Without warning, Damen pushed his c**k back in, fast, strong, and hard in a totally unexpected and absolutely possessive move.
Pain and pleasure ripped through Mairi, making her scream, but there was nowhere to go now. Damen had her in his possession, and he kept ramming into her, over and over, harder and faster, stronger than he had ever taken her.
His cock, its every movement and possession, soon became her world. Her eyelids drifted closed and her fingers tightened on the bedsheets as each thrust caused her br**sts to jiggle and squish against the bed.
He was so rough, so dominant, this Greek billionaire of hers, but she wouldn’t want him any other way.
She gasped when he suddenly pressed close, her back against his chest. One hand went down, large fingers clasping hers on the bed while his other arm went around her waist, moving down to play with her clit.
Her eyes widened and her gasps became strangled, the way his fingers moved deftly over her cl*t causing Mairi’s pleasure to spiral out of control.
“Oh, God, I can’t—”
“I’m taking you every way, matakia mou.”
The fierce tone of his voice caused her to twist her head so she could look at him.
And that was it.
He claimed her lips, his touch claimed her pu**y, and his c**k claimed her ass.
Tongue thrusting, fingers thrusting, and his c**k ramming into her.
HARD. HARD. OH, OH, OH, SOOOO HARD.
She screamed and sobbed her release against his mouth, her entire body shuddering against his as Damen proved true to his words.
She was his, in every way, and he was making sure she would never forget it.
****
When Mairi resurfaced, she was alone in their bed, Damen watching her idly as he stood next to the open doors of their bedroom’s balcony, a dark silhouette against the bright sunlight.
He was, she noticed drowsily, dressed in a shirt and board shorts, and with sunglasses pushed up on his head. Too gorgeous to be true, she thought helplessly as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.
“Are you going out?” she asked.
He nodded. “Would you like to come with me?” He paused. “If you’re not too busy trying to find work?”
She forced a laugh. “I can put it off,” Mairi said airily. She would never ever tell him about the countless rejection letters she had received via her email, all of it proof that the Kokinos and Esther Leventis’ threats about blacklisting her in Greece had not been just words.
Something that felt like distaste soured his tongue, but Damen ignored it, telling himself that there was nothing wrong about Mairi living the life of an idle billionaire’s wife. For that was what she could be as the woman he loved.
Mairi asked awkwardly, “What about you? Don’t you have work to do today?” There were so many questions she wanted to ask. What did his board have to say about the impact of his broken engagement on the planned merger between the two shipping empires? What measures had he taken to address the sliding prices of his company’s stocks? Had he met with his publicist already and strategized about reputation management?
She wanted to ask so many more, but Mairi managed to hold her tongue. Damen Leventis was a proud man and she did not want him to think she was doubting his ability to solve his problems.
Was that all she was going to ask? Did she really care about him? And why were all these doubts surfacing now, when he had already made his bed and the whole world expected him to lie on it with his American schoolteacher?
Damen forced a smile. “You’re marrying a billionaire, matakia mou. Have you forgotten that fact?”
Was it just her imagination or did his words seem…loaded? She shook the thought away. “My bad,” she answered lightly. “I did forget that the great and mighty Damen Leventis is indeed one of the world’s richest men.”
Her exaggerated tone made him laugh.
Rolling her eyes at him, she asked, “But really, where are you going? Can I come with you?”
Chapter Two
One moment, Mairi was staring white-faced at their guides as they let her and Damen loose, the strong winds speeding up their ascent, her feet barely touching the floor of the speedboat. It felt like a giant invisible hand was pulling the parachute strapped to their backs. The next moment, they were flying—
“Aaaaaaah!”
Her Greek billionaire, gorgeous, sexy jerk that he was, simply laughed in the face of her fear.
Ignoring Damen, Mairi slowly opened her eyes, looking down to see how high off the ground they were.
Too high.
She closed her eyes again. What she had gotten herself into? And why, oh why had she been silly enough to think she could do parasailing—
“Matakia mou,” a sweetly dark voice murmured. “Open your eyes.”
Ah, yes, now she remembered.
It was because Damen Leventis had wanted to do this with her, and Mairi could not resist anything he asked.
One strong hand cupped her cheek, stroking the soft skin gently. “Come on, Mairi.”
Strong winds continued to whip them from behind, making her feel like they were going to be blown away anytime. Her feet dangled in the air, and after what she had seen, Mairi did not like to think about how much air there was between them and the ocean.
And yet—
That voice.
It was the most beautiful sound on earth.
She opened her eyes and stared straight into his. “I. Hate. You.”
Damen laughed again.
Ah, dear Lord, would she never tire of hearing that sound?
Damen Leventis was not the man who laughed easily or often. But that he did so with her – even if it was usually Damen laughing at her – never failed to make…
His eyes moved down briefly before returning to her face. “Your toes are curling,” he remarked, a sly smile that was also irritatingly sexy forming on his thin beautiful lips.
“It’s because I hate you.”
His knuckles brushed her cheek once more in response. “Do you really?”
He was blatantly seducing her.
And she was, darn it, happy to be seduced.
“I—” Her words were cut off by a sudden loud creaking sound from one of the metal chains that kept them connected to their parachutes.
Damen saw Mairi’s face turn white.
Knowing she was seriously scared now, he asked tautly, “Mairi, look at me.”
She raised fear-darkened eyes to him.
Ah, shit. Why had he thought to take her parasailing when she was clearly scared out of her mind? What an ass**le he was. This vacation on Crete was supposed to be an unforgettable memory for them, not a f**king nightmare for her.