by Selena Kitt
When Damen released Mairi, her gaze was still a little bemused. And when he smiled down at her, she smiled back dazedly. “Hi.”
He laughed. “Somehow I knew you would say that.” Not wanting to let her go completely, Damen kept an arm around her waist while lowering the cup on the table. Afterwards, he swept her up in his arms.
She gasped. “Damen!”
He mock-gasped in return. “Mairi.”
She swallowed.
He slowly shook his head.
Mairi blinked at the disapproving twist of Damen’s lips. “What did I do?”
“You swallowed,” he said seriously. “And this time I can’t let that one go. This time, you will swallow something else.”
She was still choking by the time he had carried her all the way up to the master’s bedroom on the second floor. And instead of gently laying her down on the bed, Damen surprised her once more by tossing her in the middle of it instead. She laughed as she bounced on it and she shrieked and giggled when he came diving after her.
This playful side of Damen Leventis was not something she had expected to see, but she loved it. She loved it so much because she had a really good feeling that Damen did not reveal this side of him to just anyone.
Again, he made swift work of her clothes but this time Mairi did her best to undress him as well. Her fingers fumbled a lot of times but by the time he had her completely bare, she had at least succeeded in getting his shirt off.
He started to take off his belt and pants, but she shook her head. “Let me.”
She had a cute look of perseverance on her face, looking at his lower half like it was a Sudoku puzzle for her to solve. It was a very sexy look, dammit, and it took extraordinary control for Damen to let go and allow Mairi to take over.
When she finally managed to wrestle his pants off, she immediately tossed it off the bed. She looked back at Damen, but her smile faded at the sight of his burgeoning cock under his boxers.
Oh dear.
She had somehow managed to forget that he was not exactly lacking in size.
“Mairi?” She was paler than usual for some reason.
She managed a weak smile. “That…umm…” Her gaze went back to his boxers, which was stretched tautly across his hips and thighs. “You’re…umm…”
“Say what you want to say, Mairi.”
“Well…” She coughed delicately before mumbling in Latin.
He demanded, “What do you mean you’re a virgin?”
She cried out, “How can you speak Latin?”
Damen stared hard at Mairi, wondering what the fuck it meant if she was indeed a virgin like she had just said she was. From thinking he had everything planned and under his control, Damen suddenly felt like he didn’t know a goddamn thing. If Mairi was a virgin, if she was not a gold digger…
Just because she was untouched did not mean she was entirely innocent, a snide voice intruded in his mind. Mairi could just be a lot smarter than most other women, biding her time and making sure she offered her virginity to the man who could offer the highest possible bid.
Mairi covered herself when Damen only continued to look at her, his gaze cold.
The hurt on her face made Damen curse silently. “I’m sorry,” he said roughly, pulling her into his arms. When Mairi remained stiff against him, Damen found himself pressing a kiss to her hair – a first for him, actually, since he did not do tender gestures as a rule.
Slowly, she relaxed against Damen. “I thought you’d be pleased I was a virgin,” she admitted, determined to be honest even though she was more than a little confused and hurt. In all the stories she had read, the Greek billionaire hero was supposed to be happy about his woman being a virgin. So why was Damen Leventis different?
Damen could not believe Mairi had said such words. It was as if she truly was admitting that she had deliberately kept herself pure, waiting until a man wealthy enough for her tastes would take it – for the right price.
Could she be that calculating?
But then – hadn’t his mother been just as calculating?
“I am pleased.” He paused and when he resumed speaking, his voice had hardened. “But it will only make me more possessive towards you, Mairi. Do you understand what that means?”
Her heart beat madly. Yes, she knew. It meant he was basically telling her he loved her, but like the Greek billionaires in her favorite stories, he just had some weird hang-up from his past he needed to get over. And when he did, he would realize he was in love with her---
The truth dawned on her.
Oh dear.
He would realize he was in love with her, just like she was just realizing now she had fallen in love with him…at first sight.
When she didn’t answer, he looked down at her and demanded, “Mairi?”
She smiled up at Damen, still a little overwhelmed at the realization that insta-love was indeed real. It shouldn’t be real. It didn’t make sense. But it had happened, just like it did in her favorite books, and it had happened to her.
His gaze narrowed. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
She swallowed.
Damen stiffened. “You know what I told you about---”
Deliberately, she swallowed again.
This time, his voice came out harsh. “Do you fucking know how you’re pushing me so close to my limits? That I’m this close to---”
Mairi cupped his face.
And then she swallowed again.
Fuck it. Fuck everything. Fuck all the sensible thoughts in his head.
In a few seconds, he had his boxers off and Mairi was on her knees, looking down at his cock, which was jutting proudly and demanding her attention.
“Have you ever done this before?”
She shook her head.
Her answer had him nearly pre-ejaculating. His voice a little hoarse now, he said, “We’ll take it slow and easy then.”
“But I want to please you.”
“You will,” he promised, and nearly jerked off the bed as she suddenly held his cock in her hands.
“I’ve read a lot about this, though,” Mairi confessed as she started to stroke him while her other hand caressed his balls.
As she became more confident with her hold, her strokes becoming bolder, fingers tightening around his cock, Damen gritted out, “I can say that you’re reading the right books.”
She couldn’t help smiling at his words.
He caught her smile, which somehow made her touch even more erotic. “Was it the Kama Sutra?”
Mairi shook her head. “Nothing like that. It was…fiction.”
He raised a brow. “Let me guess. Fifty Shades?”
She shook her head again, her smile becoming even more secretive and a hell of a lot sexier. “Nothing like that.”
Before he could make another guess, she had taken a deep breath and then slowly but determinedly took his cock into her mouth.
Fuck.
So fucking good.
The best fucking blowjob of his life.
“You’re too good at this,” he groaned, his fingers digging into her hair.
She did not answer, her mouth working his cock like a pro even though he knew she wasn’t. But she was good – all raw talent, and Damen could only imagine how much better Mairi would be under his own tutelage.
He looked down and their eyes met.
She smiled at him, and the sight of her beautiful pink lips curving around his cock made his entire body shudder. And then she was sucking him hard, her teeth scraping deliciously against the rigid throbbing veins, her tongue licking the slit on the head of his cock---
“Enough,” he said harshly, feeling like he was about to explode.
Mairi gasped when he suddenly pulled out of her mouth, the popping sound making her blink and then blush because it was too intimate and erotic. She caught sight of Damen’s face, the glitter of desire in his eyes making her gasp.
“Damen!” She couldn’t help whispering his name.
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bsp; Damen’s fingers were shaking as he took out one of the condoms from the bedside drawer. She said his name again, this time in a moan, and the sound of it caused him to struggle with sheathing himself.
In a moment, he was back with her on the bed, with Damen’s powerful form on top of hers. His hand slipped between their bodies, teasing her already wet folds. It surprised her, how wet she had gotten just by loving his cock with her mouth. She whimpered when his one – two – fingers penetrated her pussy.
The foreign sensation of fullness between her legs made her moan and sigh, her body tossing and turning under him.
Every little wriggle Mairi did only inflamed his senses. Unable to help it, he dipped down to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and matching the rhythm of his fingers. He kept the thrusts steady, deepening his possession with every instance he dipped his fingers back into her warmth, making sure to prepare her for the entry of his cock.
“Damen.”
The way she moaned his name told him she was finally ready and he reluctantly released her nipple as he straightened over her. He pulled his fingers out of her, making her cry out.
“I’ll give you something better in a second,” he promised hoarsely as he held his cock and guided it towards the moist entry of her core. Damen rubbed the head of his cock against the folds, pushing it in slowly, inch by inch.
Her next moan was his cue and without any warning he slid inside, pushing his cock deep inside Mairi until he felt her barrier giving in. She was indescribably tight, the sensation like nothing he had ever experienced. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead as he leaned heavily on his arms, making sure he did not push harder into her while Mairi’s body adjusted to having him inside her.
There were no words to perfectly describe the way it felt to have Damen inside her, his cock pulsing like a force of its own between her legs. She could feel him trembling on top of her, doing his best not to move.
“How do you feel?” His voice was tight.
Mairi bit her lip and instead of answering, she tried moving her hips under him slowly. Damen automatically adjusted, his cock withdrawing then slipping back in a few inches.
She gasped.
He stiffened. “Does it hurt?”
Mairi shook her head. “No.” She lifted her head, looking at him with eyes cloudy with need for him. “It was…” Her voice was filled with wonder as her hands slowly moved to clutch his shoulders. “It felt wonderful.”
Her words giving him encouragement, Damen tried moving again, this time withdrawing halfway before sinking back in leisurely. As he did, her inner muscles tightened around his cock like a seductive vise and Damen groaned as a wave of lust washed over his body.
Mairi’s legs wrapped around his hips. “Damen?”
“Yes,” he growled, knowing what Mairi needed. He began to move then, using slow but steady strokes at the beginning. When she began to whimper, her nails digging into his back, Damen moved faster, hips pumping hard as his cock plowed into her again and again, like a honey pot he could never stop dipping into.
Her moist warmth enveloped his cock in a pool of pleasure, intensifying his craving for her delectable body. Gripping her hair, he pulled her head up so their lips could meet. He kissed her, tongue thrusting in the same time his cock pistoned back into her pussy.
She moaned against Damen’s lips, her arms curling around his neck. She held on to him as he rammed into her, her body molding to him as it strained to take more and more of his cock. Every thrust sent her reeling and gasping, his engorged cock making her feel so unbelievably filled by him that everything in the world but Damen simply melted away.
Her head fell against the pillows when he released her mouth and as he thrust harder and faster into her, Mairi could only whisper his name again and again.
The sounds were pitched higher now, more like keening, and it told Damen that Mairi’s orgasm was fast approaching. Cupping her buttocks with one hand, he lifted her up so she could meet his thrusts head on.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Dizzy with pleasure, Mairi took more than a moment before she could do as he said. His beautiful face was taut with desire and a deep unquenchable passion glittered in his gaze.
“I want to see your face as I make you climax.” He started flicking her clitoris and he was immediately gifted with Mairi’s involuntary shudder just as a moan erupted from her.
Oh, those fingers of his were creating such havoc on her senses. Her hips started to shake and so did her legs, and it was all she could do not to lose control and just fly.
“Do you understand what I need you to do, Mairi?”
“Yes.” She sobbed the word out, mindless with need, her hips moving up instinctively now to meet his every thrust.
“Then do it. Give it to me!” He pinched her clitoris as he sank the entire length of his cock into her, pushing as hard as he could that it was almost as if he had brushed against her very womb.
Mairi screamed, her gaze locked with his as a form of pleasure so dazzling took over her entire world. Her body trembled violently at the strength of her orgasm, and moments later she dimly heard Damen shout. His body jerked above her as he came, and his thrusts took on a feral quality, triggering a second wave of pleasure inside her.
Euphoria, heavy and satisfying, settled on him as the last of his come spilled into the condom sheathing his cock. Damen pulled out carefully and a dark primitive sense of triumph filled him when he saw the faint marks of blood on Mairi’s inner thighs. She had been a virgin, and now she was his, with her body knowing only his touch and no other man’s. And if Damen had his way, it would stay like that until their passion ran its course.
He looked down at Mairi, whose eyes had drifted shut, her face peaceful as she slowly slipped into an exhausted slumber. He touched her lips and she sighed. “I love you,” Mairi mumbled without opening her eyes.
Damen snatched his fingers away, the tender light in his eyes dying at her words.
Even in her sleep, she still lied.
Love did not exist, and the sooner he could make her realize that she would never fool him into believing it, the better it would be for both of them.
Lesson 7
To catch a Greek billionaire, you must be prepared to fight for him.
He said: With other women you mean?
She said: No, with their mothers.
Mairi woke in Damen’s arms, her body cushioned against his naked chest while they were both snuggled under the covers. When their eyes met, she opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it.
“Hi.”
She choked on her laughter. “Hi.”
He answered with a devastating smile but didn’t say anything else, content to simply gaze at her as he stroked her hair and caressed her cheek, his fingers occasionally drifting down to draw lazy shapes on the upper swell of her breasts.
She said slowly, “I love you, you know.”
He nodded. “I know.”
Mairi tried not to roll her eyes. Sometimes, he really was too much like the Greek billionaires she read about, the way he kept himself in a state of denial about his feelings for her. She was about to ask him if someone had hurt him in the past, but something interrupted her.
Damen’s fingers stilled.
And then---
There it was again.
Her stomach – growling.
“I’m going to call for room service.”
She caught his arm just before he could start dialing. “There’s no need,” Mairi told him. “I can prepare something for myself as long as the kitchen’s fully stocked.”
“It is.”
She beamed. “Good.” She gently pulled away from Damen. “Would you like me to prepare something for you, too? Maybe a sandwich or salad?”
“Sandwich, I suppose.” He looked at her blandly even as his eyes gleamed wickedly. “I developed an appetite after fucking---”
Mairi nearly stumbled out of the bed in her haste to get away. “I’ll
go get the sandwich now.” Dirty talk while making love, she could handle. But dirty talk when they were not making love still easily made her blush.
Slipping into Damen’s shirt after asking for his permission, Mairi rushed downstairs and found the entire floor empty. After playing with several light switches, she finally found the right combination that would light her way to the kitchen.
The doorbell for the main entrance started to ring by the time she finished slicing some bread and cheese. Walking towards it, she tiptoed to look through the peephole and saw a glamorous older woman waiting impatiently outside. She recognized the face immediately. Unlike her son, Esther Leventis was frequently photographed for the society pages.
Mairi’s fingers hovered over the doorknob – should she open the door herself or get Damen to do it? But what if Esther found out that Mairi had made her wait?
The doorbell rang again, making Mairi jump. Oh drat. Here goes nothing, Mairi thought, taking several deep breaths before reaching out to open the door and then hiding immediately behind it. She tried her best to flatten herself against the wall as she heard the sharp clicking of stilettos on the marbled floor.
“Damen?” The voice had a very strong Greek accent with an imperious tone to it. This was a woman who sounded like she was better suited dressed in Spandex and leather than silks and furs.
The door swung shut, leaving her completely exposed. Shiiii---
Esther Leventis spun around at the sound and immediately saw the young woman positioned against the wall like a scarecrow. In seconds, she zeroed in on several key facts about the stranger in her son’s villa.
She looked exactly the type to attract Damen, she was obviously young, gauche, and innocent, and most importantly, the fact that she was wearing a man’s shirt meant she had just come from Damen’s bed.
Slut, Esther thought with a lift of her chin.
Mairi felt like shrinking to nothing at the way Damen’s mother gazed at her. She opened her mouth to say something in her defense, but what could she say? Greek mothers were either terribly protective or possessive of their sons. Either way, things just did not look good for her.