Taking Greer: A Banachi Family Novella

by Winter Travers

  I stroked his long, hard cock, and quirked my eyebrow. “For about two seconds, and then I imagine you taking them off.”

  “Well, it’s time to put your imagination to rest.”

  I squeaked as Apollo grabbed my ass, lifted, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He strode over to the bed, tossed me down on it, and stepped back.

  His hands went to the waistband of his boxers.

  “Wait!” I shouted, holding up my hand. I pushed my hair out of my face and rested back on my elbows. “I’m ready now.” I needed my full attention on Apollo. Nothing was going to distract me from this.

  Apollo shook his head and yanked down his boxers. “Enjoying the show, sweet Greer?”

  I dumbly nodded my head, rendered speechless by the sight in front of me.

  Apollo Banachi had always been an enigma to me, but now, seeing him in front of me, he was a god. My jaw had dropped open, and all I could do was stare. From the floor up, he was the epitome of perfection. My eyes scrambled to look at him all at once.

  His legs were muscled and powerful with his wide stance, and his long, thick cock hung between his thighs.

  “Wow.”

  Apollo stroked his cock and nodded at me. “Bra and panties off, now,” he ordered.

  I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The man I’d dreamed about forever was now standing in front of me, and I was paralyzed. Apollo shook his head and stalked to the bed. He reached out, grabbed me by the ankle, and pulled me down the bed. “You’re not listening, Greer,” he growled. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of my panties and tugged them down my legs. “You don’t want to know what happens when people don’t listen to me,” he warned.

  “Are the people who don’t listen to you normally naked when you have to threaten them?” I giggled.

  “No. I’d rather not see my associates naked.” He climbed up the bed, covering me with his body. “You’re the only one I want to see naked, Greer.” He grabbed my wrists and held my arms over my head. I arched my back, eager to touch his body, and groaned when he moved away from me. “Your punishment might be a bit different than theirs.”

  “Punishment?” I asked as I swallowed hard. That word should have scared me, but all it did was excite me.

  Apollo looked into my eyes, and I knew that we were about to enter a whole new territory for me. “You’ve known me forever, Greer. You have to know that I’m a man who gets what he wants, right?”

  I nodded my head. Only a fool wouldn’t know that.

  “Why didn’t you take off your panties when I told you to?” he asked.

  “I… I…” I stammered. I was pretty much dumbstruck.

  “It’s time for you to learn what kind of man I really am.” He let go of my wrists, but I kept them over my head because I felt that if I moved them, I would find out even more what kind of punishment he had in mind. He pulled the cups of my bra down, and he lowered his head over my breast. “No touching me,” he ordered, “and you don’t move unless I tell you to.”

  My body shivered at his words, and I knew the kind of punishment he had in mind was going to be the delicious kind. “Apollo, please,” I begged as his mouth hovered over my breast. His breath caressed my skin like a light tease, making me ask for more. “Let me move,” I pleaded.

  He looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire. “Move, and this becomes an entirely different kind of punishment. The kind that ends with you over my knee.” I knew his words weren’t an empty threat.

  “I think that should be added to the list,” I whispered.

  “It’s been there,” he growled.

  “I think we’re going to be in bed for days trying to finish everything on that list,” I whispered. Apollo and I weren’t going to surface from this room for a very long time.

  “That’s the plan, Greer.” He tilted his head back down. “No moving,” he reminded.

  He placed a kiss on the side of my breast, and a tremor rocked my body. I was moments away from coming again, and he was barely touching me. This would be over quickly if I didn’t get a handle on my need for Apollo.

  “This isn’t fair,” I gasped. All I wanted to do was run my fingers over his body and finally touch him.

  “I’m not into fair. I’m into getting what I want,” he mumbled. He sucked my nipple into his mouth while his hand pinched the other one. He rolled my nipple between his fingers while his mouth sucked, nipped, and licked.

  “I need more,” I begged.

  His fingers released my nipple and snaked down my stomach, and cupped my pussy. His fingers deftly parted my wet lips, and his fingers sunk into me. “This?” he asked.

  “Yes, please.”

  “I love when you beg, Greer. I love it even more when you’re begging for me to touch you.” His finger stroked my clit, and it took everything in me not to fly off of the bed. I slammed my eyes shut and concentrated on anything but what Apollo was doing to me.

  He kissed his way down my body, the cold air hitting my breast. “I’ve dreamed of what you would taste like, Greer. You’re sweeter than I imagined.” His fingers spread apart the lips of my pussy and his tongue flicked my clit. “I could spend the rest of the night here and still want you.”

  I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth, and my hips lifted off of the bed. I wasn’t in control of my body anymore. Apollo took over my body, and all I could do was lie there and let him have his way.

  His fingers pumped in and out of me, driving me insane while his tongue devoured my clit. With each flick of his tongue, combined with the magic his fingers were working, I exploded on his tongue, my hips bucking with each thrust of his fingers.

  “Your body belongs to me, Greer. No one can give you what I can,” he growled. He pressed a kiss to the inside of each of my thighs and slid up my body. “Every touch I can feel you responding to me.” He pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste myself on his tongue as his hands roamed over my body and up my arms. He pulled my arms down, and I wrapped them around his neck. I held on as he rocked his hips into me, and I moaned as I delved my fingers into his hair.

  “Apollo,” I gasped as he pulled away. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Making you mine so you’ll never want anyone else.”

  My heart soared, and I knew that this was precisely what I wanted.

  Apollo Banachi wanted me and no one else.

  Four

  Apollo

  Greer had her eyes closed, and I knew that I was as close to heaven as I would ever get. I knew I wasn’t a good man, but Greer Cassidy was going to be my saving grace.

  Her body was perfect, and I knew that she was going to fit me perfectly. “Sit up,” I ordered as I sat back.

  She slowly sat up, a dazed and content look on her face, and it made me damn proud to know that I was the man who put that look on her face. I reached around, unhooked the clasp of her bra, and tossed it on the floor. She sat before me, and I felt like a man who had been starved for over a decade, and I was finally able to eat.

  “You’re too good for me, sweet Greer.” I knew that hundreds of men were more worthy of Greer, but I was too selfish to let her go. I had waited too long for this moment, and I was going to have her for the rest of my life.

  “Nothing is too good for you.” She cupped her breasts in her hands. “I’m pretty sure we were made for each other.”

  I wasn’t going to argue with her about that. If she thought that I was good enough for her, I wasn’t going to talk her out of it. “Lie down back down, let me look at you.”

  She laid down, her hands still on her breasts. “I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she rasped.

  She lay before me, and it took all my willpower not to toss her legs over my shoulders and pound the shit out of her. Greer had always been the one thing that could break me, and I knew tonight would be the night I would leave this room a broken man who would never be put back together the same again. Greer Cassidy was the only thing that would make me whole from now on.

  “Touch
yourself for me. I want to see your fingers on that wet pussy.”

  Her hands glided down her body, and her fingers parted the lips of her pussy. Her clit glistened as I watched her fingers rub over it. I glanced up, her eyes on me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve done this and pictured you in my mind having your way with me.”

  “You touch yourself when you think of me?” I growled. I wanted to puff my chest out and pound on it like a crazed man. This gorgeous woman before me was mine before I had even touched her. I was what she wanted when I wasn’t even there.

  “Every night,” she gasped as she pinched her clit between her fingers.

  “Put two fingers inside of you,” I ordered. She pumped two fingers in and out of her tight hole while another finger slowly rubbed her clit.

  I slowly stroked my cock in rhythm with her fingers plunging in and out of her. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, Greer. I can’t even think straight right now.”

  She hummed low and arched her hips towards me. “Now, you know how I feel. You walk into a room, and all I can think about is you. Having you naked in front of me and not being able to touch you is driving me crazy. I need you, Apollo.”

  Something snapped in me. The thing that had been holding me back for eleven years finally broke. I covered her body with mine and sunk into her in one swift motion.

  Her breath rushed out from her lips, and she slammed her eyes shut. “Yes,” she moaned.

  I planted so far into her; I couldn’t tell where I ended and where she began anymore. We were now one, and there was nothing that was going to tear us apart. I caged her in with my arms and slowly pulled out of her tight pussy. I could feel the walls of her pussy, gripping me like a vise. “Fucking hell,” I growled.

  “Don’t pull out,” she gasped.

  “Never,” I growled as I plunged back into her.

  “I’m close,” she breathed. “How the hell am I close again? What are you doing to me?” she asked bewildered.

  Her pussy milked my cock as I plunged in and out of her. I had no answer for her because I was so far gone that there was no way I could form a sentence longer than three words. “Because you’re mine,” I growled. That was all there was to it. Nothing else mattered except for the feel of Greer’s body surrounding me.

  “Yes, yes…” Greer chanted over and over. She wound her arms around my neck and put her knees up, spreading her legs further apart.

  I didn’t think it was possible, but I sunk even further the next time I plunged into her. “Fuck me, Greer,” I moaned. I leaned back, grabbed her knees, and used them as leverage for me to pound into her. “Come. I need you to come with me.” I reached down, flicked her clit, and felt the walls of her pussy pulse around me.

  “Apollo,” she screamed as her orgasm slammed into her.

  I plunged one last time into her, and I filled her tight pussy with every last drop of come. “Mine. Fucking mine,” I vowed.

  “Only if you’re mine, too,” she gasped. Her eyes were closed, and there was a small smile on her lips.

  “Open your eyes, Greer,” I ordered. I knew that what she said, she really wondered. I wasn’t a saint all of those years waiting for Greer, and she knew it.

  She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at me. “You’re going to have to give me at least five minutes, Pol.”

  I smirked. “You haven’t called me Pol since we were kids.”

  She shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I didn’t feel like Pol fit the mafia mob boss anymore.”

  I shook my head. “That’s not me when I’m in this bed with you. Hell, that’s not me when I’m with you anywhere. You always have the ability to take me back to before my life changed, and I started working for Leo.”

  “I thought you and Leo were more like equals even though you’re his right-hand man.”

  I shook my head. “No, we’re not.”

  “Oh. I guess I’m going to have to learn all of this, aren’t I?”

  “It would make things a bit easier for you.” I brushed her hair off of her shoulder and looked down at her. “But back to you asking if I belong to you.” Her body stiffened under me, and I knew she thought I would break things off with her. “I’ve been yours since the first day I met you, Greer. I haven’t been a saint all of these years, and I know it makes me sound like an ass, but it was always you, no matter who I was with.”

  “But, then why did you wait for so long?” she asked quietly.

  “Because I’m not the right man for you, Greer. You deserve someone who doesn’t have the blood of another man on his hands and is on the right side of the law.”

  She looked up at me and shook her head. “Sometimes there has to be the anti-hero who really is a hero, but has to do the wrong things to be good.”

  “I’m far from good. Every man I meet knows about me before they even speak. My reputation is anything but a hero, Greer.” I shouldn’t have done this. Greer and I should never have happened, but I couldn’t resist her any longer. Our age difference was just the tip of the iceberg of why we shouldn’t be together. I was a bad man who didn’t deserve a single ounce of goodness.

  “This is my choice to be here, Pol. I walked into your room tonight with my eyes wide open. I don’t have visions of you stopping what you’re doing for me. And, everything you do isn’t all bad. You deal with the side of the city that the law turns a blind eye to. I know how I want my life to go, and it isn’t a hero I want. It’s the anti-hero who has flaws and sometimes does the wrong thing, but it’s only to right a wrong that was done in the first place.”

  I sighed and shook my head. “I don’t know how you can see me like that, Greer.”

  “Because I’ve loved you since I was fifteen, Pol, and I know that I could never love someone bad.”

  Her words slammed into me. “Don’t say that, Greer. You can’t love me.” She couldn’t love me. I knew I wasn’t worthy of the kind of love that she was willing to give me.

  Greer sat up, threaded her fingers through my hair, and pulled me close. She kissed me lightly on the lips and looked me in the eye. “You’re not going to change my mind, Pol. I’ve waited for this for years. Twelve years of seeing you with different women, wishing I were them, and thinking that I could never have you. I loved you back then. I loved you tonight when you walked into the gala, and I’ll love you tomorrow and every day after. I love you, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.”

  “You’re telling me to just deal with it?” I chuckled.

  She nodded her head.

  “Normally, I’m the one telling people to deal with it.”

  She smiled softly. “Then I guess it’s time the tables were turned.”

  “I have a feeling you’re going to keep me on my toes, Greer.” There was no doubt about it. Greer may be the light to my darkness, but she wasn’t going to be a pushover who does anything I say.

  She pressed another kiss to my lips. “I think we’re both going to be on our toes.”

  I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close, and rolled over with her with me. She laid on top of me, our bodies flush, and she looked down at me.

  Her hair cascaded around her face, and I knew I was looking into the face of my future.

  “I love you, Pol,” she whispered.

  Fuck me.

  She fucking loved me.

  I may not be the best man in the world, but with Greer Cassidy loving me, I knew I would forever strive to be the man she deserved.

  “I love you, too, Greer.”

  The End

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  About the Author

  Winter Travers is a devoted wife, mother, and aunt-turned author born and raised in Wisconsin. After a brief stint in South Carolina following her heart to chase the man who is now her hubby, they retreated back up North to the changing seasons and the place they now call home.

  Winter spends her days writing happily ever afters and h
er nights being a karate mom hauling her kid to practices and tournaments. She also has an addiction to anything MC related, her puppies, and Mexican food! (Tamales!)

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