by Marian Tee
Their gazes touched.
Even though her body was still shuddering in the aftermath of her release, Willow knew that he was about to possess her. The thought thrilled and frightened her, but more than that she welcomed it because it was fate.
“Take me,” she whispered.
Drawing a sharp breath at the words, Stavros slowly pushed his length inside her quivering pussy. The wetness eased his entry, but it was the tightest little hole, and the pleasure he derived from it made him hiss. “You’re so fucking tight.” Inch by inch, he pushed his cock into her until he felt the barrier of her virginity.
“This is going to hurt.” His voice was harsh with regret.
“I don’t care. Take me.”
“Put your arms around me.” When she started to move, he used the distraction to conquer the last few inches of her womanhood, and his cock broke through the barrier.
Willow screamed. “Motherfucker!”
“Sorry.” But the look of shock on her face had been so comical, he would have laughed if he could. But he couldn’t, not with her pussy so snug, tempting him to move, even if it meant hurting her in the process.
“Motherfucker!” She hurt. She knew it would hurt, but she never thought it would hurt this much. Willow beat his chest with her fist. “Motherfucker.”
“Sorry.” He kissed her lips.
“Motherfucker.”
“The pain will ease soon.” His voice was tight, his face harsh as he struggled to keep himself still even as his cock throbbed insistently inside her body.
“Motherfuc---”
Cutting her off, he asked, “You realize how ironic that is, considering my relationship with my mother?”
His words startled her so much it made her laugh. “Stavros!” She had never imagined he could make a joke about something like that, and she didn’t know whether it was a good sign or it was just another way of distracting her from the pain.
Her laughter had her body shaking, causing both of them to shift and allowing his cock to settle more deeply into her body. At this, Stavros pulled out the slightest bit before pushing back down. It was such a small move, but it felt incredible, and the sensation caused her to gasp.
“Stavros!” This time, it wasn’t about amusement at all. She stared up at him in sheer wonder, unable to believe that a simple act of having him thrust in and out of her could feel---
He had done it again, this time pulling a few inches out before surging back down.
“Stavros.” This time, it came out as a moan the same time her hands moved, gripping his shoulders tightly as if for anchor.
“Does it still hurt?” he demanded hoarsely.
Willow was barely done shaking her head when she heard him groan, “Thank God,” and then he was moving, pulling all the way out before thrusting his cock back all the way in.
She moaned, her eyes rolling back, and after that all she could do was whimper and writhe while Stavros fucked her. Dominated her. Possessed her. He claimed every part of her with every thrust, and as his pace became rougher, harder, faster, she found herself unable to do anything but cling to him and enjoy the ride.
His cock pounded into her, over and over, and when he had her legs around his waist as his mouth latched on her breast, that was when she felt it. Her body tightening in a now-familiar way, her breasts becoming heavy, her breath catching---
“Stavros!” She wanted to tell him that she was near, but she couldn’t seem to find the words to do so.
The way she cried his name out told Stavros she was close, and it spurred him to move faster. He sucked harder on her nipple as he slammed into her, giving it everything he had, his balls slapping against her pussy. His own blood heated, his own body tightening, and he, too, was close.
“Willow!” He roared her name as he could feel his climax approaching.
The sound of her name on his lips was impossibly erotic, her body reacting to the need underlining his tone. Before she knew it, she was already coming, another powerful climax taking over her.
“Stavros!”
Her cry did the same to him, triggering his release, and he rasped her name out one more time just before he thrust balls deep into her. He came inside her, his seed bursting out of his cock and flooding her passages. She clung to him, and their bodies rocked against each other as they came.
When the tiny pleasurable shocks receded, she thought it was all over. But when she slowly opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Stavros gazing down at her. He was on his knees between her legs, and his cock was fully erect in his hand.
Her eyes flew wide open. “S-Stavros?”
He drawled, “You didn’t really think we were done with just one?” Before she could even think of what to say, he was already gently but firmly hauling her up. “A change of position this time, witch.”
In another moment, they had changed positions, Stavros seated on the bed, his back against the headboard, while Willow was straddling his lap.
His gaze taking hers captive, he didn’t allow her to look away as he reached for her pussy. With complete lack of haste, he worked on arousing her again, stroking her folds with slow leisure at the start and when he heard her breath start to quicken, that was when he moved to her clit.
“Stavros.” She couldn’t believe she wanted him again so soon, but it was what she felt, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning towards him as he started playing with her clit. Soon, she was out of her mind once more, sobbing his name out and rubbing herself shamelessly against his body.
“Want to ride me, witch?” A purr into her ear that had her shuddering.
She sobbed, “Yes.”
And so he taught her.
His movements speaking of practiced expertise, Stavros arranged her on top of him. Slowly, he guided her hips down, ensuring her movements were steady as she took his engorged cock inside her body.
“Careful,” he rasped out when she started to move as soon as he was fully seated inside her. “It’s your first time---”
But Willow was proving to be her usual stubborn self. Shaking her head, she told him with a gasp, “I can’t help it.” The feel of having him fill her was addictive, and she knew the only way to keep feeling it was to keep moving.
With her movements fast eroding his control, Stavros sought to slow her down. “Willow, dammit.” He tightened his hold on her hips, but she retaliated by leaning forward, pressing her breasts straight into his face.
Fuck.
“You asked for this.” The warning words came out in a growl just before he devoured one pouting breast. At the same time, he clutched her hips, using it to lift her above his cock and then using it to pull her back down.
Willow screamed.
“Ride me,” he gritted out.
Throwing her arms around Stavros, she did as he commanded again, riding him as best as she could, bouncing up and down his cock even as he continued sucking on her nipple one at a time. Soon, she had completely abandoned herself to him, her head thrown back, her body moving in an instinctive rhythm. Soon, it started again, her body tightening, her pussy quivering.
They came at the same time without having to speak of it, Stavros gritting her name out even as she sobbed out his. He held her to him hard as he came, and the way her pussy ground down against his cock prolonged their orgasm.
When she opened her eyes, she was curled in his lap, his cock still inside her. She saw him looking at her that way and she shook her head. “No.” It wasn’t possible.
Stavros’ smile was ruthless. “Take me, you said,” he mocked. “I’m only doing what you asked.”
And it started all over again, Stavros wrecking her over and over with the most exquisite and agonizing pleasure. He took her in just about every position. She was on all fours, and he took her from behind. She was on her back, and he took her with her legs dangling over his shoulders. He took her in front of the mirror, Willow helpless in his arms, her back against his as she watched their reflections, the sight of his
cock shoving in and out of her body making her sob in uninhibited need.
He made love to her until dawn, and when it was all over, Stavros drying her limp and wet body after sex in the shower and a luxurious bath, she looked up at him and she knew she would never ever love any man but him.
“Stavros?” She wanted to tell him she loved him, the way Edith should have loved him, but when he looked at her, his eyes inscrutable, his body tense, that was when she also knew.
This night didn’t change a thing.
If she spoke the words, he would leave.
And how could she blame him when the two people in the world who should have meant those words…hadn’t meant it?
Stavros frowned. “What’s wrong?” There was something in her face that disturbed him, and he asked, “Does it still hurt?”
She shook her head and forced a smile. “No. I’m just…sleepy.”
The lie didn’t fool him one bit. “Tell me what’s wrong, Willow.”
“I told you. I’m just sleepy.” She smiled more brightly. “Stop overreacting, okay?” She didn’t let him answer. “Night.” She couldn’t say it fast enough, couldn’t turn on her side quickly enough just to be sure he wouldn’t see her if she really did lose it.
When she felt the bed dip towards her, felt him press his lips to her hair before pulling the covers over her, it was all over.
She cried. She tried to keep it silent, but she couldn’t stop her shoulders from shaking, and she knew that was what gave her away when she heard him suck his breath in.
“I’m s-sorry---” She jerked when she felt him touch her shoulder, and she shook her head when he started to make her turn towards him. “Please.”
The pain in Willow’s voice made Stavros slowly withdraw his hand. He stared at her, and Willow had never felt so far even when she was just less than a foot away from him.
Why? Why couldn’t he stop hurting her?
He asked abruptly, “Do you regret it?”
She squeezed her eyes at the question, hurting just because he had even thought of asking that. “No. God, no---”
“Then why are you crying?”
Ah, God. She bit her lip hard, trying to keep the sobs in. She inhaled, again and again, but there just wasn’t any way not to cry as she choked out, “Because you know how I feel about you.” The words tore pieces out of her heart. “And now, I know how you feel about me, and I…I can’t even blame you for it.”
She remembered Edith’s words---
Do you know how he paid me one million dollars just to pretend all’s good and well between us?
I told Stavros to get me an apple. I wanted to see him climb. I was hoping he’d break his neck---
Make him wait. I hope his fever becomes pneumonia---
The memories broke her, and with a cry, she turned around and threw herself into Stavros’ arms. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “I’m so, so, sorry I made you go through that. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
Slowly, Stavros’ arms closed around hers. “I’m sorry, too.”
Shaking her head, she tightened her arms around him. “It’s not your fault.”
Her words humbled him, shamed him, and he said dully, “I’m sorry.” He didn’t think he could ever say it enough. “I never want to hurt you.”
“I know.”
But they both knew she still hurt.
Pushing herself up, her hands on his chest, she stared down at him, and she hurt. She hurt, knowing she couldn’t say the words without making him relive the fears and doubts that traumatized his childhood. She hurt, knowing his parents had made Stavros like this…a man who would rather push everyone away than allow himself to risk having everything in him stripped raw.
His parents, his cruel, evil, conscienceless parents, had stripped Stavros of his dignity, his identity…his sense of self-worth. Somehow, Stavros had risen above all of it, had found himself again. But one thing he had rejected to learn again was to love, and that…that she didn’t think she could fix, didn’t think it was even hers to fix.
“You know what I really wish?” she whispered with a tremulous smile.
He whitened. “Willow---”
“Sssh.” Even now, he was still afraid she would say it, afraid she would force him into a corner and make him leave. Struggling to keep her smile, she promised him, “I won’t say it. I will never say it.” Wiping her eyes, she whispered, “But one day, Stavros…one day, I wish there’d come a day that I would find out how to make you see that you are so…” Her voice caught. “You’re s-so worthy of being loved.” Her head lowered as the tears fell once more. “That’s all I want.”
* * *
Willow was the first one to wake up at the knock on the door. The light coming from the window made her think it was still morning, which meant they had only slept for a few hours.
Stavros stirred as she started to move, but she managed not to wake him up as she got out of the bed and tiptoed to the door.
It was Nilo, and what he had to say…
She didn’t know how she was able to walk back to the bed, but she managed. “S-Stavros?” She tried to wake him up gently, tried not to cry because she knew he needed her to be strong now, of all times.
It wasn’t fair, wasn’t fair, but it had happened.
Stavros jerked up on the bed when he saw Willow’s tear-stricken face. “Willow? What’s wrong?”
“Stavros.” She wrapped her arms around him. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to tell you this, but your father’s dead.”
Chapter Ten
A time came when I stopped asking God why I always end up hurting you. Because I realized it was only through hurting you that I realized how much I’m capable of loving you.
Love, Your Greek Billionaire
Willow silently watched Stavros move about his dressing room with almost mechanical precision. There was no single faltering movement, no loss of grace the moment Stavros stepped out of the shower and dressed himself in a somber three-piece suit.
She bit her lip. Hard. It took everything to hold back what she had to say, to not risk having Stavros think she pitied him.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. She ached to say the words, but she didn’t think Stavros would welcome it.
I’m here for you. Please let me share your pain. But she kept those words locked away as well. If she said them, she was frightened that it would make Stavros push her further away.
Stavros was fully dressed now, and when she looked at him, he had never been more heartbreakingly beautiful in her eyes.
Slowly, she lifted her gaze to his, and the haunted look in Stavros’ dark eyes made her forget everything. Her decision to respect his space, her fears of rejection – she forgot all of them, the need to be there for the man she loved superseding everything.
As Stavros turned towards the door, it was the choked cry that alerted him. He turned back to Willow just in time to catch her as she threw herself at him.
“Stavros.”
It was all she said, but it was enough.
A shudder went through him and his eyes closed.
I’m sorry. I’m here for you. Tell me what I can do to help you, to make you feel better. He heard them all, the words that had her shaking against his body even as she struggled to keep her sobs in check.
Her frail body shook harder when his arms closed around her, and he knew a large part of her had even expected him to push her away. She had thought that, feared that, and yet, she was still here in his arms, wanting to lend him her strength.
For a moment, all he could do was stare down at her, grief making him terrifyingly numb and bewildered. How? How can I make myself believe you? How?
As if sensing his gaze on her, Willow tightened her arms around his neck. “Stavros.” Her voice shook, his name choked out in a tear-clogged voice.
And again, he heard the words she wanted to say.
Whatever you want…
To make you happy, to make you feel loved…<
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Whatever you want…
It’s yours.
He heard every damn unspoken word.
And only now, in the midst of one of the blackest days of his life, did Stavros welcome the drowning pain that strangled him the moment Willow came to his arms.
He drowned, and he didn’t even think of fighting it.
He drowned, and he relished the sensation.
Because the deeper he sank, the more of her words he heard.
He heard those words because…because she really might just…love…him.
“Willow.” A rough whisper that had her freezing because beyond her name, she heard it – what he couldn’t bear to say out loud – and the urge to cry was greater than ever.
Stay here. Don’t come with me. I don’t want you there if everything turns out badly.
She knew if she pushed…she knew if she really put her foot down, he would let her come with him. But she wouldn’t. Even if she badly wanted to go so she could protect him, Willow knew that her presence would hurt him more.
She had already hurt him, forcing Stavros to relive the past when she had made him meet his mother with her. She wouldn’t do it ever again.
Swallowing, she whispered, “It’s okay. I get it.”
Willow thought he wouldn’t say anything else, but then she heard it.
“Wait for me.”
Shiiiiiiiiiiit. She clung desperately to the word, the only way to keep herself from sobbing out loud. He had never ever said those words before, never ever allowed himself to risk his terribly abused heart to let someone this close…close enough to hold him when he returned, and close enough to hurt him for good.
“Yes.” Her eyes squeezed shut as she choked the word out. “You never had to ask, Stavros. I’ll wait. For as long as you need me to.”
Slowly, Stavros released her. He didn’t say anything else as he turned away and left, and she hadn’t expected him to. Everything that had to be said, they had both heard, even without one word being spoken.