When she fluttered her eyelashes outrageously at him, Mykolas couldn’t help but smile even as he pulled her close to give her a punishingly hard kiss. “I’d rather you not talk about it at all if the alternative is that you’d make me sound like an unfeeling rapist.” He gave her a reprimanding look. “You must stop with the antics.”
“Okay. I promise. No more lies or exaggerations. You can even listen to me make my final call.” And Velvet then dialed her employer’s number to let Rose Thorn know of her decision to marry Mykolas Sallis, stepbrother to one of her students.
She tried to be very professional about it, prepared to work whatever kind of notice Rose needed because she did like her job, but all thoughts of being nice and accommodating fled when Rose started calling her several names.
Velvet started mentally counting sheep.
But then Rose made the mistake of mentioning Mairi.
Mykolas knew the exact moment Velvet lost her composure. She didn’t shout or scowl, but the flash of pain in her eyes told him the other person must have said something that hit her on the raw. In a perfectly sweet voice, Velvet began weaving a tale.
“Thank you for the sermon about my loose morals. It would have been so much more believable if I didn’t know that you’ve also accepted bribes from parents to get students in your oh-so-highly-esteemed school. It would have been so much more believable if I didn’t know for a fact that you want a Greek billionaire for yourself. At least I want mine for the super-hot, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex. You just want one so you can finally stop working...”
Mykolas didn’t know whether to laugh or grimace when Velvet ended with “...and let me tell you this. While you’re having fun with your vibrator, I’m having sex twenty times a day because my fiancé can get it on anytime!”
Chest heaving, Velvet pressed the button to end the call with relish. When she looked back at Mykolas, he raised an eyebrow at her. No more lies or exaggerations, eh?
“It was not an exaggeration. We can do it twenty times, right?”
He just looked at her.
She said defensively, “It’s her fault, really. I hated how she made Mairi sound like a scheming gold-digging bitch when she’s not one at all! Just because she dreamt of marrying a Greek billionaire doesn’t make her a gold-digger!”
He said truthfully, “I’m sure what you say is true but from where I’m standing, that does sound a trifle suspect.”
“You’ll know what I’m saying is true when you get to know Mairi,” Velvet said dismissively, used to everyone’s initial misconceptions of her friend. “And you know,” Velvet added hotly, “she even refused to give Mairi a proper reference—-”
“But she had a right to do so, agape mou,” he pointed out gently. “What Leventis and his new fiancée—-”
“His only fiancée,” she corrected sharply, bristling. She didn’t like the insinuation that her friend was a momentary infatuation and the other Greek billionaire could very well replace Mairi for another woman just as quickly as he had dumped his first fiancée.
She had seen how much Mairi loved Damen. It would be heartbreaking for Velvet if the two were to break up. Especially now, Velvet thought. If those two didn’t make it, then it was like a bad omen for her and Mykolas as well.
“Let’s not argue about them,” Mykolas was saying. “I’d rather we concentrate on our own upcoming marriage.”
His serious tone had her looking up at him. She still felt a little awkward sitting on his lap. It felt too wanton, but Mykolas seemed to consider this as a favorite position for them so Velvet tried to be blasé about it.
“You have seen how people have reacted to our engagement. It won’t get any easier or better when we do marry. Do you think you would be able to handle it?”
Mykolas tried not to hold himself too stiffly as he waited for her answer. His father’s third wife, Chantal, had been unable to. Chantal had been like a second mother to him – the only one of his father’s wives who had truly treated him like a son. But in the end, she had been unable to handle all the snide and backbiting remarks that had gone with the territory of being Mrs. Sallis No.3. When she had left, she never looked back – never attempted to contact him even once, and that had been one of the most painful things Mykolas had ever experienced.
Mykolas’ tension was palpable, and knowing a little of his background now, she had a good guess why he remained wary of her ability to handle their marriage of convenience. Her heart ached as she imagined Mykolas as a young ten-year-old, waiting every day for just one message from Chantal until his father had brusquely told him that none would come since Chantal was too busy having fun spending her divorce money.
“It won’t end like that between us, Mykolas,” she said, swallowing. The fact that he cared this much to make sure she was not another Chantal was proof that he was well on his way to loving her, wasn’t it?
At that moment, her heart was overflowing with so much love for him it was pure torture not to tell him. She tried to find the right words to comfort Mykolas without blurting out her feelings, but none came to mind.
Mykolas was still tense.
Velvet blurted out, “Let...” Let me love you? No way! “Let me...suck your cock!”
Mykolas blinked. He also didn’t know whether to ask if she was delirious or get Velvet on her knees. “Did I truly just hear you say that?”
Her face was completely red now, but damn if she would back down. “I heard from really good authority that, err, blowjobs make very effective therapy.”
He asked dryly, “Have you ever sucked a cock?”
She answered right away, “Since you’re so big, would it matter if I did?”
Since the implied meaning there was that he had the biggest cock in the world, Mykolas felt his lips curve in a smile. “You are very good at flattering a man’s ego.”
“And you talk too much,” she said truthfully while still struggling to get her blushes under control. My God! Couldn’t they just go to the cock-sucking part now so she could forget the fact that she was the one who had so blatantly started this?
A second later, and she learned that she really did have to be careful about what she wished for. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees and Mykolas had adjusted the height of his stool so his cock would be on the same level as her face.
It was her first up-close-and-personal look of his fully erect cock, and it was an impressive sight.
Actually, Velvet thought with a gulp, it was a terrifying sight. Surely her head from front to back didn’t measure a foot long either? What if it hit the back of her throat? Would it then curve downwards?
When she heard Mykolas choking, she realized that she had spoken out loud in her panic. Velvet glared up at him. “It’s a serious worry, you asshole!”
“Would it relieve you to know that women have sucked my cock and survived the experience?”
She paled a little, and her voice was stiff when she asked, “How would you feel if I told you other men had sucked my pussy?”
His face became grim. “I’d feel murderous.” But he got her point. Running a hand through her hair in apology, he said quietly, “I cannot change the past, agape mou. But I will not talk about other women again. Frankly, I have not had any desire to think about anyone but you. It was only your question that caught me unaware.”
“You better be sure about that,” she said gruffly and before she lost her confidence, she just went and did it, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.
The sudden feel of Velvet’s warm moist mouth on his cock had Mykolas groaning out loud. “So fucking good.” His fingers went to her hair, gripping the locks while his thumbs tenderly caressed the sides of her face.
Feeling her struggle to get the right rhythm while taking more of him in, he said grittily, “Relax your throat. Stop thinking about the size of my cock and just focus on sucking.”
Velvet did her best to follow Mykolas’ instructions, and gradually, she felt herself settling into a
rhythm, her tongue instinctively learning how to best stimulate her fiancé’s desire. Her fiancé. The thought was exciting, thrilling, and terrifying, and it had her hot and bothered right away. It fed her desires, making her suck longer and harder on Mykolas’ throbbing cock even as her body became tighter and wetter.
“Yes. That’s it...” The words hissed out of his mouth, the pleasure of Velvet’s sucking driving him nearly out of his mind. Velvet was a proud woman, a strong woman, and the fact that she had initiated this act when he had never even thought of asking it from her made him feel more than satisfied. It made him feel wanted as a man and not as a billionaire.
Soon, he was unable to keep himself from guiding her head to move faster and have her suck him harder. “You need to let go now if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he warned in a growl.
But Velvet wanted him to come in her mouth and so she sucked him harder, holding on to his bare buttocks for balance.
Mykolas cursed, and a second later he was spilling his seed as he fucked her mouth hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat as he came in long strong spurts. He watched in amazement as Velvet did her best to swallow it all, and the way she tried to suck him dry made him groan out loud again.
When he was fully spent, Mykolas dragged her back up, leaning against the wall as he cradled her on his lap. “You are fantastic.”
“Thanks. I guess.” She tried not to show how much she treasured those words, even if it was just about giving good head. Velvet wanted to bang her head on the counter. God, was this what love was all about? Being goo-goo eyed and weak-kneed all the time? Even at this moment, she could not take her eyes off him, her chest squeezing at the way he looked like a sexually sated Greek god, uncaring of the fact that he was fully naked and she was not.
And then he was suddenly on his feet and carrying her back to the stateroom. “You haven’t eaten yet!”
“I’ll eat it for dessert. Your pussy will be my main course for now.” And he gave her no time to argue as in only a few moments, Mykolas already had her naked, on her back, with his face between her legs.
Chapter Eight
The days leading to Velvet’s wedding passed her by like a whirlwind. Everyone who had the chance to ask them why they were marrying so soon did, and she and Mykolas took pleasure in giving different answers.
She’s not letting me have her until I have a ring on her finger, was Mykolas’ answer to one insistent bank owner who had bumped into them when they were out dining in Athens.
I want to get him down the altar before he changes his mind and realize I’m after his money like some other people. This was her answer to the supermodel who had asked her the same question when the three of them had found themselves in the same red carpet event. The supermodel had been one of his ex-flings and unable to hide her envy and loathing. But at Velvet’s pointed barb, the other woman had flounced off in her super small dress and super high heels.
Remembering the distasteful conversation had Velvet sighing. She had a feeling tonight’s party, hosted by one of Mykolas’ business partners in celebration of their wedding the day after tomorrow, would have many of the same incident. Especially since the party was hosted in one of Athens’ most popular nightclubs and half of the guests already appeared quite sloshed.
After talking to another well-wisher, Mykolas turned to his fiancée and saw a frown marring Velvet’s smooth forehead. This did not sit well with him, and he immediately tugged her close and lifted Velvet from her stool and into his lap.
She immediately curled her arms around his neck even as she glared at him and muttered under her breath, “What is with you and having me on your lap?”
If he were truthful with her, Mykolas would have to tell Velvet that he had no idea as well. He had never done this with any other woman. He had actually hated any kind of public display, and his ex-lovers had known that all he would tolerate of them were occasional touches. Perhaps, Mykolas thought, it was because he had instinctively known all those women would be clingy if he had given them the chance.
On the other hand, Velvet was the opposite. She practically bristled every time he had her sitting on his lap in public, and it was precisely because of that reason he liked her close.
Velvet suddenly bit his ear, making him look at her with a raised eyebrow even as his cock rose to attendance.
“You were miles away.” Velvet had to say everything close to his ear. It was either that or shout to be heard over the loud, heart-pumping music played by the club’s DJ. “What were you thinking?”
“Your question.” His words tickled her ear, making Velvet shiver. When he chuckled and pulled her closer, she knew that he had intended her to react that way.
“Asshole.”
Mykolas only smiled. “But I was seriously thinking about it, agape mou.”
“Oh. Have you thought of the answer?”
“Yes.” And he breathed to her ear, “I just like making you mad.”
This time, a full shiver did run through her body, goose bumps popping up all over her skin even as she gaped at his answer. Seriously? Seeing his steady look, Velvet realized Mykolas did mean it, and she said sweetly, “Asshole,” before promptly biting his ear in punishment. Mykolas always warned her not to arouse him in public. It was the greatest distraction, he had told her seriously, and he hated being less than a hundred percent alert when surrounded by people he didn’t trust.
Of course, when he warned her that way, it only made her want to arouse him even more. Sort of like how he wanted her to act like a sex kitten in public even though he knew she sort of hated it, Velvet realized in surprise. The realization that they had the oddest similarities secretly pleased her, enough to make Velvet bite his ear again.
“What the fuck, Velvet?” But the way his cock was rubbing her told Velvet he wasn’t exactly unhappy with what she did.
“I think I want to fuck you now,” she whispered to him.
He looked at her like he wanted to strangle and fuck her at the same time.
She fluttered her lashes at him. “Please?” And then she was laughing. He always moved so fast whenever she was the one to ask for sex first. In seconds, he had her inside the ladies’ room, locked the door, and had her up against the wall.
“Wicked tease.” His voice was a rough sexy growl, lust glinting in his eyes just before he kissed her hard.
“But you like it, don’t you,” she purred breathlessly. He had already freed his cock from his trousers and in the next second, Mykolas had again ripped her panties away, the torn pieces joining her discarded purse on the floor. She pretended to sigh despondently. “Panty Ripper.” But the words were barely out of her mouth before she gasped, his cock sliding home into her already wet pussy.
Mykolas didn’t bother talking, fully focused on fucking Velvet hard. He kept his eyes on her all the time as he shoved his cock in and out of her, loving the way her own eyes became unfocused with desire. He loved those little whimpers she did, knowing she only ever made those sounds for him.
His cock still inside her pussy, he carried her towards the counter and flipping her to her chest, Mykolas bent her halfway so he could enter her from behind. “Hold tight.”
Velvet did as ordered, and thank God she did because this time Mykolas wasn’t holding back. He pounded into her so hard and good she could no longer make a sound. He had turned into a rutting beast, his hands squeezing her breasts hard, and oh God, she couldn’t get enough of it.
Even the slapping sounds of his balls against her thighs was hypnotic, and so were the wet plopping sounds that his cock made each time it shoved into her tight and quivering pussy. Soon, she couldn’t stop gasping, her heart racing, her body tightening and tightening—-
Mykolas gripped one bare cheek hard before reaching under her to pinch her clit. “Come for me, my love.”
My love.
Velvet screamed, Mykolas’ unexpected words triggering her release, and she kept screaming as Mykolas roared her name from
behind, hot sticky come bursting out of his cock and flooding her until they started dripping down her thighs.
She knew of course that ‘my love’ translated to ‘agape mou’ in Greek, and that the latter was a common endearment. But tonight was the first time he had said the words in English, and God, how those words made her feel so...loved.
Inner turmoil had Mykolas stiff. He had a hard time believing he had called Velvet ‘my love’. He hoped she would not read anything in it. The words were an endearment. He repeated this to himself several times as if trying to convince himself. She was a fool to think it was anything other than that. And he would be a greater fool to worry if she did. It was not his problem if she did. What they would have tomorrow was a marriage of convenience – and nothing more than that.
Mykolas was quiet as he cleaned her, wetting his handkerchief to wipe away the come from her still sensitive flesh and her thighs. Seated on the counter, Velvet looked down at Mykolas and said, “It’s okay.”
Slowly, he lifted his head. “What’s okay?”
Her lips twisted. “I’m not the kind to beat around the bush, so I’ll just say it as it is. It’s okay that you said something you might not have meant. I get it, Mykolas.” She forced a smile. “You didn’t mean it when you called me ‘my love’, and it’s cool.”
Mykolas only spoke when he was done cleaning her and was back on his feet. “I never thought I’d say this, but...” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I’d rather you call me an ‘asshole’.”
Velvet blinked, then a laugh escaped her as the tension in the air noticeably lessened. She said obediently, “Asshole. You motherfucking goddamn asshole.”
“That was a little bit more than I asked for, agape mou,” Mykolas asked with a wince as he helped her down the counter.
“Consider it a bonus,” she replied promptly.
She and Mykolas were both quiet as they stepped out, the two of them busy with their thoughts that they were completely oblivious to the line of gaping women queuing to use the ladies’. When they reached their seats by the bar, Mykolas ordered a drink right away. Velvet took her phone out, checking for incoming mail or messages, but it was really to distract herself from the fact that she was a BIG FAT LIAR.
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