the elbows, weak in the knees. He was teasing me to the point I wasn’t certain how long I could take it. When he finally rubbed his finger down my stomach, I opened my legs wide without being asked.
Yet he still placed his knee between them, ensuring I was as open as possible.
For him.
For his thick cock.
Every part of me ached to have him inside, driving me to another place of nirvana. There was no denying the man or his needs. Another pinch of my nipple brought a delicious wave of pain. I pressed my head against the wall as I moaned. I was still fighting my bindings, but knew in my heart I didn’t want to escape his tight hold.
It wouldn’t have mattered. He toyed with my pussy, rubbing two fingers up and down my slickened folds. As soon as his face darkened, I braced myself for what was to come.
The man didn’t disappoint me, driving the entire length of his cock inside.
“Oh.” The single sound was followed by a hard fluttering of my stomach, a pounding of my heart.
“So tight. My God, you’re so wet for me.”
“You make me that way.”
He narrowed his eyes, his breathing as labored as mine. When he rolled onto the balls of his feet, pushing me further up the wall, he planted both hands on either side of me. “Keep your hands over your head.”
There was no denying the man, no desire to do so. I was lost in an incredible haze as he fucked me, my body meshing with his with every brutal stroke.
I was certain I would fall, but the weight of his body pressing against mine kept me aloft. As he started to fuck me even more savagely, I was lulled into a magnificent moment of bliss, vibrations dancing through me. He was as powerful as I’d known he’d be, rough in the right way as he fucked me, plunging in deep thrusts. The blissful lull was quickly surrendered to utter ecstasy as an orgasm began to build.
Panting, I struggled to obey his command. I longed to touch him, to wrap my lips around his thick cock.
He rocked on his feet, switching the angle every few seconds. I’d never been fucked this way before. My entire body was quivering and I knew this was exactly what he’d meant by surrendering to him. That’s exactly what I was doing.
If not giving him a portion of my soul.
He whispered in Greek, finally calling me his good girl. Every time he muttered the words, I was thrown by how much they affected me.
I was hotter, slicker, and wetter than I’d ever been with my vibrator, my mind so fuzzy that every sound was muffled. His husky growls only added to the incredible moment, pushing me further and harder into a heightened position. Ecstasy swirled around every sensation, pulling me into a dark abyss as another climax threatened to betray me. I couldn’t hold back; the muscles of my diaphragm constricted, stealing what was left of my breath.
“Good girl. Come for me.”
I no longer recognized his voice, the tone was so dark and dangerous.
Shocked that I could come so soon, when I did it was harder than before, my core so overheated that all the air was sucked from my lungs. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”
I should be incensed, even shocked my body responded to his demands, but nothing about the man and his powerful prowess shocked me any longer.
He gripped my hair, pulling me away from the wall.
The man wasn’t finished yet.
When he shoved me against the counter, I was forced to press my bound hands on the surface. He raked his nails down my back, kicking my legs apart once again. When he positioned his cock against my dark hole, I sucked in my breath. He was going to fuck me in the ass.
“Watch every moment as I take another part of you.” Dimitrios was smiling, his chest heaving as he pressed the tip just inside.
I was frozen in the moment, terrified of the possible agony, gasping for air. Yet I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He was my savior.
Wasn’t he?
He’d brought me to true ecstasy, allowing me to feel all the emotions and longing that had been unreachable before.
Up until now.
When he pushed further inside, the discomfort was immediate. But only seconds later as he whispered words in his native language in my ear, my body started to relax. Just being able to see our faces, watching our ragged emotions and intense desires rushing to the surface was something I would never forget.
He drove the rest of his cock deep inside my asshole, taking a heavy and very deep breath as soon as he did.
An entirely different smile crossed his face as he placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, pulling out and thrusting once again.
He began fucking me like the barbarian I’d accused him of being, slamming me into the counter. His entire body was as tense as mine had been, his face contorted. I couldn’t blink, didn’t dare breathe as he took what he wanted.
I sensed the moment he was ready to come and squeezed my muscles.
As he released, erupting deep inside of me, I accepted the fact I was going nowhere.
Our pasts had collided, our needs more than either one of us comprehended how to deal with.
I was going nowhere.