by Tee, Marian
Mine.
It shouldn't be, but it was, and God help him, he was so fucking glad for it. Even if knowing that he didn't deserve her. Even if knowing he had fucked up in all sorts of ways with Schuyler and had forced her to throw away her pride one too many times...
Mine, Ioniko thought once more, and a savagely primal sense of permission blazed through every vein of his body as his gaze swept over her blushing and shaking nakedness.
My beautiful little doll.
He pulled away to dispose of his own clothes.
My Schuyler.
And by the time he returned to her, his weight pressing down on her softness, just the briefest contact between their bodies was more than enough. It was like having every cell in his body burn into life, his fiery, throbbing need for her perishing all sensible thoughts from his mind.
So damn good.
He hadn't planned things to go this far. This was only supposed to be about her pleasure and not his. She wanted him, and he had sworn to himself that he would give her anything she wanted. That was all. Make her cum, just that. But what was supposed to be plain and simple turned out to be something scorchingly complex and impossible to escape.
The moment his chest against rubbed her breasts and his already throbbing cock rubbed over her distended clit...that moment made him forget everything.
And he became a sinner once more.
Lost in his own uncontrollable desires, Ioniko found himself kissing Schuyler with a need that more than matched hers. He kissed his way down her body, sucking on her pouting nipples until she nearly arched off the bed, and thrust his tongue in and out of her hot little pussy.
I can't. I can't. Oh God, I can't. But for the life of her, Schuyler couldn't quite figure out exactly what she couldn't do or say. Can't shout? Breathe? Think? All of those were certainly true, with the way the billionaire's lips were expertly kissing the last of her sanity away. And oh God, the way he was squeezing, kneading, and fondling her breasts as he sucked on them one by one...
The masterful possessiveness of his touch just had her craving for more of his dominion. More, more, moooooore. She wished she could scream the words out, but instead she could only gasp and whimper as she saw his head move down to pause between her legs. And when his tongue thrust in---
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah. She began to pant and clung desperately on his shoulders as she felt something inside of her starting to change. Twisting and tightening. Burning hotter and hotter and hotter, and when she felt Ioniko lift his head, she almost cried out in aching protest.
No, don't leave!
It had felt so good, so, so good that she knew she'd never have been able to imagine something like it without experiencing it first. Just so damn good that she wanted to plead him to just go and on.
Please, oh please.
And just like before, it was as if he had heard her, and he was now giving her exactly what her body was silently begging for---
His hands parted her thighs open as he positioned herself.
"Schuyler..."
And then his cock was driving inside of her.
Tearing past her hymen.
Deeper and deeper until there could be no mistake about it.
A teary smile wobbled to her lips as she looked up at him. "I'm yours."
Something flashed in his eyes.
And then he rasped out, "Yes." He slowly pulled back even as his gaze continued to hold hers captive. "You're mine." And he drove back home inside of her. In and out, over and over, and with every plunge he was moving harder and faster until she had to lock her legs around his waist and hold on to him for dear life. God. Oh God. It almost felt like he was going to rip her into two any moment, and oh God, she just couldn't wait for it to happen.
"Nik." Ioniko heard his name come out in a choked whisper. "Nik." But it soon turned into a helpless little chant. Nik. Nik. Nik. Her sexy little moans matched the rhythm of his strokes, and they soon proved his undoing. Just as her inner muscles locked around his cock, she moaned his name one last time---
Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiik, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
His control shattered, and he shoved his cock into her one last time, shoved it all the way down until its head knocked against the wall of her womb, and she, too, started to shatter. She sobbed his name as she started to cum, and he growled hers out as he came with her, his cock shooting his seed into her until her pussy was overflowing with it.
And afterwards...
She proceeded to break his heart as the last waves of pleasure faded, and a sleepy little smile touched her lips when she saw him gazing down at her.
"Hey..."
He managed to smile back even as his throat tightened with self-loathing. God. What had he done? What if it turned out that he had only wanted her because it was as Stavros thought, and she somewhat resembled Mairi? What then, when he had already taken her virginity and asked her to marry him?
"Schuyler, I---"
Her fingers pressed hastily against his lips. "Don't say it."
He stilled.
"I know this is going to sound like I'm shutting the stable door when the horse has already bolted, but..." Her teeth sank into her lower lip, and her tone turned uncertain as she asked, "Is it okay if you don't say it for now?"
"I see." But actually, he had no fucking idea what she was asking him for.
"When I think about how I've been acting all this time..." A blush stole over her cheeks. "I've been quite the ugly little primadonna, haven't I? Always making you run after me just because..." Schuyler couldn't help wincing as she thought of all the hurdles she had personally put up to block his way. "Well, anyway, it won't be like that again. When I thought you were trying to end things between us earlier, I asked God to give me a second chance with you, and..." Her tone turned shy once more. "I will never question why you came to like me."
Ah.
"You've asked me to marry you," she said shakily. "That kinda says it all."
And that was when it started.
"But if it's alright with you, could we keep it a secret between us first?"
His heart breaking into pieces---
"And until I'm ready, please don't...please don't say you love me just yet?"
With the way she was giving him everything he needed---
"I feel like I don't deserve the words until I'm able to get rid of all my fears...and I can give you the words back." A tentative smile touched her lips. "Once I'm ready to tell you the words, then you can say it back. Okay?"
Theo. God. What kind of punishment was this?
If she would never ask him again about how he had become attracted to her, then he might never have to hurt her again by speaking of the past.
If she wanted their engagement to remain a secret, then there were also fewer chances for her to find out the truth about Mairi.
And most importantly of all...
If she didn't want him to say those three words, then he might never need to lie to about loving her.
"Nik?"
She was doing it again, he thought once more, and his chest became hollow with pain as he thought about the way her soul kept reaching out to his. And through it, her heart heard the fears his own heartbeat drummed, and she was once again unknowingly striving to draw him out of the darkness even if it might be at the expense of her own light fading.
Theo.
If he spoke the truth now, she would still be hurt, but the pain would be less than what it could be if they did end up married...and Schuyler were to find out he had only come to want her for the wrong reasons.
Schuyler placed her hand on Ioniko's cheek. "Am I asking too much?"
And he heard himself say, "No." He took her hand and pressed his lips to her palm. "You're not." Because the truth was, all that she was asking of him could only hurt her and no one else.
* * *
"This isn't how I imagined life with you would be," Schuyler confided to him over two weeks later as she turned around to feed her gorgeous Greek billionaire
a roll of Philadelphia maki.
It was a lazy Sunday evening, and they were in her living room, seated on the rug in front of her TV, binge-watching the last episodes of The Witcher while they demolished their second tray of salmon-wrapped rolls.
"Shall I make a guess on what you likely expected?" Ioniko's voice was droll. "Excessive drinking and partying, rocking and rolling with the richest degenerates in town..."
"I...I..." A sheepish smile broke over his beautiful little doll's lips. "I did think along those lines, ne---" Anything else she had to say was swept aside by the mouth that covered hers in a deep, hard, toe-curling kiss.
Oh God.
And then it started all over again: her throat tightening, her heart hammering away, and her senses swimming as his hands started to move over her body.
Sometimes, Ioniko liked to take it insanely slow. Other times, it was as if waiting another second would kill him...
Just. Like. Now.
She could only whimper as he whipped her pants off and literally ripped her panties away. Bye, Underwear #18. And then he was sinking into her, still fully dressed in his three-piece suit, and oh God, she just loved it this way, too.
She loved it every way with him, but if she had to choose, this had to be one of her favorites: seeing him so wildly in need for her that he was completely shorn of his legendary and sophisticated cool, and all that was left was an intensely sexual man who wanted to fuck the brains out of her.
"Schuyler..."
There was nothing sexier than hearing Ioniko Vlahos say her name with his thick Greek accent, and her body instantly arched as her pussy started to quiver under the pounding thrusts of his cock.
"Oh, Nik..."
And while she had yet to figure this out, it was the same for Ioniko. His name on her lips was an erotic trigger, and the moment he heard it, a growl rumbled past his lips, and his hands slipped under her body to cup the sweet, full cheeks of her ass. "You make me want to ruin you, koukla mou."
Passion-clouded eyes locked with his. "Do it," she whispered. "Ruin me---aaaaaaaaaaaah." She could no longer speak, could only gasp as his cock started plunging into her, so hard and fast that in moments her eyes began to roll back...
"Nik."
She sobbed his name out as she started to cum. A few seconds later, and his hips were grinding down hard, his cock releasing so much cum that she could feel it starting to trickle down the inner side of her thighs. Oh God, there was so, so much. The thought had her shuddering, the inner muscles of her vagina tightening, and she felt his powerful body jerk as she unconsciously dug her nails into his back.
And then---
Her eyes widened.
Surely...
She gulped.
Surely, she was just imagining...
Her dazed eyes lifted to his.
His cock stirring inside of her---
Schuyler had her answer when his glittering green gaze met hers.
"Nik..." Her voice was faint. "Itsn't it too soon---ah!" He had pulled out to flip her over, and as soon as she was on her hands and knees, she felt his cock sliding back into her.
Oh God.
The billionaire carried her to the shower after that and made love to her for the third time under the deliciously hot blast of water. It should've ended there, but when she had bent over the sink to brush her teeth and unthinkingly presented him her bottom, well...
Schuyler sensed Ioniko moving to stand behind her, and her incredulous gaze immediately flew up to meet his through the vanity mirror. "Nik..." Her voice was filled with alarm when she saw the look of intent on his handsome face. "No---"
But it was too late once again, and when he finally let her go, Schuyler's knees literally buckled, her body having turned into jelly from too much sex.
"My apologies, Schuyler mou." Despite the solemnity of his words, the purr of blatant satisfaction in his voice was also unmistakable, and she could only make a face even as she let him sweep her up in his arms.
"We both know you're not really sorry."
"True." The grin he flashed at her was decidedly unrepentant, and she couldn't stop her heart from somersaulting at such a wickedly sexy sight.
"Sleepy?" he asked.
She hesitated. "Are you sleepy?"
"No."
A smile of relief formed over her lips. "Me neither."
"But you wouldn't have admitted it," he chided, "if I had said I was."
"Well, you just came back from Athens and..."
"And nothing," Ioniko said firmly. "You are my woman, and it is a matter of honor that I am always able to put your needs first."
"Oh."
"So no more self-sacrifices, no matter how small, ne?" This earned him a dutiful nod, and he smirked. "You will not say ne back?"
"I don't think I can risk it," she admitted grudgingly. "Every time I say anything in Greek, you do..."
"You?"
Heat burned in her cheeks. "Nik!"
He laughed. "But you are not mistaken," he acknowledged. "I indeed can't help but do you every time you I hear you speak my language." He noticed the way her gaze turned uncertain as he spoke and asked, "What is it?"
She bit her lip then asked slowly, "Is it just me?" Her voice was small. "Or does it turn you on every time you hear an attractive woman speak Greek?"
The question caught him off guard as it was something he had never thought to consider. But now that she had brought it up...
Schuyler unconsciously held her breath when she saw the way his gaze narrowed at her face.
And then he said simply, "It's just you."
"You're not lying just to make me feel better?" she couldn't help asking.
"It's the truth."
"Yay!" She threw her arms around him and thus missed the way Ioniko's expression had turned rigid.
Ioniko managed to hide his disquiet until Schuyler had fallen asleep in his arms. Yay...had been Mairi's favorite expression. In fact, many of her students, his sister and her own sister-in-law included, had taken to calling her 'Ms. Yay' because of it.
Be that as it may...
It didn't have to mean anything, he told himself forcefully. What did and should mean something was how he hadn't been lying when he told Schuylier earlier that she was the only woman who turned him on by speaking Greek.
Mairi herself had been fluent in Greek, but not once had the other woman made his heart leap, and there were countless instances they had conversed in his native language.
And yet...
Schuyler suddenly stirred against him, and the movement immediately pulled out his thoughts. He glanced down as Schuyler snuggled close, and he pressed his lips to the top of her head as she burrowed deep into his arms.
He heard her release his name in a sleepy little sigh. "Nik." But her eyes remained closed, and just as his own eyes drifted close, it was then he heard her.
"Love you."
It was the faintest of whispers, like words escaping a dream, but even so. They were more than enough for Ioniko to suddenly feel like someone had thrown a noose around his neck.
Once I'm ready to tell you the words, then you can say it back.
Ioniko knew it was just his imagination, but it was as if his breathing was slowly becoming restricted as the invisible noose around his neck started tightening like the worst kind of omen Someone or something...he wasn't exactly sure which it was, but he suddenly knew that something could happen to make him lose her for good, and the thought had Ioniko so immensely agitated that he failed to realize it was already happening.
For Schyler was now awake in the billionaire's arms, and her eyes were haunted by the pain of his silence.
* * *
Boy meets girl. Boy wants girl. Girl wants boy. Boy asks girl to marry him. Girl says yes. Boy and girl live happy ever after. And for a time, it did seem things would head to that direction.
She used to think he was trouble she could never afford and had done her best to run away from him because of it. But having Ionik
o ask her to marry him changed everything, and she had mustered the courage to face her fears and stop hiding from Ioniko.
And at first, it had been terrifying, like opening Pandora's box. She had gotten so used to pretending she didn't like him that at first, she had still instinctively ducked or turned her head away every time she saw him about to kiss her. But after a second or two, she would remember things were different now, and when she'd look up, Ioniko would always be smirking. He read minds, after all, and he had known that she had forgotten they were now engaged.
In the end, it only took a few days. Just a few days, and she no longer remembered what life was without the billionaire by her side. Nowadays, she no longer minded that he would catch her staring at him, and whenever he did...
Sometimes, he would completely stop whatever he was doing: set aside the book he was reading, put the TV on silent, even hang up on whoever it was he was talking to. He would just train her smoldering green gaze on her and ask in that deliciously sexy accented English of his, 'Want me?' And at her nod, he'd open his arms and slowly smile. 'It's your lucky day then. So come here and claim your prize.'
Other times, he would make her hard for it. He'd sense her gaze on him, and without taking his gaze off the documents in his hand, he'd say, 'If you want me, I need to hear you beg.' And of course she would...and she would be so exquisitely rewarded that she would be barely able to walk the next day.
Ioniko as a lover was a dream come true, really, but then, she had always expected that. What did surprise her, however, was how good he would also be at attending to her needs. She never even had to ask for anything; it was always as if he already knew, and often well before she even realized what she needed.
He stayed out of her hair whenever she had a deadline to meet, but he also made sure she had food and coffee within reach. He would be in Athens, and just when she had started missing him, her phone would ring, and his deep, beautiful voice would come down the line to soothe her.
He was, in a nutshell, exactly what she thought the first time she saw him. Perfect. He was perfect in every way, and she would never stop pinching herself, wondering why, out of all the millions of women in the world, he had chosen to love her.