Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
His cock pistoned in and out of her even as he spoke, making it harder for Mairi to control the tremors that jolted her body. The need to come became acute, and she whimpered, fingers gripping the headboard more tightly. “Please,” she begged, and the muscles in her body pleaded with her, tightening around Damen’s cock.
Damen cursed, the tightening muscles of Mairi’s pussy too much for him to bear. His movements took a wild turn, his hips jutting furiously. Letting go of all control, he rammed into Mairi hard over and over. As his balls tightened and his body tightened, he gritted out, “Now.” His seed gushed out the moment he said the word, and he roared, the sound mingling with Mairi’s keening cry of pleasure as she came for the second time.
He held on to her, never stopping with the thrusts as he filled her with his seed. If he could only have one prayer answered, then it was that this night would create a miracle – a life that would bring him eternal joy and could be the tie that would keep Mairi with him forever.
Sobs of pleasure were torn out of her with each thrust, and when Damen finally rested his weight on top of her body, his pleasure spent, Mairi could only hug him tightly, her body still shaking hard against his in the aftermath of her own release.
Unthinkingly, she pressed her lips to one hard shoulder and inhaled his scent. She felt him shift, and then his lips were touching her hair, one tender touch to another.
“I love you, Mairi.” Damen whispered the words to her ear hoarsely.
Fresh tears stung her eyes, and she bit her lip hard enough for it to bleed. And that was okay. She could afford to shed some blood. It was words that she could never afford to speak right now. Or ever.
Damen tried not to let the disappointment of Mairi’s silence crush him. Soon, he promised to himself grimly. Whatever had to be done, he would do it, just to be the owner of Mairi’s heart once more.
Raising himself up so he could look at her, Damen said harshly, “I will make you love me again.”
Mairi ached painfully at the words, the desperate resolve on his face calling for her to soften. But still she didn’t give herself a chance to speak, instead cupping his face with shaking hands so she could pull Damen down and kiss him.
And as their lips met in another kiss that made their hearts both beat and twinge, she sent a little prayer up to the heavens, like she always did when she felt like there was nowhere to go, no one to turn to.
Dear God, if there is no way for me to stop loving him, then when the time comes that I must leave him, please, please, please give me the strength to disappear from his life forever.
Chapter 8
He said: If you marry a man like me, you must remember to live your life according to this one simple rule: your enemies’ enemies are your best friends.
She said: I was actually thinking something more like this – if you wed a Greek billionaire, your husband’s enemies’ enemies will also surely be Greek.
He said: I love you, matakia mou, but I must tell you that you made no sense.
She said: You Greeks love to fight. Just sayin’.
“YOU TRULY DO NOT NEED to come with me,” Damen said the next night as he zipped the back of her dress, a sparkling sapphire-blue gown with a low-cut neckline that she had bought a few months ago in preparation for all the parties she had to attend as Damen’s then-fiancée. Mairi had a few misgivings when she had seen that Damen hadn’t touched a single thing in her closet. It didn’t feel right to wear clothes she had bought with his money – and during a time she had believed that he truly loved her.
But with them suddenly needing to go to a party tonight, Mairi decided to be simply practical about it. She would be a greater help to Damen if she was at least dressed to fit the part of his wife.
Seeing the worried frown on Damen’s face on the mirror, Mairi said reassuringly, “They can’t say anything that could hurt me.”
Damen was quiet for a moment. “Can’t they?”
Unbidden, she remembered the last time they had encountered the paparazzi, and Mairi shook her head vehemently even as she forced a smile. “I wasn’t prepared then. I am now.” Stepping away from him, she changed the subject, gazing at him through the mirror as she asked, “Well? Do I look okay?”
As Damen studied her appearance, she couldn’t help doing the same to him. She was no longer surprised, just resigned at the way butterflies fluttered its wings inside her stomach every time she took in Damen’s dazzling good looks. Everything about him was perfect, and strangely, she found him even more dazzling now that he was no longer a billionaire. The hardships he faced now had not weakened him at all. If anything, it had made him stronger, harder – it made him a hundred times more the man he already was, giving him the kind of raw power that money could never buy.