Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Kostas’s mouth leaves mine to watch as he enters me slowly, filling me with every inch of him. We both watch as we become one. When I’m filled to the hilt with him, he pulls out slowly.
“Do you see this?” he asks, already knowing I do. “Your cunt was made just for me.” My insides tighten at his dirty words, and he smirks. He pushes himself back into me, hitting my G-spot.
“Faster,” I beg, desperate to find my release. My breasts are heavy and my nipples are painfully erect. I need more, but he’s refusing to give it to me.
“There’s no rush, moró mou,” he purrs, continuing to push in and out slowly. Every time he enters me, the head of his cock hits me deep. Little by little, like a hurricane on the horizon, my orgasm builds higher and higher. With every thrust, I can feel it getting closer, gaining momentum.
Kostas finds my clit, and he massages it in circles, still watching as he enters me deeply and then draws out slowly. In and out. Bringing me to the precipice and then taking me away from the edge before I can fall.
“Kostas, please,” I beg. Can one die from being denied an orgasm? I’d rather not find out.
When his eyes meet mine, his gaze is filled with lust and love. Heat and desire. My back arches slightly, and my breasts are thrust in his face. He takes a nipple between his lips, and when he bites down on it, my body convulses in pleasure.
His thumb leaves my clit, and he cages me in, somehow filling me even deeper than before. That’s all it takes for my body to detonate. His mouth covers mine, muffling my screams of pleasure as he drives into me. My hips rise to meet his thrust for thrust as we both come completely undone.
My legs are shaking, and my body has gone limp. It takes a few minutes to calm my heavy breathing. Kostas pulls out of me and smirks at what I’m sure is his cum dripping between my legs. There’s no doubt he’s going to have me knocked up soon…and I can’t fucking wait.
Kostas
“You know what? Fuck him.” I scrub my palm down my face before leveling Adrian with a hard glare. “I’m done going after him. It’s what he wants.”
“No,” Adrian argues. “What he wants is to toy with you.”
It’s been days since we rescued our daughter. Days since we’ve used up all our energy looking for my brother. I’m over it, dammit.
“With what resources?” I demand. “I get that he could do that shit when he had access to the Demetriou fortune. When he had a bitch who worshiped the ground he walked on. When he had a fucking car. But now? He has fucking nothing. I’m done wasting precious time with my family to hunt down this motherfucker.”
“I’ll have Basil continue to probe his contacts. Just because you don’t want to actively search for him doesn’t mean we can’t still keep an eye out for him,” Adrian says.
A year ago, I would’ve fucked over a man with just my knife if he’d undermined my authority. Now, I think a little differently. Besides, Adrian means well and has my best interest at heart.
“You got anyone besides Basil?” I ask, irritation clipping my tone.
Adrian’s brows knit together. I know they’re like brothers, but brothers can fucking turn on you. I of all people know this. “Wesley is there. He’s one of my best and most trusted.”
“Give Wesley the same job. Then, we can compare notes on what information they give back to us.”
Adrian is clearly annoyed, but he nods before texting. While he busies himself with the affairs of the dark side of my business, I have to deal with the legit side. I call and make arrangements with the hotel manager, Carla. She’ll get started on hiring a construction crew to repair the damage Aris and Selene inflicted upon the hotel while also updating some areas of the hotel that need it. We’ll be down for the season, but our other hotels in Crete and Santorini will bring in plenty of profit.
“Where’s Phoenix?” I ask once he’s done firing off messages.
“Last I saw, he was out by the pool with the girls.”
I exit my office and make my way to the back door. As I exit, one of the men, Fowler, bows his head in respect. Phoenix stands by the pool like a sentry, looking more formidable than the five guards I have placed all over the backyard. He’s dressed in a suit that fits his style unlike that shitty stuff he and his father always wore. It’s like he belongs here. And I know he’d do anything to protect Talia.
Which makes him perfect for what I need him for.
Pushing through the door, I nod to him before walking over to the edge of the pool. Melody waves to me from a pool lounger. I crouch to give my wife a kiss and to grin at my daughter. She lets out a squeal of laughter, melting away all my anger and irritation. If I didn’t have so much shit to do, I’d go swimming with them. But, even bad guys have to fucking work.