Torn Series: A Bundle Set 1 - 10

by Pamela Ann

  The thought of him in here at all got me furious again. Focusing on the Italian man, my hand slowly went further south, feeling his hardened groin as I gradually lowered the zipper down. I heard him hiss above my forehead when he knew I was about to take his shaft out.

  In the blink of an eye, I felt my arm being yanked incredibly hard, I thought it was being torn from my body. “If you want to live, you had better get the fuck out of here before I get someone to kill you. Get the fuck out!” Dimitris screamed at the guy before he saw him scram towards a group of people, heading towards the exit.

  Dimitris was cursing in Greek as he grabbed onto the back of my neck and my arm, pushing me towards somewhere, probably to give me a lecture about indecency. He made a left turn and took me to a room full of couples watching a woman on her knees with a man plowing her from behind while another man’s dick was in her mouth. The woman was in a frenzied state, wild like a pure nympho.

  “Is this what you wanted?” Dimitris growled into my ear, teeth grazing, hands slowly cupping my ass before they went lower. “You want to be treated like this? Look at her—listen to her screams… you want to scream like that?” I bit into my lip when his hand slid in between my butt cheeks, he continued his slow glide until he was touching the front, pushing the soft string of my thong aside before dipping his middle finger in. The grip on my neck became tighter, making me flinch, and at the same time, I was rocking my hips on his finger. “You’re not coming, not yet,” he bit out and then pulled me to move again, away from the sexual display.

  In my high state, I had no clue about the direction we were heading. He just kept on going; a quick elevator ride, a few quick turns and then he finally to a dark room. He still held me around the neck, I could barely see anything as he pushed me to walk farther in, and then I saw the huge tank with sharks in it. A Bullhead? A Tiger? Fuck, was he going to kill me? It looked like this was a theatre or a man’s place where they enjoyed a cigar and talked because there were a lot of leather chairs around.

  I took a sharp breath. Somehow, my haze slowly registered my surroundings, but it still wasn’t enough. I suppose the weed was quite strong because I would’ve been all over the Greek’s ass by now, however I was calm again. “Dimi—” I attempted to spin around, trying to have him take his hold off my neck, but he immediately took charge and kept my head forward, pushing me against the tank of sharks. The water was extremely blue as I watched the predators glance my way, eyes sharp, preying.

  “Don’t you fucking start with me, Lindsey Mason!” Dimitris hissed against my ear before I heard the drop of his pants. He yanked my scrap of lace to the side and entered me in my anal hole. I sobbed, trembling from the excruciating pain and pleasure of his invasion. “You want to hurt? Well, let me do it for you, yineka mou. I can hurt you well enough,” he gritted out, pushing the head further into me, still somewhat dry because I wasn’t prepped properly. “You’re so fucking tight!” he growled and then used his hand to push down on my back, lowering me for his convenience before I splayed my hands on the cold aquarium glass, gasping and shaking.

  “Did you let him in here?” he bellowed, slowly pumping in and out of me. “Did you?” He pulled my hair, slowly turning my head around to face him. “Did you let him in here or any other man?”

  I shook my head, shaky. “No. Only you.”

  Dimitris grunted something in Greek and snaked his hand around my belly then lower towards my wet crevice, teasing it with two fingers before giving each of my ass cheeks severe spankings, one after the other in swift successions.

  Mother hell. “More!” I moaned, my fingers curling on the glass, my nails making that eerie, hair-standing kind of scratch.

  “Have you missed my cock fucking your ass, yineka mou?” Dimitris gritted out as he slowly put his middle finger inside my wet pussy, thrusting it as he started to fuck my ass to the hilt, wet and raw, all for him.

  “Every day,” I choked out, knowing it was the damn truth.

  He pulled his fingers from my pussy then moved my hair to the side, both hands around my dainty neck, rocking me harder. “This is my ass. I fucking own it. Only I get to fuck it.”

  Shit. Harder.

  I was gasping for air, going out of my mind from the insane quivering of my body. I was so consumed by the tremendous feeling I was going through that I panicked when he pulled out of me and certainly blew my fuse when he slid into my pussy and fucked me harder than before, into an earth-shattering release. “Dimitris!!! Hell,” I screamed with my face now on the cold aquarium glass, not caring that the sharks where rounding about, curious.

  Dimitris was still on his last furious strokes before unleashing his semen into me, angry and cursing when I felt his mushroomed head expand then spill into me, pumping in roughly before slowing down, throbbing inside me while his cock still twitched, expanding, much to my delight. “If you want to be a whore, fucking see me because I’ll fuck you until kingdom come—until your cunt is beautifully fucked up.” He trailed kisses on my back, massaging my ass cheek, smacking it again. “Drill that into your pretty head, yineka mou.”

  What about Claudine? The question popped out of nowhere, but I shoved it down, not fucking caring about the damn French woman because the man that mattered was inside me, throbbing and giving my body what I craved the most… him.

  He slowly pulled out of me, fixing my underwear back into place, while his semen still slowly leaked out of my pussy. He spun me around and kissed me—consumed me, bared me and annihilated everything that I was. I wanted this—so fucking much, I thought as I kissed him in the same fevered passion, clinging on to him. Never had I felt this rush, sparking me, lighting me like a firework. Everything was vivid, beautiful and in sync with everything around me.

  I didn’t know how long our kiss lasted, but I knew that kiss changed me for good. There was no denying it; as much as I had wanted it not to be the case, I was his. Sadly, I didn’t even know it back then—but he had and he’d tried to tell me. I didn’t pay heed or simply pause long enough to even wonder why he had thought that.

  “Stay with me tonight,” Dimitris whispered against my lips, not wanting to let go as his hands pulled me closer against him. “I need you—give me everything, tonight.”

  Anything. “Take as much as you want.” I had so much to make-up to this man, my ex-husband.

  Dimitris made sure my dress was decent before we left and headed towards the entrance of the villa, where he let the valet know that he was leaving. A suited man pulled up with a black Phantom, greeting Dimitris and opening the door for him. Silently, I followed inside the cool, black leather seats.

  I had my room key and cellphone so when I needed to leave tomorrow morning, I wouldn’t have trouble getting back to my hotel. I watched as the driver joined the sparse traffic with the sound of Maria Callas playing softly in the background. Dimitris took hold of my right hand, kissing it before pulling me closer to him.

  “Are you having second thoughts?” Those glow in the dark eyes penetrated into my soul before I gave him half a smile.

  “No, of course not.”

  He looked into me, hypnotizing while I only felt his touch as my world suspended around us. Closing my eyes as my lips parted, lavishing on his gentle touch of my face, wanting more from him. When his thumb grazed my bottom lip, my tongue darted out, tasting him.

  “Lindsey,” he uttered, heady, potent with lust.

  I wanted him, now, here, forever if I could. Whatever happened from here on out, I wasn’t going to run away. If the rumors were true about his impending marriage, then I would still be his—if he wanted me. I would willingly be his mistress, if he so wished it. As long as he was a part of me—someway, somehow — I’d be it. No matter the cost. This realization brought me more in tuned with his needs and wants. When I heard him growl, my hand cupped his shaft through his pants before unlatching them and pulling his cock out to stroke it.

  I was past everything. The only thing that matters is this man, I thought as I
straddled him, pushing my underwear to the side and slowly pushing myself down his shaft, enveloping it, eating it whole.

  The driver must know what we were up to, but Dimitris didn’t stop me and I sure as hell wouldn’t be stopped simply because there was a curious audience. I fucking wanted this man and I was going to have him, now.

  Cupping his cheek, I watched as he stared at me while I slowly rocked on his length, our eyes not breaking contact. “Dimi…” I whispered, full of emotions, far from comprehending this profound need and lust to be with him all the fucking time, however, I did understand one thing. I understood that I was his; solely and profoundly his.

  “Take me, yineka mou. Want me as much as I want you,” he rasped out, watching me with hooded eyes as I rode him, hard and fast, before I cried out my release, seeking his lips. I was drowning in him as he roughly pushed in and out of me until he spilled his seed inside me.

  I love you, I silently said, resting my head against his chest. Saddened and at the same time, trying to tell myself that I shouldn’t dwell on the past. I should, instead, live this moment. For I can’t undo the past and make him mine.

  Dimitris wanted my body tonight… not tomorrow or the day after, but tonight. So, I was going to give him a night he wouldn’t forget. I was going to own his body. He wouldn’t want any other woman the way he’d want me.

  ~Dimitris~

  “Dimi,” Lindsey moaned as she shifted her hips, dreaming.

  We had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago and I was up again after I took her for the third time. Watching her now, I was ready for round four. Give me Lindsey anytime of the day and I would be hard like my cock was on a Viagra because it always hardened when it was around her.

  Slowly sliding the sheet from her naked body, I hovered above her, licking her nipple then biting it slowly until the buds were nice and hard. Lowering myself, I licked and kissed around her delicate hips, until I got inside her thighs and bit into her scrumptious mound.

  Lindsey moaned, hips slowly rotating while she remained asleep. My finger caressed her pussy lips a few times until I parted the folds. My cream immediately gushed out, indicating that she was pretty much filled with it.

  Fuck. Stroking my cock a couple times, I used my head to scoop up the semen that slid off her and inserted it back inside her hold. Once I was sure I had gotten it all in there, I immediately positioned myself and carefully entered her hot channel.

  “Fuck, I’m so fucking addicted to you, yineka mou.”

  “Dimi,” Lindsey moaned, though when I checked, she was still sleeping. My lips sought her neck, kissing it as my hand slowly lifted her hips, angling her in order to gain deeper entry.

  My teeth playfully bit into her neck and her ear as I closed my eyes, wanting to keep this feeling bottled in so I could have it with me, forever. “I hate you when you’re not with me, but when I’m inside you—” I let out a groan when she tightened on my shaft, it was a sensation beyond bliss as I fucked her a little harder. “All I feel is how much I’m in love with you.”

  My hard pounding finally woke her. With sleepy eyes, she squinted at me. “Again?”

  Always. I would want this body if I was blind, if I couldn’t hear or taste. Always. “Give this body to me. Make it mine, yineka mou. Whatever happens, I want this body available for me. Anytime. Anywhere.”

  She looked puzzled, mouth slightly hanging ajar. “Why—what about—”

  “We need this.” I kissed her, withholding nothing. “I need this.”

  “Anything for you,” she moaned, using her heels to push against my butt so I would go deeper into her pussy. “Whatever you want, Dimi. My body is yours.”

  When she said that she was mine, my body reacted like a true animal, getting my prized possession—this woman, who owned my heart, yet had no clue how much power she had over me.

  “Goodnight, baby,” Lindsey murmured, eyes closed with a smile on her face.

  Holding her close, I hugged her with both arms wrapped around her body, not wanting to sleep. I didn’t want this to end. Ever.

  “S’agapo, agápi mou.”

  Chapter 25

  The next day, I woke up to the sound of a ringing phone. I was about to cuss out loud when I heard his voice. It was then that I remembered what had happened last night. I spent the entirety of it in his arms, barely getting any sleep at all because Dimitris was insatiable, taking me in all the ways I could be taken.

  Smiling at the memories of last night, I was about to slide out of the bed when I heard him say, Mon Ange. Claudine. Half sitting on the crumpled bed, I stared at the cracked door, concentrating on his voice as he spoke in fluent French, sweet and cajoling with her.

  It fucking hurt. Inside, my heart constricted, slowly bleeding for the man I had lost—for the man I had pushed to be with another woman. Wiping my teary face, I almost ran into the bathroom and started the shower, past caring that it was ice cold because I didn’t give it time to adjust for the temperature I preferred. Being doused with icy water felt so much better; it certainly helped ease my heated skin.

  I made my bed, I thought calmly. I just had to make the best of it. No one would know. This would be my secret—Dimitris’s kept woman. His whore, as he kindly put it.

  After I was sure I was fully washed and clean, I came out of the shower, taking my time applying lotion and drying my hair before pulling the robe on, ready to see him. I was taken aback when I found him sitting on the foot of the bed, phone in his hand as he probably waited for me to come out of the shower.

  “Good morning,” I greeted, slowly going to him before wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him, thoroughly.

  “I have to fly out to Paris,” Dimitris uttered against my lips, bringing me back to reality with a loud thud. “You can come with me, if you like.”

  Paris? Sharing him with Claudine in the same city? Not going to happen. When he was mine, I wanted him all to myself with no other woman to distract him. “No thanks,” I said coldly, slowly pulling off his body and then hunting down my clothes that seemed to be scattered all over the place.

  I was getting pissy. I wanted to throttle him and at the same time make love to him and never let go, but my anger was getting the best of me because I was already imagining him with her, tonight and for the next few nights. Maybe I should just let bygones be bygones and make this a good one-nighter with Dimitris rather than a longstanding liaison.

  With my clothes in hand, I strode towards the sofa and pulled my robe off, knowing that he was watching me change; determined to say my goodbye before I walked out of that door. Now dressed, my eyes scanned the room for my shoes. Where the fuck were they?

  “They are right around the bar, remember? I had to take them off because I wanted to suck your toes while I fucked you.” Dimitris calmly supplied the information, eyes not leaving me.

  “Great. Thanks.” I strode past him, aiming towards the bar and found my heels. Grabbing ahold of them, I sat on the stool, putting them on as I pushed my hair to the side.

  “You’re leaving tomorrow, aren’t you? When do I get to see you again? We can meet in New York next week, if you like,” he spoke behind me.

  I did agree to be his fuck buddy—in the middle of a blasted orgasm—begging him not to stop, ever. That was then, and this was now… fickle was my mind. I wanted him like no other, but could I really stomach knowing that I was sharing him with another? Knowing that I’d only be his quick jaunt in between flights before he went back to her? No. Now that I was thinking straight, I wasn’t capable of sharing him. I wanted him for me, mine alone, mine to have at any hour of the day, but most of all, I wanted his heart—the same one I had shattered and sent to Hell. How could I even begin to repair the irrevocable damage I’d put him through?

  My body tingled when he placed a kiss behind my ear. “I can only stay twelve hours, though, but I believe that would be enough time to satiate our needs, ne?”

  “Dimitris, about that—I don’t think I can…” I gently s
poke, slowly letting him down.

  He growled against me, not pleased at all. “Last night you told me I could have you whenever I wanted. Are you always this deceitful?”

  “I don’t—”

  “Enough. I should know better than to believe any words that come out of your lying mouth. I sometimes get too caught up with your beauty and how good you feel when I fuck you, but it doesn’t change what you really are inside… just an empty shell of a woman—selfish and only caring for her needs. I guess I should be grateful that you divorced me because I don’t want to be stuck with a woman like you,” Dimitris spat his venom out, volatile. “I’d rather die than be married to you, Lindsey. So, thank you, from the bottom of my blackened heart, I salute you for cutting me the trouble.” After the words parted from his lips, he left, slamming the door behind him, never coming back.

  I cried. For the very first time since my parents’ funeral, I cried like I’d never done before. I had lost the only man who loved me, through my ugliness, through my stupidity and stubbornness, I had finally pushed him out for good.

  ~L~

  It had been a week since I got back, and I was still moving around like a zombie. I’d ignored all of Brody’s attempts to talk it out and more so, I ignored Amber’s existence.

  Their betrayal latched onto me like a bad vice, but what killed me inside was losing Dimitris because I was being a stupid woman. Acting like a complete bitch was my forte so I continued on being one, pushing everyone away so that they didn’t have to see the cracks inside me. The ones I was paying heavily for because I was in love with a man I couldn’t have to myself.

  I was still a piss poor wreck of a woman. For the life of me, I just couldn’t get my shit together, no matter how hard I tried.

  In the morning, I got out of bed and took a long hot shower. Thoughts of him were keeping me awake, like flashbacks my mind remembered the good times with him. Greece. It was embedded into my system, into my soul, making us one. Whether I accepted it or not, it was not up to me to decide.