by Aubrey Rose
“I...I...”
I love you.
Shiiiit!
Velvet bit her lip hard.
No, no, no!
How could she be in love with Mykolas Sallis when today was the first time they had met? That was impossible! Impossible!
But was it really, an inner voice asked. Today may be the first time they had met, but hadn’t they known each other far longer than that? Hadn’t Mykolas proven himself in many different ways that he treasured her over others?
She remembered the one time she had to stay up late, working on her lesson plan to present to the dean, and he had stayed up late with her because she had stupidly confided to him that she was worried about falling asleep.
“Wake up, Velvet.”
“I wasn’t sleeping.” But actually, she had been.
“Of course you were. Focus on me, Velvet. Focus on my voice and if you are really feeling sleepy, focus on my long hard cock going into your beautiful sweet mouth. If I have your mouth stuffed with my cock, you wouldn’t be able to sleep, would you? You’d be too busy sucking.”
“You are so fucking obsessed with sex!” But his trick had worked, and she hadn’t been able to sleep because she had then been too busy trying not to think of her going down on him.
She remembered the time she had been suffering from a bad case of migraine. The pain had been so great she had been forced to take a day off.
“You sound like you are dying, dammit. Let me send a doctor to you.”
“Too tired. Argue. Please.”
“I can’t just do nothing when you’re clearly about to die!”
“Not. Dying. Asshole.”
Mykolas had laughed, but the sound had been shaky, making Velvet realize even in her weakened state that the Greek billionaire really was worried about her. “Will be. Okay.”
“Tell me what to do. Anything.”
Eyes still squeezed shut at the pain, body curled in a ball, she whispered without thinking, “Sing.”
“The fuck?”
“Sing...Taylor Swift.”
“I’m going to put the phone down now.”
She didn’t say anything.
A few moments later, “Are you fucking serious?”
“Please.”
“God. Damn. You.”
Vaguely, she heard Mykolas’ fingers tapping on his device.
“If you tell this to any living soul, I’ll strangle you. No, better yet, I’ll fuck you in front of the entire school and you will never find a job as a teacher again.”
Somehow, she had found the strength to smile. “Because you’re. An asshole. Two. Taylor. Swift. Songs.”
“God. Damn. You.”
But Mykolas had ended up singing three Taylor Swift songs that night.
“Velvet?”
Mykolas’ low frantic voice had Velvet crashing back to the present. Mykolas was cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Answer me, Velvet! Are you all right?”
Oh God.
She was in love with him.
Velvet looked at Mykolas and wanted to burst into tears. How could she be so stupid as to fall in love with a Greek billionaire? Hadn’t she learned anything from Mairi? Her friend had also fallen for one, and now she didn’t even have a job, and everyone thought she was Damen’s mistress.
She made herself look into Mykolas’ eyes. His eyes...those eyes...she wanted to drown in those—-
Velvet almost groaned.
Oh my God, had she just thought she wanted to drown in his fucking eyes?
“VELVET!”
She stammered, “I’m okay.”
Mykolas scowled. “Something’s not right. Why did you fall?”
I fell because I love—-
Velvet clamped her mouth shut.
His scowled darkened. “You are worrying me—-”
She shook her head. “No. I’m okay. I...I l...” I can’t say that! Oh my God, what’s happening to me? Why can’t I stop thinking about how much I love him?
“You l...what?”
“L...L...” Dammit, if he kept asking her, she would likely slip up and blurt out that she loved him. She loved Mykolas Sallis, the Greek billionaire who thought everyone could be bought. Riiiight. She could totally see that going down well with him.
“What?”
“L...let’s fuck!” Before she or Mykolas could say another word, Velvet threw her arms around him and covered his lips with hers.
Chapter Six
One moment, they were talking. The next, Velvet was tackling Mykolas to the floor and practically trying to rape him. That was normally a good thing, but it was also quite sudden, leaving him bemused and aroused at the same time.
“What the fuck’s gotten into you?” Mykolas demanded as he finally managed to wean Velvet off him.
She had a mulish, desperate expression on her face. “No more talking. Let’s just fuck. Please?”
“We’ll fuck in a moment. You’re crazy to think we won’t be doing it. But tell me—-”
Tell me.
Those words terrified her. She didn’t want to tell him anything. Discovering her feelings for him had turned her into such an emotional wreck, she was afraid she would end up blurting out her love if they talked some more.
“Mykolas, no more talking. Let’s just fuck. Please?” And so he wouldn’t argue, she reached behind her to unknot her bikini.
His eyes widened. “Are you insane?” he hissed. “A photographer could be watching us from anywhere! Do you want your topless photo showing up on the Internet tomorrow?” But Velvet didn’t show any signs of stopping. With a curse, Mykolas swiftly scooped her up in his arms just before her bikini top fell off her body. His arms tightened around her the same time she pressed herself against him, her soft bare breasts flattened against his chest.
A shudder ran through him as he carried her back down to the stateroom. Dio! That was a close call. No fucking way would he ever let any photographer see her naked! He looked down at Velvet in consternation. “What’s gotten into you?”
She hid her face in the space between his shoulder and neck. “Nothing.” Feeling him sigh in exasperation, knowing that he likely wouldn’t stop asking her until she gave him a plausible explanation, Velvet made her move the moment they entered the stateroom and she felt him lowering her to the bed. As quickly as she could, she wriggled out of her bikini bottom and threw it to the floor.
Mykolas gaped. “What the fuck?”
Velvet whispered, “Don’t make me beg.”
He was out of his board shorts in no time and lying on top of her.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Mykolas’ hard body trembled at the kiss, the sensation magnified by the way her breasts brushed against his chest and her long silky legs snaked around his. “You’re a virgin, dammit,” he muttered even as he couldn’t help kissing his way down to her neck, sucking the very same spot he had left a mark on at the museum.
“You should be wanting me to take this gently.”
Velvet’s eyes had fallen close. “No. I don’t want gentle.” It was true. She wanted everything hard, fast, and mind-blowing so that she wouldn’t ever have a free second to think of what this would do to her. She loved him so much. And if they made love, she knew she would love him forever. It was such a stupid risk to take, but she couldn’t help it.
As his lips continued to trail down, Velvet surrendered herself completely to Mykolas’ command. She only allowed herself to feel, and feel she did, moaning as he lovingly kneaded her breasts before sucking on her nipples one at a time. He sucked them so long and so hard she couldn’t stop moaning and writhing under his body, couldn’t stop sinking her fingers into his hair so she could push his head closer to her breast and make him suck harder.
She moaned long and hard when she felt his hands moving, parting her pussy the way he had taught her so long ago. He stroked her, and oh God, but it was a thousand times better than the best orgasm she had when touching
herself.
These were Mykolas’ fingers touching her folds and thrusting into her pussy. She no longer had to imagine them, and the realization that her sensual dreams of Mykolas possessing her had finally come true pushed her to the brink of release.
“Mykolas,” she gasped, body arching, hips moving to meet his fingers’ thrusts. “I think I’m gonna come—-”
“Then come, agape mou.” And to make her come, he moved down so he could suck on her clit while fucking her with his fingers.
She screamed, and she was still screaming, her body shaking at the tremors of her orgasm when she felt him settling on top of her. Her dazed eyes opened, meeting his the same moment he nudged her legs wide open with his knees.
And then he was pushing inside her.
“Oh...God...” She couldn’t believe how big he was.
Mykolas’ face was filled with strain, and his teeth were clenched tight as he told her with harsh regret, “This will hurt, Velvet.”
She swallowed. “I don’t mind.” And she didn’t. Because she loved him, and there was no one else she wanted to give herself to.
Mykolas kept his body under rigid control as he pushed his cock further in, bit by bit, doing his best to give Velvet time to get used to his size. But soon, he felt the head of his cock meeting the barrier of her virginity and he knew there was no longer any way to be gentle.
“I’m sorry.”
It was her only warning before Mykolas’ cock broke past her hymen.
She gasped, her face whitening with pain at his possession. She had been prepared for it to hurt, but not that much. And he was not even done. Velvet’s lips parted open in shock, her gaze flying to his face in sheer disbelief as she felt Mykolas continue to push his cock further and further in. Oh my God, how long was he again? Oh my God, if someone measured her from front to back, would she be almost one foot long?
“Just a little more,” Mykolas gritted out.
Velvet looked at him in panic. “I don’t think there’s any space left.”
His hands slid under her body and, gripping her buttocks, he moved her at an angle that allowed him to push his cock fully inside her.
Velvet felt faint. So, so full. Oh my God, she had never imagined she could feel this full with...cock. With Mykolas’ cock.
Mykolas gazed down at her. “Does it still hurt?”
She said baldly, “Yes.”
Her tone would have made him smile if only he wasn’t in such pain himself. Everything in him demanded that he move. She felt so fucking good, so unbelievably tight, that his body was trembling at the effort it took to keep himself still.
“Are you sure it still hurts?”
Again, her panicky gaze flew to him and her nails dug into his shoulders. “If you move, I’ll kill you.”
“Says the one who practically raped me,” he managed to tease.
She glared at him. “Move. Kill.”
More unbearably agonizing moments passed.
“Still hurts?”
“Move. Kill.”
He clenched his teeth harder. Goddammit, this would go on forever if he didn’t do something.
Velvet squeaked when she felt Mykolas starting to move. Even the tiniest move of his cock inside her made Velvet feel raw, and she couldn’t prevent a lone tear from slipping down her face.
He saw it, of course. “I’m sorry,” he said tautly. “I’ll make it better.” He slid his hand between their bodies.
“You can’t—-”
Mykolas kissed her, swallowing the rest of her words with his mouth the same time he started to tease her clit back to life. He kissed her tenderly, passionately while keeping his strokes on her clit just fast enough to make her hot and wet. He kept kissing her even as he could feel her inner muscles relaxing, wetness slowly flooding back into her passages, and Mykolas could have groaned with sheer relief when he finally felt her legs fall wide open the same time her hips started to move.
He lifted his head. “Now,” he whispered, “I can fuck you.”
Before she could think of what to say to that, he was already being true to his word. He fucked her long and slow at first, and when she was gasping and writhing under him, that was when he thrust faster and harder into her, pounding into Velvet’s pussy again and again. He pounded into her so hard she could see stars and God, she wanted more of those stars.
“More,” she begged, feeling like she could never get enough of Mykolas’ cock. She clung to him tightly, trying to meet every thrust. Her hands moved down, gripping his smooth hard buttocks, and her nails dug deep into the skin, urging him to take her as deeply as he could.
Mykolas groaned at the feel of her hands on his body. “You want it harder?” he rasped just before pulling out almost completely and then slamming back inside her, sinking his cock to the hilt. He did this again and again, and each time Velvet would scream his name, the sound of her pleasure working better than any aphrodisiac and making him fuck her harder with his every thrust.
She raked her nails across his back, her head tossing left and right as she could feel her body twisting inside, getting ready for an orgasm that was sure to make her pass out. “Mykolas...” The words I love you burned inside her throat, but knowing she couldn’t say it, she pulled him closer to her instead and sank her teeth into his shoulder hard.
The pain and pleasure from her unexpected bite had Mykolas gasping, his back arching as his orgasm came out of nowhere. “Fuck!” His movements became frenzied, and even as he started coming he had the presence of mind to take Velvet with him. Inserting his hand between their bodies, he easily found her clit and gave it a hard little twist that had Velvet abruptly coming with a gasp, her eyes rolling back at the sheer strength of her release.
When she woke up, her first thought was that she had to leave. It was Sunday, and all teachers of GAYL were expected to be back in their dorms tonight. She had no choice but to leave...Mykolas.
Mykolas was lying on his side, head propped on one arm. She found him gazing at her steadily when she slowly opened her eyes. Again, the words I love you burned inside her, but she knew she shouldn’t say it.
“Good morning, agape mou.” Idly, he stroked her cheek, mesmerized by its soft pale beauty. He had been awake for quite some time, and every second of it he had spent merely watching her. He knew without a doubt that he could never let her go. He had known it earlier, the first time he had a taste of her. But now, the earth-shattering experience of his possession of her body had cemented the truth.
She was his, but it had to be on his terms. They had to do this right, with no false expectations. Everyone had a price. Even his mother, his beautiful gay mother who he had once thought the world of, had eventually sold eight-year-old Mykolas to his grandfather when life became too hard and she realized that she loved being rich more than she loved her own son.
“Good morning.” Velvet found herself captivated by the look in Mykolas’ eyes. Oh...damn. She wanted to drown in his gaze again. This was fast becoming a really bad habit. She had to ask Mairi if there was a cure for obsession with Greek billionaires. Then again, Mairi was Mairi – the only thing she probably had was a potion to stay in love with Greek billionaires, no matter if they acted like the greatest bastards on earth.
“I have a question for you...” He brought her hand to his lips, and kissing it, he said softly, “I want you to be my wife.”
Velvet’s eyes widened. She couldn’t believe Mykolas Sallis was asking her to be his wife. Did it mean that he felt it, too? Did it mean he had also fallen in love with her even before they had seen each other? But before she could answer, he was talking again.
“So tell me. What is the price for your hand in marriage?”
And just like that, her heart crashed. A part of her ached to tell Mykolas that her love had no price. That it was his for the taking and would forever be his. But she knew...it was not time yet. She needed time to convince him that love need not have a price, but for that to happen, she had to lie.
Quietly, she gave him a price.
Chapter Seven
“A gold-digger, you say?” Mykolas drawled over the phone to his father hours later. He was seated at one of the bar stools while admiring the way Velvet’s hips swayed as she moved about the yacht’s tiny kitchen. She had insisted on preparing them brunch. She had also warned him she had no domestic skills at all, but since he was about to be her husband, Mykolas was expected to eat everything to the last crumb and tell her she was the most fantastic cook in the world – even if she was not.
Pausing in her careful slicing of prosciutto, Velvet made a face at Mykolas’ words. After accepting his business proposal and giving him a few conditions of her own, he had given her a little bit of his background, his wry tone hiding a wealth of emotions when he spoke of his father.
‘You can look up the sordid details online. But it all boils down to the same thing – he’s a billionaire who cares too much about himself. But he did teach me a good lesson, and that is it’s better to expect less from everyone so they do not end up disappointing you.”
And considering that line of thought, Velvet supposed she couldn’t blame Mykolas’ father for thinking she was a gold-digger. After all, no one had heard of her and here she was, suddenly engaged to Mykolas Sallis – and their marriage set one week from today.
Grinning at Velvet’s look, he cut off his father’s furious tirade – which consisted mostly of dire warnings about getting fleeced of half of his wealth – he said, “We have an iron-clad prenup, Papa. You have no need to worry. She may be my wife in name, but it is only so I can buy her as my permanent sex slave.”
Velvet picked up a piece of cucumber and launched it at his face with perfect aim. Unfortunately, Mykolas also had perfect aim and he caught the cucumber handily and munched on it instead. Asshole, Velvet thought, but if she was honest, she was thinking of him more fondly than irritably. He very well knew that the amount she had asked was beyond reasonable. What was a hundred grand to him when he had billions?
And if he finds out that the hundred grand is to start a non-profit foundation, her busybody inner voice demanded. What then?