by Pamela Ann
Shaking his head, his eyes dropped low, glittering before the low V-drop of my dress as he stared wildly at my showcased cleavage that were dusted off with some illuminating powder. “Not yet…I’m not ready by a long shot.”
I knew that deep timber voice too well and we surely couldn’t afford to do what he’s already imagining in his wicked head. “You better not—” I warned him, patting his cheek a couple times before arching my brow at him. “We don’t have time for that. Besides, I worked too hard to look too hot to resist for you…so let me savor it all night. Please?”
“This is going to be torture…you better make it worth my while once I have you all to myself tonight, yineka mou—I’m warning you—this man won’t be gentle tonight, guaranteed.”
My passionate monster. “I don’t expect you to,” I whispered as I leaned over against his ear before he wrapped his arms around me like gridlock.
“Mmm I love coming home to you,” he sexily grumbled before I felt both of his hands cupped my butt before giving it a good tight squeeze. “This dress is fatal cause I already want to kill that tight cunt of yours.”
Too much sex talk, I helplessly thought. “If you keep going this way, I might not forgive you if you ruin this outfit before I get to enjoy you suffer a little. You need some hefty dose of delayed gratification, Mr. Kosta.”
He made a deep wicked laugh that went straight to my quivering pussy. “My, my…you really get me worked up love. Okay. Let’s have it your way…” His wicked finger grazed the inner smoothness of my thighs before his eyes widened when he found out I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Bloody Hell—let me fuck you even for a little bit…I won’t even come. I just want to feel your cunt grip me for a few seconds.”
“Delayed gratification remember?” I snickered, patting his chest. “Now, why don’t you be a good boy, get ready and take this gorgeousness out to dinner so you can flaunt me a little, how about it Torque?”
He released a defeated sigh. “On it woman,” he uttered before giving my bottom a hard spanking. “Now get this glorious arse that I have yet to visit tonight downstairs and enjoy a glass of champagne while you wait for your Greek God. Because if you stay in this bedroom with this raging cock of mine, I won’t be blamed if my Neanderthal side comes out while I have you splayed wide open on that big bed we have while I fuck you in deep long strokes.”
Rolling my eyes, I darted out of there in a heartbeat, surely not wanting him to indulge in one his wicked fantasies. Trust me, the guy had many…but as much as I wanted to love to have some fun and games with role plays, I meant it when I want us to be seen in public. We both need to appear united and very much together.
It wasn’t anything major but it was a good start. And even though it’s little steps, as long as we’re both progressing towards the same goal, the same destination, it should suffice.
Chapter 20
Lindsey
Almost an hour later, I found myself sitting across him in a small cozy restaurant that overlooked the beautiful sea. My eyes were busy gathering the surroundings with its rustic charm and feeling that I adored greatly. He, on the other hand, was rather too caught up gazing at me, as if he couldn’t get enough of taking me in those fathomless eyes of his.
It was rather too overwhelming that even the nice man who clearly owned the place made a comment that I was lucky to have a man who was crazy in love with me. Thanking with a smile, I rolled my eyes when he left, making a joke out of it. “Crazy you might be…but crazy in love? That’s still out to be decided.”
“Your hair and that face of yours should be abolished…my cock hasn’t stopped throbbing since I saw you like this,” he said as though as if he didn’t hear me say a thing. His indecency could seriously take a back seat for the time being.
“Dimi!” I shushed him, throwing him a warning look. “We’re dining out. Please fucking behave!”
He was unfazed by my reaction. “Behave? You’re sitting across me, looking way better than desert and donning no panties on—and you ask for me to behave? You should’ve thought better than tease me this way…you know I become an animal when it comes to you, yineka mou…” His voice hadn’t toned downed, making me blush crimson.
“Shh—just shush it!” I was biting my lip, looking around, hoping that no one heard him say it. Even though we were secluded in a small area with privacy, one could never be too sure if someone could eavesdrop in our conversation. Most especially since the media seemed to have found out that I’m back.
“I could still taste you on my lips…” As if to show me how much he hungered for me, he stuck out the tip of his tongue, licking his bottom lip as he pinned me with those glowy tantalizing depths of his. He was smoldering before me and I had so shift in my seat because I was getting excited from the dark sexy heat he radiated that my pussy started to seep out moisture, and with no underwear to speak of, it made it rather more sensitized and in dire need of assistance. “How’s your pussy doing love? A little wet is it?”
Shaking my head, I cleared my throat, trying in earnest to control myself and its urges. “No…of course not. Don’t be absurd. We’re here for dinner not sex.”
“You’re thinking it as much as I do,” he effortlessly said, “I can see it in your eyes. You crave the feeling of me in between your legs…helplessly taking over you…dominating you. You like most especially when I fuck you good while adding a little sting of pain—that gets you really worked up, making your cunt really wet, begging for more.”
I focused my eyes on the small scented tea light candle that was in a red Moroccan glass with gilded gold trying my damnedest not to get swayed by the picture he portrayed for me. Needing to change subjects, I thought of other things that might deter him to talk about something else. “So, uh—how did your meeting go earlier?”
He seemed amused. “I see that you want to make this a little sweeter for me…so let’s play your game then we can play mine when I have you all to myself…”
“Are you going to always be this insatiable?” I blurted out of nowhere, carelessly wondering if was what led him to be in Claudine’s bed.
His mood immediately changed from teasing to serious in a speedy second. “I’m a hot-blooded man, of course I am but when it comes to you, I’m zealous to a point where I sometimes cannot control myself. I thought we’ve established that from the very start. Why are you so curious now, yineka mou?”
“It’s just…” I trailed off, finding it hard what to say next.
“It’s just what?” he pressed on, looking rather too critical for my liking. “Did you happen to get to the internet and read all the fabricated stories that are written about me?” he shifted in his seat, as if ready for open discussion. “If you have any lingering question, please don’t hesitate to ask. I’m all yours.”
I wasn’t sure if he was being sarcastic or he was truly being genuine about the whole “open for discussion” offer. “I haven’t had the chance to go online.” I admitted truthfully. It was true, I had never been on it since I got here but he didn’t have to know that I saw the paper in the airport in London.
He solemnly nodded, deep in thought while I couldn’t take my eyes off him because I was too busy noting everything that was going on behind those eyes. He was clearly aggravated, as if he was dying to tell me too, but if I did let him, what happens then? What if things could spiral out of control knowing well enough that we weren’t that strong at the moment. I meant for him to do it…but not anytime soon. When the right time comes, we’d be in much better shape that we were now. But until then, he just have to go through this rigorous process of trying to appease my request of staying mum about the subject.
“I apologize if I sound a little too ungrateful for your love and affection,” he murmured, giving me an diffident look. “I just wish I had the power to make this all disappear. I’ve racked my brain trying to remember a thing but I always come out empty handed. Do you know how confusing that is to me?”
“Maybe you
had way too much alcohol and you barely remember like how Carter did it?” It wasn’t truly enlightening but I have to appear vague and clueless about what had happened. Though he knows that I knew the woman in question was the French clingy ex of his.
He merely shrugged, lost in thought before his phone rung before sighing deeply, telling me that it was his father asking for a favor if he could buy a failing company that was owned by the brother of one of his best friend’s in such a hefty price that he immediately turned down the offer. Excusing himself to take the call, I looked out the view, distracting myself as I wondered how long will it take for the food to come. Dimitris informed me that he had previously gave him the menu he wanted so it should take awhile. The wine that was served a few minutes after we sat down was left untouched. Dimitris usually never went without alcohol during dinner, so him skipping this one meant only one thing. It was either he was leery of drinking after the scandal or it was because he didn’t trust that damn thing in his body because it made him forget the awful things he did.
By the way he sounded and described last night, what little he told me before I stopped him so, it was quite clear that he was rather confused by the whole ordeal, as if he couldn’t believe it either and the questioning doubts he had could easily be seen in those eyes I know so much. But were those missing pieces that relevant when it was blatantly obvious from the pictures what kind of activities they’ve just enjoyed.
Pushing the thought of him rutting in her, my blood was still simmering a little at the nasty images that popped out of my mind when he came back from hearing from his father. I was becoming a master of deceiving myself that things will going to be okay but it was rather obvious from me blurting out a question like that knowing quite well enough that Dimitris will pick up on my mood and that we’d most likely have a serious conversation about it, so best I put my happy face on.
The second he discussed about his father and the rest of his clan, speaking about his cousin expecting their third child and how everyone’s excited about it, I let myself immerse into his world, forgetting mine for a while.
Our dinner turned out rather lovely when he and I covered less tumultuous conversations. It was great to see us charter into a less highly charged territory and into a more friendlier one. It reminded me of our great days, island hopping as he showed me his beloved Greece and its beauty. He was a passionate man and anyone who had the chance to spend time with him even for a few minutes could easily detect that.
After our main course consisting of lamp chops and veal, I was rather stuffed but he insisted we share dessert. So once the array of a dozen or so sweets came out from the kitchen, I hadn’t expected him to propose a toast.
“Here’s to you, my love—my everything. May you and I be blessed for the next upcoming year with great joy and hopefully, less of a drama that this current year has put us through. You’re light in my life and I cannot say enough how much you’ve inspired and motivated me to be become a better man. You’re strength and unending persistence to keep loving me amidst the chaos proves me how much you love me. And I hope, someday, I’ll be worthy of it again. I love you, yineka mou—nothing will ever change that. So thank you for being here, for being the stubborn woman that you are—for simply being this force of a nature that I can’t even tame. You truly fascinate me and I’m honored to be the man standing next to you. Forever I will cherish you…I am yours and you are mine. Forever it’ll remain for as long as I’m alive.”
After raising his champagne flute, I followed suit and took a lengthy sip, feeling even more emotional that I was before we started dinner. It was as if when doubts start to arise, he immediately squashes it one-way or the other.
For the remainder of the night, we spent it with his immediate family at Pappou’s villa. I had never known how it was to be in a loving family and having Elias on my side, cherishing me as if I was already a part of his family, meant too much to me. I loved the feeling of having someone worry for you just because. It was touching to see that Maria and Yannis, Dimitris’s parents, had already warmed to me as if I was still their daughter in law. In their eyes, as Dimitris had told me before, I was still his wife because even though we were divorced, our love continued on and still going strong. Strength to strength, riding the most difficult of waves, remaining as a whole, a unit.
This confirmation tonight merely made me feel afoot and that whatever indecisions and doubts I had before should be addressed. But before I open up these canned worms with Dimi, I have yet one person to see. Only then could I ever wish to say that I could happily carry on with my life.
But as for tonight, I simply wanted to enjoy the warmth of having a great loving family…and for the first time, I felt like I truly belonged with them. It was an alienated feeling but it was one I welcomed with open arms. Gone were the ill feelings I had beforehand, or the notion that someone was out to get me. I felt secured enough to start opening myself, to let them all in and start living again.
It was an amazing feeling that when I got home with Dimi that night, I didn’t want the nonsensical, animalistic sex we both normally indulged ourselves with. Tonight…I wanted to make love to him. For him to show me how much he loved me, showing and giving me a world we both thrived in. The experience was raw and emotionally charged, making love to him as we kissed…as I silently wept with each strokes he thrusted into my willing body, he made me his in every possible way. The intensity of my emotions and the tears made me feel bare and exposed like never before and even though the fright remained in the background, I still let him in—in my heart and in my soul.
Chapter 21
Lindsey
There comes a time in ones life that we prepare ourselves to encounter, and what I ought to do in a few hours time will pave how I will conduct my future with Dimitris.
Getting Claudine’s address wasn’t difficult since her home had been featured several times over in gossip columns. The internet could be such a useful tool if one decided a full career in stalker-ing. I was sure I’d be a top-notch detective if life wouldn’t pan out the way I’d planned it to.
Having to convince one of Dimitris’s people to hand me keys to one of his beloved sports car, the lethal red Ferrari Enzo which was one of his prized babies acquired last year, wasn’t much of a hardship. It seemed that he took it upon himself to bark out orders that I should’ve be given whatever I wished for and if whoever defied that order, should immediately sacked. The older man that I was polishing the cars, who vaguely mentioned that he was Thea’s brother, actually made a joke out of it, winking at me that The Boss was wrapped in my pretty fingers. I had laughed it off then but deep down, my insides were twirling and doing perfect splits, thinking just how much he thought of me and my needs.
Not technically speeding about in Athens since the powerful car was rather too formidable for my own taste…and this was coming from a woman who thrived on the highs of whatever form I could get. I loved fast cars but this one felt like it would zoom into outer space if I stepped on the gas pedal too hard. I swear, it sure felt like it could be used as a teleport or something. So much to my utter dismay, I had to apply caution. A foreign word I barely recognize when it came to yours truly.
Claudine’s residence wasn’t far from Dimitris’s home in another affluent area of Athens. I think I was rather close to her home when my phone started shrilling, distracting me from driving. Upon seeing Dimi’s name flashing at me, I cursed wondering what I should do next? If I choose not to take his call, he might have a team of his buff Greek gods of guards out to search for me, so that might not be such a brilliant move on my part. Reluctantly, I had to slow down and find the nearest curb to park so I could properly take his call without fearing for my life since my driving skills weren’t all that great to begin with.
Silencing the engine, I took a long shaky breath before taking his call. “Hey,” I greeted hoping that I didn’t sound too suspicious.
“What have you been up to, yineka mou?” he murmured on the othe
r end, making me scrunch my face before letting my thumb aimlessly feel that texture of the luxurious feel of the steering wheel.
“Nothing much…really. You know, exploring around and stuff.” It wasn’t truly a full lie, was it? I nervously thought as I perked myself up so that he wouldn’t pick up on my odd sounding behavior. “What’s up babes?”
“Can you meet me in the office, say in forty minutes? Vassilis should be ready to drive you whenever you’re done getting ready.”
Now it was my turn to get suspicious. “Is there something in particular you want to see me for?” My teeth were biting different parts of my bottom lip, trying not to worry about this sudden request to see me, or if it’s simply a coincidence that he called me when I was on my way to confront the French bitch.
“There is…but I won’t disclose it until you get here.”
“Oh.” I bit my lip some more, his response hadn’t eased my doubts. “Well then I suppose I have no choice but to see you cause if you won’t tell me, I might just drive myself insane theorizing…you know me…”