Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Why did you do it?” he demanded.
“Because I want to be yours,” she whispered shakily.
Ah, God.
His eyes closed.
She wanted to be his.
Like the other one didn’t.
Pulling her down, he licked her tears away and kissed her while fondling her breasts, using every trick in the book to distract and relax her. And when he felt her body relaxing, that was when he started to move, slowly and gently at first, until he felt her hips moving to respond to his thrusts. He increased his pace, deepening his strokes, and moving his hips faster. She started to buck against him, her fingers clutching his shoulders tightly.
Raising himself up, he pulled her tightly to him and they began to rock against each other, all the while his cock kept pounding into her.
Her head fell back. “Kyr...”
“Yes, psaraki.” He reached between their bodies so he could stimulate her clit. She shuddered, and when he began to rub the tiny nub in rhythm with his strokes, Polly came with a shattering cry. He followed soon after, pulling out just in time to spend himself on the silky skin of her legs.
Afterwards, he carried Polly to the en-suite bathroom, and he had to be thankful that she was so sleepy and tired she didn’t question the way he was familiar with where the toiletries and towels were.
He took a shower with her, shampooing her hair and soaping her body, and against her blushing protests, he also cleaned her down there. When he had her dry, he took her to bed and used the hair dryer on her long red-gold locks. By the time her hair was dry, she was fast asleep, her expression dreamy.
He switched the hairdryer off and stayed there, seated on the edge of the bed, staring sightlessly at the wall.
He had just selfishly used an innocent eighteen-year-old to drive away his demons.
What did he do now?
Chapter Ten
If Kyr desired Pollyanna before, he was obsessed with her now, unable to give her any respite, and it didn’t help at all that she was the most receptive little thing, never saying no to whatever he wanted.
He had taken her in the fields, hidden between the rose bushes, and she hadn’t murmured a word of protest, only looking at him with stars in her eyes that told him she was his. It was the most addictive thought.
He had taken her in the car, the pool, the yacht – there probably wasn’t a room in his yacht that he had not made love to her in. And every night, he would find himself climbing into her room from the window, fucking her until he had to crawl out at dawn, before the Floros found out their goddaughter wasn’t alone in her room.
Every time they made love, she would cry out her love for him, and she would never ask him to say it back. He had asked her why once, and she had told him she knew that Greek men were generally not verbal, so it was okay with her if he didn’t say the words back.
She had then patted his chest, saying, It’s what you feel inside that counts.
And Kyr hadn’t the courage to tell her she was wrong about him.
He wasn’t in love with her, couldn’t ever be, because his heart had long been destroyed.
I’ll never hurt her, I’ll make her the happiest girl on earth, Kyr had vowed to himself. And in his arrogance, it had never occurred to his mind that she would have the same power over him, never imagined she would be capable of hurting him...until the day he saw her packing.
Knowing that her godparents were out for the night, attending the local bingo, he had gone straight up to her room, intending to surprise Polly. But he was the one surprised instead, finding her folding her clothes and neatly placing them in her opened suitcase.
“What does this mean?”
Pollyanna whirled around with a gasp, and she paled at the way the billionaire was looking at her, standing still and stiff by the doorway.
“Kyr, what is it?” she asked worriedly. Seeing his gaze trained on the opened suitcase on her bed, she said awkwardly, “But you always knew, right?”
“And us?” He hated himself for asking, and he hated her for giving him no choice.
“You’ll visit me...right?” When he didn’t answer, she stammered, “I would visit you if I could afford it, but I can’t, so—-”
“What if you find someone else?”
She started to laugh but stopped when she realized he was serious. “B-but Kyr...” She glanced at him helplessly. He was Kyrillos Gazis. A man so beautiful and sexy it hurt to look at him, a man so exciting to be with it just had her head spinning every time she thought about all the time she had spent with him.
“You don’t really think I can be unfaithful to you?” she asked shakily.