Leandro: Greek. Biker. Billionaire.

by Marian Tee

  “Is it good?” he asked hoarsely.

  “Too good,” she gasped.

  “Then we’re doing it right.” He didn’t let her speak anymore, knowing it was time to give her another orgasm. He sucked her nipples and reached for her clit with his other hand.

  The combined impact of his mouth on her nipple, his finger on her clit, and the nonstop thrusts of his fingers into her pussy were too much, and Bobby came apart once again with a scream she was pretty sure everyone in his dorm building could hear.

  At this point, she didn’t care.

  All she knew was that she wanted more of this pleasure. It hurt bad, too, but it also hurt so, so good that she knew she would be addicted to it forever. She groaned in protest when he pulled his fingers out, but when she realized that he was looming over her and holding his cock with his hand, Bobby fell silent, tense and excited at the same time.

  Both of them watched him slowly guide his cock in, a gasp escaping her mouth when the head of his cock made it inside her.

  Leandro growled, “Don’t make any kind of sexy sound or I’ll lose it.”

  “I-I’ll t-try…” She couldn’t take her gaze off what was happening, and she held her breath as Leandro started to push it in deeper. Oh God…she felt so full…he was too big…were they really going to fit? It didn’t feel like it.

  “Bobby?”

  She looked up.

  He pushed in.

  She sucked her breath in at the pain of his penetration, his cock tearing the barrier of her hymen to mark Leandro’s total possession of her body.

  “Leandro,” she whispered. She was shaking so badly in his arms. She couldn’t believe he was inside her. This time it was not his fingers, not his tongue, but his cock inside her and oh God, she didn’t know what to do. The sensations were too confusing, the pain making her dizzy and breathless.

  “Look at me.”

  She focused on the dark voice, and bit by bit Leandro’s beautiful face became clear.

  “You’re mine now.”

  “Yes.”

  “You will always be mine.”

  “Yes.”

  He moved and she gasped, realizing with surprise that he wasn’t even fully in. “Leandro, are we really---”

  He pushed again, more forcefully this time, and his entire length went inside her. “That’s it, mégaira. You have everything inside you.” He clasped her bottom. “Tell me when it’s not painful anymore.”

  “It’s not---”

  He started to move.

  “Oh God.” She held on to him, and he took that as his cue to move at a faster but steady pace, making sure he remained in control so he could give her as much time to adjust to his cock as possible. Her nails were going to leave bloody marks on his back with the way she was clutching him, but Leandro knew he would wear the marks proudly. It was proof that he had been the only one capable of making the tough Bobby Granger fall apart with pleasure.

  When she started to move in time with his thrusts, clumsily at first and then with greater confidence, her hips pushing against his hips, he growled, “I’m going to fuck you very hard now.”

  She wetted her lips and said breathlessly, “You’re all words---” She ended up screaming, Leandro taking the challenge wordlessly. He fucked her hard indeed, his cock shoving in and out of her with such forceful thrusts her body nearly bent backwards to accommodate him. He fucked her so hard the bed started to move with him, rocking against the wall, and the sound of pounding against the wall coupled with the slapping sound of his cock pounding into her was so erotic she knew she was close to her third orgasm for the night.

  “Leandro.”

  Bang, bang, bang. The bed bumped hard against the wall with each powerful thrust of his cock.

  Slap, slap, slap. The sound of their wet bodies connecting with each thrust only emphasized the forbidden flavor of their lovemaking, whispering to them that it was possible the noise they were making was enough to wake everyone in the dorm.

  Oh God, could they? Could the others hear, and would they know it was her?

  The thought that they could hear them – and they would know it was her Leandro Christopoulos was fucking – was so shockingly sexual that it pushed her over the edge. “Leandro!”

  When she broke apart in his arms with a keening cry, Leandro lost all vestiges of control, thrusting in and out of her, his hips pumping furiously over her. And then he was coming, his seed bursting out of him as he roared his release.

  He looked down at her as he came, and the look on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. This girl had risked what he could not risk because she loved him. She truly loved him.

  He whispered, “I love you, mégaira.”

  She whispered, “I love you, kópanos.”

  Leandro grinned. Only Bobby…only Bobby would say something like that.

  She had said, I love you…jerk.

  And somehow, by doing it, she had made it more real, made the words more heartbreakingly precious. At that moment, Leandro knew what started as a pretense was now the truth. He did love her, and he wouldn’t know how he would survive if she left him.

  Chapter 14

  “You can’t be serious.” Bobby muttered the words between her lips while she tried to keep her smile. A professional photographer was taking their picture, which would be on the front cover of Sports Illustrated.

  Leandro had been dead set against the shoot, but when she found out from Aunt Samantha that it could be used to help boost the Greek public’s confidence in him, Bobby knew she would do whatever it took to get Leandro to agree to the shoot.

  Personally, she didn’t get what was wrong with it. All the photographer wanted was for her to have her hair loose while she wore her glasses, a frilly long-sleeved shirt, and a skirt that was well below her knees. Of course, the fact that she had to sit on his lap while he was astride his bike was a little suggestive, but Bobby told herself it was necessary. It was Sports Illustrated, and the more copies sold meant more people in Greece would find out that Leandro Christopoulos was a changed man.

  Or at least she hoped that was how it would work out…if they ever did finish the shoot. And that meant she had to convince Leandro not to beat the director into a bloody pulp.

  “He’s been looking at you the wrong way,” Leandro said tightly to his one-week-old girlfriend.

  “Keep smiling, Leandro,” Mick was saying.

  He bared his teeth, hoping the other man would get the message. If Mick ordered him around one more time, that was it. He was going to smack him down.

  But Mick did get the message and said hastily, “That’s great.” He returned his attention to Bobby, who was undeniably one of the sexiest women he had ever captured on camera. There was something so incredibly sensual about her, and the fact that she was covered up like a damn nun only made her seem sexier.

  “You need to bend forward more and hold the throttle.”

  “Don’t,” Leandro gritted.

  Bobby ignored it. “Like this?” She held on to the throttle, bending forward, not realizing that it made the scooped neckline of her frilly blouse move lower and reveal more of her ample breasts.

  But Leandro realized it, and he stiffened.

  Mick forgot all about being careful, his attention zeroing in on the flesh peeking out of Bobby’s blouse. He licked his lips. “Umm, yes, but I think you should…” He moved forward like an entranced zombie.

  Leandro struggled to keep an even tone as he whispered to Bobby, “I’m not wearing my glasses, so I can’t see that well. Could you check the crowd and see if any of the other club members are here?”

  “Okay.” Bobby looked away and searched the crowd for Leandro’s biker friends.

  Mick reached their side. He opened his mouth to speak to Bobby but a wheeze of pain escaped him instead when Leandro Christopoulos suddenly gripped his fingers and crushed them in his hands.

  “I’m going to give you only one fair warning, bastard. You do not look at Bobb
y the wrong way after this. You do not talk to her after this. Whatever you have to say, you tell me. Because if I catch you doing anything you shouldn’t be doing to another man’s woman, it’s your balls I’m going to crush next with a fucking hammer. Do you understand me?”

  “Ne,” Mick gasped out.

  “I see Kellion and Helios and a few others,” Bobby was saying. She looked at Leandro and was surprised to find that it was the director he had been speaking Greek to. “You’re also Greek?”

  Mick mumbled incoherently and put as much distance as he could between him and the couple the moment Leandro released him.

  Leandro explained smoothly, “Everyone in the crew is Greek. The family is well known for only working with Greek media.”

  “Ah.” She adjusted her position on his lap and froze when something nudged against her. Her head snapped towards him, her gaze incredulous. “Please don’t tell me you’re---”

  He said bluntly, “That’s why I wanted you to look for the others. They should take over now before I fuck you in public.”

  She could tell Leandro wasn’t joking. “But I don’t think we’re even halfway done!”

  Leandro glanced at the director. “Are we done, Mick? The other members of the club are already here.”

  Mick’s head bobbed. “Yes sir, we’re done.”

  Leandro raised a brow at Bobby. “Satisfied?”

  She answered simply, “Where do we have sex?”

  He cursed her in Greek even as his entire body shuddered at the way she never hid her desire for him. She was so damn true, so damn real, that each day they spent together, his guilt weighed more heavily on him.

  “We’re going,” Leandro said roughly even though his touch was gentle as he scooped her off his lap and lowered her to the ground. After that, he dragged her out of the studio as swiftly as he could while he made a call to his driver.

  She blushed when she heard his words. “Not the car again!”

  “It’s the only safe and private place we can fuck.”

  “But your driver will know---”

  “I’ll tell him to park somewhere and leave us be.”

  She was still undecided.

  He stopped walking. “Do you want to fuck or not?”

  When he put it that way…

  Bobby muttered, “You know I want to fuck. Kópanos.”

  By the time they walked past the studio’s exit doors, Leandro’s driver was already there. “Drive us to the nearest park and leave us there. Keep the engine running. I’ll call you when I need you to drive us again.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Leandro opened the passenger door. “In.”

  She quickly got in.

  When he followed her inside, it was to see that Bobby was already busy wriggling out of her panties. Leandro groaned. “Bobby, dammit.”

  She tossed him her silk panties and then regretted it afterwards when he brought it to his face and inhaled.

  “Don’t do that,” she wailed.

  “I like your scent.”

  “Kópanos.”

  Leandro smirked. “But you love me being a jerk to you.”

  “Shut up.”

  “Enough talk, Bobby. Come here. I want to fuck…” He groaned when she knelt in front of him. In moments, she had his cock free and then before he knew what was happening, she was swallowing him whole.

  “Bobby, dammit…”

  She sucked him harder, her mouth working beautifully on him until his cock was straining into her mouth. Her head started to bob and he gripped her hair.

  God, how he loved this girl.

  How they started didn’t matter, he told himself fiercely. It was how he felt now that was important, and he loved her with all his heart. That was all Bobby had to know.

  Bobby protested when Leandro pulled her up, forcing her to release his cock from her mouth. She pouted at him and Leandro groaned, the look on her face making him want to kiss her.

  “You’re no longer just a shrew these days. You’re a witch, too, a stubborn and tempestuous witch who wants to kill me.”

  She smiled at him, purring, “I just want to hear you groaning my name.”

  He growled, “I’ll groan it all right. But first you’ll scream mine.” And that was when he pulled her down, impaling her with his cock.

  She screamed his name. And when he laughed, she beat his rock hard shoulders with her fists even as she welcomed each thrust of his cock. She screamed his name repeatedly after that, her head reeling at the way he pounded into her so hard that each thrust had the car rocking.

  He kept his eyes on her the whole time, memorizing every little expression that crossed her face as she screamed his name. And when she finally came, she pushed him to find his own shuddering pleasure, too.

  “Bobby.” He groaned her name out as promised.

  She collapsed against him, and he shuddered again when he felt Bobby tenderly kissing the side of his neck. It was these little things, the ones that she only allowed him to see when she remained a tough little chick to everyone else, which made Leandro love her even more.

  She loved him, and with every little secret she shared only with him, she proved her love over and over again.

  He wished he could say the same for himself.

  Chapter 15

  “Thank God. You finally answered your phone,” Priscilla Strathmore exclaimed in relief.

  “I’m sorry. I’ve just been terribly busy the past few days.” Leandro Christopoulos sounded genuinely apologetic but also genuinely distracted.

  “I’m sorry if I caught you at a bad time, but you see I’m in this new class…”

  Leandro did his best to rein his impatience in. He reminded himself that it was Priscilla who had given him his second chance with Bobby. He should at least attempt to listen to her. The only problem was that she always attended new classes and workshops all the time, and all of them seemed to be a waste of money as far as he was concerned.

  “So I just wanted to ask, now that everything seems to be going well with Uncle Orion, is it okay if I clear things up? You see, according to my New Age Spirituality professor, I need to cleanse myself and purify my conscience…”

  “Whatever you think is best,” he said, his attention mostly focused on reading the news from back home. He swiped to the next page on his iPad, and more good news awaited him. His father was recovering well according to the news, and his father’s scion – which was Leandro – was doing apparently just as well overseas. Public approval of his relationship with Bobby was at an all-time high. Most times, they thought him undeserving of the Christopoulos name.

  “…so I’m glad that you’re totally supportive of my decision. I thought you wouldn’t be, but I’m glad I’m wrong.”

  He forced himself to concentrate on his cousin’s words. “Whatever makes you happy, Priscilla.”

  When the call ended, Priscilla beamed happily, and her reflection on her bedside mirror beamed back at her. That had gone better than she expected. Now, the next thing she needed to do was to schedule a call with Bobby Granger. That was the last step to clearing her conscience and after that, she would be able to enjoy peaceful nights and look more beautiful every day because of it.

  Leandro was about to put his phone away when it vibrated in his hand. He frowned when he saw a message from an unidentified number.

  GO TO THIS PLACE SO YOU KNOW WHY I HATE HER GUTS. NOW YOU’LL KNOW WHY YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN BACK TOGETHER WITH THE SLUT.

  “You’re really back!” Bobby exclaimed as she rushed to go around the table to give her unexpected visitor a hug.

  Sean Blackwood smiled at her. “Yes. I’m truly back.” His voice sounded carefully controlled, as was typical for deaf individuals who had mastered the art of lip reading and using it to speak on their own.

  They took their seats, and even then she couldn’t stop looking at Sean happily. He looked so gorgeous – so unlike the last time they had seen each other, when he had found out the woman he loved h
ad betrayed him. He was dressed impeccably like always, but he looked even more sophisticated now – certainly more than any fresh graduate of Molecular Physics had the right to be.

  Sean had been her first and only sign language teacher, and he had been a very strict one, not communicating with her in any other way but gestures, forcing Bobby to check her sign language dictionary for every word he acted to her.

  It had only been when he was truly convinced of her determination to talk to him that he had allowed himself to soften towards her.

  “How have you been?” Sean asked with a smile.

  She told him everything, even the things that she had tried to keep from him in the past because then he had been too vulnerable. Letting him know about her troubles would have just hurt him even more.

  Sean suddenly whitened. “Valerie Martin?”

  “Yes. Why? Do you know her?” She was alarmed when Sean paled even more at her confirmation. “What is it?” She gestured as she spoke, feeling like Sean was so disturbed right now he might not be able to read her lips properly.

  “It’s because of me,” he said grimly. “I am the one she thinks you stole away.”

  “You?”

  “She must have seen us together all the time and because no one knows about us…” His hands moved, a sign that Bobby knew was roughly equivalent to ‘goddamn motherfucking shit’.

  Bobby agreed silently. No wonder Valerie hated her. She gestured to him, Don’t blame yourself. She played around. You didn’t. She just thinks you did.

  I should have told her about you.

  She should have asked first---

  “Hello, mégaira.”

  Bobby jerked. Leandro?

  She looked up and there he was, still dressed in his leather jacket and dirty pair of jeans and causing a commotion everywhere. Most didn’t seem to realize that it was Leandro Christopoulos in their midst, their disdainful expressions telling Bobby that they were all going to request management to throw Leandro out.