Torn Series: A Bundle Set 1 - 10

by Pamela Ann

  Licking my lips, I searched his eyes. “Dimitris—please.”

  “Tell me again, Lindsey! Fucking drill it into my head,” he pressed on.

  “I’m done with you.” I closed my eyes. Tears were slowly forming as my body tensed when I felt his palm against my heart.

  “Open your eyes.” I did, nervously so. “Look at me. Look into me—do you see the man you once vowed to be with forever?” he asked in a tone that was so low, it sent shivers all over me.

  Shaking my head in response, I uttered, “No.”

  “Good. That man is gone,” he declared, lifting me as he entered me in the roughest fashion. A low groan came from me when he slid my body against the wall while he pummeled in and out of my channel, purring from his invasion. I was a few strokes away, tightening around his length, when he stopped, acting like the demented brute that he was. “Dimi, please. You’re being cruel!”

  I didn’t know what came over me, but when I saw his gaze drop on my lips, I just couldn’t help kissing him. His slightly parted lips were unresponsive, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, so I did. I kissed him like he was the only man for me while I writhed against his shaft lodged deeply inside. He was so big—even if he wasn’t moving—the pleasure it gave me was still amazing. “Oh! Oh!” I panted out on his lips while my leg opened a little wider, the other hooked against his hip as I sought my own pleasure. “I’m close,” I gasped, almost shrilling, begging for him to end my agony.

  Dimitris groaned, taking charge as he carried me to the closet’s circular lounger, placing me in the middle before pounding me into the furniture. “Do you love my cock, my beautiful slut?”

  Seriously? “Yes!”

  “Do you love what I’m doing to you? Making you mine?” he continued, drilling me hardcore. I had already come twice.

  I was all over the place, gripping him, holding him, stroking him and kissing him while I lavished on the beautiful thing he was giving me. “More than anything.”

  “Do you love me?”

  Wait, what? Dimitris was staring into me while fucking me at the same time, waiting. Shit. “Yes,” I whispered shakily.

  Something flashed in his eyes before the feral look appeared. “I want to hear you say it, moan it and scream it while I fuck you.”

  “I love you.” So much.

  “Louder.” Pace picking up, rocketing me to Heaven at a whirlwind rate.

  “I love you, Dimi,” I screamed it louder, making the sound of my own voice ring in my ears.

  “Better, but not enough!”

  Oh my God, he was acting crazy! “I love you, so much,” I repeated over and over again, deafening us both before our bodies took over, roaring waves one after another in quick, electrifying speeds.

  He bellowed wretchedly, coming into me, panting against my lips, riding the beautiful madness with me. My head thumped on the cushion and I was about to pass out when I felt his gaze. Slowly lifting my head, my eyes questioned him.

  Dimitris froze, pausing before locking me in hell. “Liar,” he gritted out before pulling out of me and going straight into the bathroom, running himself a shower.

  ~L~

  I woke up without him again, but this time, there were no messages or invitations issued for me to join him for lunch. When the clock struck midnight and he still wasn’t back, I conceded and went to bed, feeling like the world was on my shoulders because they felt heavy, hot and unbearable.

  I didn’t know what time he came back, but when I felt the covers being lifted and a hot body sliding close to me, I was beyond relieved that he had come back, at last. “Where were you?”

  “Go back to sleep. We’ll speak tomorrow,” he spoke, not glancing at me before he turned on his side, away from me.

  Yes, the message was loud and so very clear. I was being dispensed slowly. I had just gotten the memo, thank you very much. Since right now was today already, I needed to know the details of my departure. “What time is my flight tomorrow? I don’t remember for some reason.”

  Sex was phenomenal, but I was hurting inside. The past couple of nights were enough. I would still see him whenever he wanted, but I needed to be away from here. Even though Claudine was “accommodating” when it came to his sexual needs, I couldn’t help being bitter that I was the one waiting. Knowing how I felt about him, it was painful to realize that I was just a body to fill the void before he went back to her.

  Dimitris took his time before finally answering my question, “You don’t remember it because I never said anything.”

  Of course he didn’t. As long as it didn’t involve his dick, he didn’t care much at all. “Could you tell me when then? I have to set my alarm and call someone to get me when I arrive.”

  I could hear him call someone on his phone, speaking harshly as he demanded something from the person. After less than five minutes, I got what I needed. “You can leave whenever you want the day after tomorrow, my pilot will be on standby.”

  “Okay, thanks,” I mumbled, dying a thousand deaths inside.

  There were no bids of goodnights and sweet dreams. We slept apart. Dimitris was careful not to touch me. The old Lindsey would’ve grabbed him and demanded answers, but this new, troubled me was hesitant because if he shut me down, I doubt my self-confidence could ever recover. Coming here to see him had been a gamble, but I wasn’t sure if I should all-in with my pride, too, since my heart, body and soul already belonged to him.

  Chapter 28

  The next day was the same drab affair. It was all me, myself and I trying to not have a mental breakdown when I didn’t hear from him. I also tried not to think about the fact that not once did he reach for me last night.

  My hopes of him coming home for dinner, yet again, were dashed when he didn’t show up for my last night in Greece. It only proved the fact that he was through or maybe he had gotten his fill somewhere else. For all I knew, he probably flew to Paris last night and had Claudine all night long.

  Raging mad? Hell yes.

  Do I want to hurt him for making me wait in vain? Fuck yes.

  Will I take him back if he asked me to be with him? In a heartbeat.

  Hopeless, suited me quite well enough.

  ~L~

  Alone in bed, I woke up with a heavy heart, knowing that I would be leaving today, not knowing if he was going to see me off or not. The clock indicated that it was almost lunchtime. Since he had said that his pilot was on standby, I wanted to leave after I ate a small meal.

  I suppose my life would be just like that plane; on standby for Dimitris, ready and willing whenever he wanted me. At this point, I loved him so much he could ask anything of me and I wouldn’t decline it. Also, I wanted to make amends from my past mistakes. I knew sex wouldn’t be enough to make up for all the damage I’d caused him, but it was a starting point.

  Now, freshly dressed, I was leaning over the mirror, applying my gloss when he appeared in my view. I immediately noticed the roguish look he had with the stubble on his face. Sexy Greek.

  “Hello. Are you back for lunch?” I asked, returning to my application of my make-up. After a few minutes without a reply, I glanced at him again. He was just watching me, nothing more. “Is something the matter?” I cautiously asked, afraid of what would come out of his mouth.

  Dimitris met my eyes in the mirror, emotionless. “Yes, I’m not ready for you to leave, yet.”

  I was all packed, ready to go, and I didn’t understand what he was saying at all. “But I thought you said that the pilot will be ready today? Why would you say that when you’re not ready for me to leave yet?” I asked, baffled. Why haven’t you touched me for the past two nights? My heart silently, added.

  The monotonous man kept on going, “I want you to leave, but watching you right now, I realized that I’m not ready to let you go, yet. I need a few more days before I let you walk away, forever. What we have is great sex and I love it more than anything. The promise I asked you… doesn’t matter anymore. You’re free to be with anyone once you leave
my home.”

  What happened? Was it Claudine? It had to be. “What’s changed? Are you having sex with her?”

  “No. I haven’t, but what you and I have is not something I’d want to carry on when I commit to someone.”

  “You’re committing to who? Claudine? I thought you said you guys had an open relationship?”

  “She threw an ultimatum this afternoon.”

  He was choosing her. I nodded. I got it, I did. “I—I need a moment to myself, please. I need to think.”

  “I’ll be on the patio. Don’t be long, Thea made your favorite.”

  Yeah, a death sentence that came complete with my last meal.

  Chapter 29

  Dimitris had to go to London for the rest of the afternoon so I stayed indoors, mending and wondering how the hell I had managed to agree to his “extra few days” of being enslaved to him while remaining sane.

  I was in the living room, lounging as I listened to some jazz, reading the thriller novel I’d been meaning to read when a snake interrupted my moment of relaxation.

  “I see you’re quite comfortable in my future home. Enjoy it for another day because you won’t be stepping foot here again.” Claudine appeared into view, looking polished and catty.

  How did she get in here? I hadn’t heard the doorbell. “What are you doing here? Dimitris is not here.”

  “I know. He’s in London. I came here specifically to see you, Lindsey. Don’t you think it’s time to let go of your lost toy? You’ve forsaken Dimitris for a long time and then, the minute you hear he’s happy with me, you come back to pry your way in. Look at you, though, you’re his whore while he hasn’t promised you anything.” Claudine walked slowly, stepping before me, poised and determined. “You know why? Because he promised it to me.” She extended a hand, showing the reason why as she displayed the enormous engagement ring she was wearing. “I’m taking over as Mrs. Kosta soon. Are you sure you want to be around for that? I suggest you go home. I took the liberty of booking you a flight back. It’ll be leaving in the next hour and half. So, you best get your move on… unless you still want to be a whore to an engaged man.”

  She’s lying! “I don’t believe you. Dimitris never said anything about going to Paris to see you.”

  Claudine rolled her eyes, looking at me like I was the dumbest person she had ever encountered. “Who said I’ve been living in Paris? Dimitris bought me a penthouse. I’ve been in Athens while you chased my man around. You’re getting really pathetic.”

  “I don’t want to hear anymore lies.” I stood up, ready to leave and hide upstairs when she unleashed her final barb.

  Claudine snorted, tickled with laughter. “Where do you think he’s been when he’s not fucking you? Have you ever wondered that? That’s all you’re good for—his plaything to visit once he needs to scratch a filthy itch—that need to feel like an animal once in awhile because that’s all you’re good for. Of course, you’re welcome to stay around when our engagement gets announced in the next few days. I’d have to convince him to house you somewhere else because I don’t want a whore around my house.” The stupid bitch had the audacity to give me a little wave before leaving me in a state of panic.

  I was paralyzed, but my heart was breaking, so badly.

  It’s over.

  I thought I had a few more days with him, but after seeing that ring and knowing of his nightly visits to her, I just couldn’t stay. No matter how much I loved him, I couldn’t be around when any of this wedding stuff happened.

  He did say he only needed a few more days before he was ready to let me walk away. Well, I’m taking hold of my destiny now and I didn’t want to be a part of that.

  I’d had enough.

  ~Dimitris~

  I intended to come back home two hours ago, but the meeting got delayed and there were too many problems to go through, so leaving the London headquarters early was out of the question.

  Climbing the few steps before letting myself into my home, I went straight to the patio, knowing that she usually was out there, reading a book with a glass of wine. When I didn’t find her there, I went around the first floor rooms just to make sure I hadn’t missed her.

  Maybe she was upstairs then, I decided as I passed my Thea.

  “Kyrios, Miss—”

  I shook my head, climbing the steps. “It’s fine. Dinner can be served later,” I said, interrupting her.

  I was stretching my neck as I entered my bedroom, half expecting her on the bed or something, but she wasn’t in it—or anywhere, for that matter. My heart was palpitating as I listened to the tiny voice in my head, telling me that she had already left me.

  “Lindsey?” I called out, entering the walk-in closet. As I entered, I saw it had been emptied of her things; she’d left nothing behind.

  She had left.

  Again. Will I ever learn?

  I sat on the cushion, feeling at a loss. Her scent surrounded me here and I didn’t want to leave it.

  Chapter 30

  For two days after I got back from Athens, I couldn’t eat anything. It was Friday night so the house was busy with the girls getting ready to go out. I was in the kitchen, making a cup of coffee to boost some energy into my system when the doorbell rang.

  “Shit. That must be Taylor! Can someone get it?” Trista called out, scurrying to finish getting ready.

  Pulling the door open, I almost peed in my shorts when I saw Dimitris. “I thought you didn’t want to continue—” I stuttered, trying to figure out what he wanted now.

  “I didn’t.”

  Okay. “Then, what are you doing here?”

  “You left when you still had a few more days with me.”

  I see. Did he come back to collect those days? “I’m not—you decided to end things with me. Why are you here, Dimitris?”

  Straightening his stance, he slid his hands inside his jeans, face unreadable. “What do you think, omorfi mou?”

  If he was going to ask me to continue this stupid farce, I was going to pummel him to the ground; in love or not, I wasn’t going to let him get away with it. “Let’s continue this in my room before someone sees you,” I uttered, nervous of any of the girls would see him. That would be the last thing I needed, seriously.

  Upon closing the door, I was more than taken aback when Dimitris pulled me against him, demanding. “Why did you leave?”

  “You were hurting me, Dimi.” I tried to look away, but he wouldn’t let me.

  “I am hurting, too. For once in your life, stop hiding from me, from anything. If you have anger or hate towards me, tell me to my face. I know I deserve it. My attitude towards you has been abominable. I fully deserve your hate so don’t hold back telling me just how much.”

  Where did I even begin explaining? I had to start from the very beginning. I gathered my courage and took a deep breath, preparing to tell him where it had all started. “At a young age, I was surrounded by betrayals. It’s difficult when you grow up that way because you end up being screwed up, thinking that people are always out to hurt you. When I saw my mom cheating at a young age, the guy she cheated with ended up convincing me that what Mom was doing was right—that a woman’s body was a powerful weapon to use—to make men succumb so they would do whatever we wanted. He—Uncle Brandon was my father’s best friend. Betraying my father’s trust and love didn’t even stop him from coming into our home every night when dad was away on business.

  “One night, he caught me watching them. I thought he was hurting Mom, but I thought differently when Mom kept begging him not to stop. The next day, he took me to the carnival with his niece. When it was just the two of us in the car, we talked about what happened, what I saw.” I raised my eyes to meet his then, needing him to see the woman that I am, what I am.

  “He touched me, just playing with it while telling me that men always fall for it. The worst part was that I liked it. I didn’t know that it was wrong because Mom liked it and I thought then that Mom did everything right. So, on certain
nights, after he was done with her, he’d go inside my room and touch me, sometimes with his finger or with his tongue. The night he promised that he’d show me more tomorrow, was the last time I saw him because he was caught by another woman’s husband while he was screwing his wife and he shot him while he was having sex with her.

  “Dimitris, this is only a part of my messed up childhood, but I’ve told you the worst. I thought I was still in love with Brody—but I didn’t know that I was already falling for you—unbelievably hard, I didn’t know what it was in the very beginning because I’d never felt anything like it. I’m sorry… for everything… you don’t know how much I regret causing you so much pain. I deserve this hell that I’m in. Karma got me good when Claudine showed up, showing me her engagement ring.”

  I smiled through my tears, but kept on going. “As much as I love you, I didn’t think I was strong enough to stay and wait for you to come back from your trip in London. I could only stand it for so long without breaking down.” I swallowed my tears, braving it out. “I’m happy that you’ve found someone that will be loyal to you. You deserve it, to be happy.” Slowly moving away from him, I sat on my bed, downcast.

  Dimitris followed, sitting next to me with his finger on my chin, lifting it to meet his troubled face. “You love me?”

  He knew, didn’t he? “I did tell you—that last time in the clos—”

  “I demanded that from you. You simply didn’t tell me.” He was wiping my tears when he asked me the next question. “When did you realize that you were falling for me?”

  “I realized it before Milan happened.”

  Dimitris was frowning, frustrated. “That long… and you’re just telling me?”

  He hadn’t being all that nice then, was he? “I was scared… you were with her. I was sharing you and that was painful.”

  Dimitris dropped his head on my shoulder before groaning against my neck, holding me. “I’ve never touched another woman since I had you in Milan. I never had sex with Claudine after you left me—the time where you divorced me. I had a few other women, but that was me convincing myself that I could move on from you. The truth is, though, I always come back to you, even if you wish me away.