Fifty Shades of Greek

by Amaya Black

  “You dare to defy me?”

  “Defy you….dude is the 1810? I’m not a slave….you are most definitely not my master.”

  He began to smile then; and even in the dim light of the hallway, I could read what was happening behind his eyes.

  “You have so much to learn little girl. Come with me now.”

  He pulled me from the house and I never uttered another word. I was stumbling over my own feet trying to keep up with him. We went down the front steps of the house. I kept trying to jerk away from him but he never released his grip. I was looking back over my shoulder and wondered why Andrew wasn’t chasing after us. This was his fault after all, but he never showed.

  At break neck speed in heels, we strode towards the cottage. “Let me go,” I groaned.

  My words seemed to fall on deaf ears. Darien didn’t care about what I was saying. He was one a mission. And he was determined to fulfill said mission, whatever that was.

  We entered Darien’s cottage. I could feel anger rolling of him in waves. For some reason, this excited me. Let’s be clear. Just because we had been sleeping together and making nice in front of his family, didn’t excuse the fact that he had tied my hands in order to keep Alex.

  I still hated this man very much. I hated how he could walk into a room and could have my attention in a snap. I hated how he could tell me a story and make me laugh. I hated how I was comfortable taking him into my body like we’d been made for each other.

  Most of all, I hated how I knew he could see into me.

  He yanked me by my arm and pulled me into a room just outside the front door. It was his office he used when he worked from home.

  “Sit,” he demanded as he pointed to his freakishly neat desk.

  I raised an eyebrow in response.

  He sighed and then came forward and lifted me, dress and all up onto the desk. “You have to challenge everything I say. What do you think you were doing when you kissed my brother?”

  I rolled my eyes.

  “He kissed me. I was just there for it.”

  He grunted and then began to ease my dress up around my legs. I had no idea what he was planning to do to me but clearly, he saw Andrew kissing me as an infraction of some sort.

  “You will not kiss him again,” he murmured and tilted my head up to him. That look was still behind his eyes. The one where he could undress me with a thought. A chill ran down my fucking spine.

  My panties were getting soaked. Why!

  “And for the record, I’m not yours. I don’t’ belong to you.”

  He began to peel my panties off and they were kind of stuck coming off my ass. I had to raise up a little for him to pull them off.

  “Have I told you how much, I adore your ass?”

  “I think Andrew might like it as well….he was definitely full on palming it…”

  He leaned into me and pulled me to the edge of his mahogany desk. I was getting ready to start a flood on it and he didn’t even know.

  Full.

  On.

  Hard.

  Dick.

  Mode.

  “Are you trying to piss me off?”

  “Is it working.”

  My fingers began to unbutton his immaculate white dress shirt. We were going to have sex on this desk. His extremely neat desk was going to have my juices all over it.

  He stopped what he was doing. “You are mine’s Allanah. I’m going to mark you in ways you’ll never see coming. I will not share you.”

  I paused as well. “Really?”

  He pulled away from me and walked around to behind the desk. “I was waiting to give these things to you. But plans have changed.”

  I watched him reach into his desk and pull out a black box and what looked like an invitation. He handed the envelope to me first. It was a black envelope with gold foil and smelled like money. It was a wedding invitation addressed to

  “Joke?” I asked.

  “Not at all. Aria remained a friend. She invited me to the wedding and I’m going. And you’re coming with me.”

  “I thought you said she was getting married in like South Africa…not Monaco?”

  “Doesn’t matter the location, just the destination.”

  I rolled my eyes. He handed the box to me next and I took it. It didn’t feel too heavy. My hands slid over the velvet, it was long almost like the type to hold roses. I cracked it open only to find a riding crops, small bottles of what I assumed were oil, and thin silk handkerchiefs.

  “You are mine’s, Allanah,” he breathed.

  What the fuck had I gotten myself into with this man? I didn’t know whether to hand him his kinky shit back or be just the littlest bit intrigued.

  My cooch was leaning towards intrigued.

  He took the velvet box from me and set it aside. A smile came across his face; it was a dangerous smile and men like Darien were dangerous. He was wealthy and powerful and I was some prized possession to be taken. Broken, perhaps. I would never break though. But boy, did I want to be taken right now. I was getting very use to getting the business lately.

  “We’ll talk about this further,” he said and returned to the task at hand. He reached forward and with all his might ripped the front of my dress. He ripped a three hundred dollar dress straight down the middle like his hand were a hot knife and the dress itself was a stick of butter.

  “The fuck, Darien!” I cried out.

  “I’ll buy you another, calm down,” he spoke in an unbothered tone. He didn’t even look at me when I screeched, just took in my bare breast. “You’re the first black woman I’ve been with, you know that right?”

  “Yeah, and we’re made of fucking gold and raw energy.” I couldn’t help but smiling.

  “I’ve dated Asian women and Greek of course. But never a black woman.”

  “We’re not dating,” I reminded him, and he dove into my chest. He suckled and pulled and rolled my nipples in between his lips. He even nipped at them, pulling one blackberry colored nipple into his mouth and palming the other.

  My back arched in ecstasy, my core yearning to have him inside of me. Another part of my brain wondered if the door would burst open and Cassie’s ass would pop in with another problem. It would be just my luck for that to happen a second time.

  He seemed to read my mind and before he went lower, “It’s most definitely locked.” I relaxed as he pushed me back on the desk and pushed my legs to the side. “You’re beautiful,” he stated. He took a finger and dipped inside of me and my breath caught.

  I watched as he slipped out of his slack and his dick sprang into view. He stroked himself and I sat up just a bit to watch him do it. I could think of a hundred more comfortable places to be fucking right now than on a desk.

  “All this because your brother kissed me,” I asked.

  “Oh this,” he continued to stroke himself, blue eyes ablaze. “This was going to happen tonight whether Stavros had touched you or not.”

  I laughed.

  He came forward and it was all about his head game from that point on. His tongue swirled quickly. His lips pulled gently. He blew onto me softly. And then went back to eating my cat like it was dripping with honey. He was most definitely enjoying the test that was presenting to his mouth. How had he learned so quickly without me telling him that that was something I enjoyed? The feeling of a little wind down there.

  “You’re gushing,” he stated. “Actually, I think you just squirted….”

  He looked me dead in the eyes and we began to laugh.

  “That’s never happened before,” I stated.

  This could turn so, so, so, awkward at any moment.

  “Challenge accepted,” he smiled. “But for another time.”

  He pulled me up then and we came around the desk. He sat in his desk chair and I straddled him, his pants had slid to his ankles. Slowly. I didn’t want to make any sudden moves, not that I was scared or unsure. But I wanted him to get the full view of my body. I wanted him to really take in all my glor
y. I was having an extremely vain moment after being called beautiful.

  Then like the slow pull of molasses coming out of a bottle, I sat down. “Shall, I ride you?”

  I ran my fingers through his dark hair and hovered around his mouth before kissing him. I nipped at his lips playfully as he moved to capture my lips. Kissing him wasn’t the worst thing in the world. When we had first met, you would have never convinced me that we would be in this position. That I would willingly accept him into my body and actually like it. A few months had changed everything. Did he know how much I liked kissing him? That kissing him made me extremely wet?

  Like every single time he kissed me, I was moist from the jump.

  “No, I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

  His words lit a fire in me and I was determined to deliver. I rubbed my slickness back and forth over his hard cock. He just starred up at me, watching. I had always shied away from eye contact with my lovers, but not with him. With Darien, eye contact was everything. Even when we had done it in the dressing room, eye contact had been a must.

  He slipped into me and it was like your hand sliding into a perfectly fitting glove. I pulled hard on his hair before crushing my mouth against his.

  “Only yours?” I asked in a breathy tone. I had no idea where the question had come from, only that I knew I wanted an answer. I swear sex would have you asking crazy shit in the heat of the moment.

  He was grunting as I rode him hard. “Yes.”

  After his answer, I felt him come hard inside of me, and he gripped my hips. Over the next few days, I would still be able to feel his fingertips. Our eyes remained connected as sweat poured down our bodies.

  Once we disconnected ourselves, we started kissing again. My hair had been loose around my shoulders tonight and was starting to look frizzy from the sweat. Darien stood close and worked my strands through his fingers.

  “What?”

  “I have so many questions about your hair,” he chuckled, and I knew he was thinking about that shower cap and wrap cap situation from earlier.

  “I will try to answer,” I laughed and pulled him down and kissed him again.

  We opened the door and eased out into the hallway both hoping to avoid Helena. No one needed another scene in this house again. When we got to the end of the hallway, I could either split and go to my room or join Darien.

  I never expected him to say this next, “You are going to share my bed every night starting tonight.”

  When we were inside of his room, I watched him lock the door and go into the bathroom to relieve himself. I had to go too, so I waited patiently. I went over to his dresser and pulled out some ratty looking t-shirt that said Wharton. When he came out of the bathroom I went in as well.

  After cleaning up and putting on his t-shirt I came back out and crawled into bed. He was already there and on his cellphone with the blanket pulled up over his lap. I noticed he had opened the window and the cold winter air was filling the room. Content. That had to be the name for what I was feeling as it came over me; the feeling was like lighting your favorite candle and the smell filling your nostril and you finding Zen. It continued drifting over me as I snuggled in closer to this man that I hated, and I wondered did he feel it to. Did Darien Kiriakis know that he was making me feel content?

  I felt him kiss my hair and he draped his arms around me, after putting his cellphone on the nightstand. I had heard it land there with a soft thud.

  “I haven’t done this in so long,” he murmured.

  “What? Fucked someone?”

  He chuckled. “No. Just laid in bed and didn’t feel like something was terribly wrong in the world. And that I needed to fix it.”

  I smiled. “Does laying in bed with me make you feel calm?”

  He kissed my hair again. “Being with you, Lana, makes me feel calm. And with Alex.”

  The way he said my name sent shivers down my spine.

  “So maybe I should have a baby by you,” I chuckled. “That would totally screw your world up.”

  “Don’t joke. And…I don’t want kids.”

  “Oh,” I said. Why did I sound so fucking disappointed that I disappointed myself at how I sounded. I didn’t want kids either. Alex was enough. The child was slowly becoming a tiny time devouring demon. I loved him for it.

  Darien took that as his cue. “Turn over. I want to try something.”

  “Mmm, okay.”

  I flipped over onto my stomach quickly. Where was he going with this suggestion.

  “Have you ever had anal?”

  I looked over my shoulder at him. He could not be fucking serious.

  Chapter 14

  I hated to admit how close we’d been getting. How I’d been leaving my room more and more in the middle of the night and joining him in his bed. Slowly using my mouth to awaken him before climbing on top of him and riding him into ecstasy, and then to roll over and laugh with him and fall asleep in his arms.

  I was having fun.

  And all the while my sister slumbered on. Her vitals still strong but her lids never fluttering. Her heart was beating but nothing could wake her up. The doctors told me that she dreaming and when her mind felt safe, she would come back to us.

  I wondered if she’d be disappointed in how I’d handled the entire Alex situation. I wondered if she would be pissed off that I hadn’t kept him away from the Kiriakis family. I was watching the tide touch the sand.

  It would go out and it would come back; the sun was setting, and it was creating the most interesting painting across the sky. A good sunset would never go out of style. When I had been a child, I had thought of God having an invisible hand and invisible paint and when he was ready, he would set the sky on fire just right.

  I felt someone sit down in the sand next to me and met Andrew’s familiar blue eyes.

  “Hey,” he said. We hadn’t spoken much since his coming home party and I’d avoided him. Not because he’d done anything wrong but because I honestly didn’t want to upset Darien again. The morning after he had mentioned it at least twice.

  “Hi,” I kept my gaze on the sea.

  “I feel as though this is awkward.”

  “It’s not.”

  The sound of the tide roaring back and forth was the only sound to be heard for a while until I spoke again.

  “When me and Dana were kids, we loved the beach. Our mom…she was out of it a lot and that was our sanctuary. I think that’s why I love it here.”

  He nodded. “I think I always took the view for granted.”

  I turned and looked at him then, but before I could take him over I could see Darien stomping towards us. His face had the deepest scowl. I sighed and Andrew looked over his shoulder.

  “Fuck,” he bit out. “I swear he’s a part of the CIA or MI-6,” Andrew stood to face his brother. “Brother.”

  “Why are you near her?” he questioned.

  I could hear Andrew take a deep breath as I too stood up. “Calm down,” I said.

  No one heard me.

  “I asked you a question boy,” Darien bit out.

  “We were sitting and talking, brother,” Andrew bit out.

  Darien seemed to loom over his brother, his face stoic and his eyes turned to me. “Is that all?”

  “No, we were fucking right here on the beach,” I rolled my eyes.

  “Don’t play games, Lana,” he returned his gaze to Andrew. “I thought you were leaving today. Running back off to England.”

  “I was trying to say good bye to Lana,” Andrew said quietly. “And I was about to apologize for the shit I pulled. I see now, that nothing I do in this family will amount to anything.”

  Darien scoffed at his brother’s words. “You ran off to London and left me here to bear all the weight of everything. You knew, and you didn’t care. As long as your trust fund hadn’t gone empty you were fine.”

  Andrew through up his hands. “You think I’ve just been spending money and being some rich play boy? I’ve been working hard not
to touch any money unnecessarily. I’m invested in British tech companies. But what would you know about it, brother?”

  There was a sting on the end of his endearment and we all felt it.

  Andrew turned to me then. “Lana, get away from this man while you can. Because I can promise you, he will turn you into something you hate. Just like he hates himself.”

  Andrew brushed past Darien and was gone.

  I sat back down in the sand then. The sun was getting even lower. “You don’t have to treat him like shit on the bottom of your shoes, you know?”

  I looked up into his face and he was frowning. “I do not attempt to treat him as such.”

  I laughed. “Were all fucking beneath you.”

  “Why are you saying this?”

  I rolled my eyes. “You have an elitist attitude, Darien. And you think, that you’re going to make Alexander the same way. But what you didn’t count on was me.”

  I watched his face and it went from frowning to full on anger. “Why are you being a bitch right now?”

  I stood then, the bitch comment had got my blood to boiling. “Bitch? Don’t you see how jealous you are of your brother’s freedom. Trust and believe me, Darien, it doesn’t hurt my feeling in the slightest to be called a bitch. In fact, I think you’re the bitch for treating your only living sibling like garbage when clearly, you’re his fucking idol. But, you’ve been so stuck up your own ass, you didn’t even notice.” I dusted the sand from my pants and bent to retrieve my shoes I’d taken off to enjoy the sand. “Enjoy the view, it’s old to me now.”

  He grabbed my arm before I could walk by. “Go and make sure your things are packed, Lana. We are leaving for Monaco in a few hours. You are still my mistress, nothing more and nothing less.”

  I shook him loose. “I’m barely fucking that.”

  I left him standing alone then. Part of me sensed that he loved the aloneness. That solitude made so much more sense to him because then he didn’t have to deal with emotions.

  Andrew. Alex and even me, Alannah Houghton, we scared him.

  Because we made him feel.

  Chapter 15