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)
“Oh,” she mutters. “Duh. Wherever we go, they go.”
Reaching over, I clutch her thigh over her dress. “Not everywhere.”
She lets out a breathy laugh before covering my hand with hers. “I can live with that.”
Adrian is droning on about the hotel Estevan is staying at and I’m trying to stay focused. It’s just Talia has changed into a skimpy bikini and is rooting around in the refrigerator looking for something. Adrian, a wise man, keeps his gaze averted. I, however, can’t take my eyes off her ass that’s barely covered in the white fabric. When she finds a bottle of water and closes the door with her hip, making her tits jiggle in the tiny triangles, I’ve had enough.
“Time to go, Adrian,” I growl.
“Yes, sir,” he responds with a chuckle and slips from the kitchen without another word.
“Can we go swimming now?” Talia asks, her blue eyes flickering with wickedness despite the innocent look she has plastered on her face. As if she didn’t just seduce my dick into canceling my meeting to go chase after her fine ass.
“We can,” I say as I stand. “I need to change first.”
The dirty girl watches me with rapt fascination as I trade my three-piece suit for a swimsuit. It’s fucking cute when her cheeks burn bright red when I give her a preview of my dick.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’ll never get to swim.”
She bites on her bottom lip. Adorable as hell. “I mean, we can swim later.”
“Nah, it’ll get cool. Let’s go down to the ocean before the sun sets.”
Grabbing her hand, I guide her out of the small house and down the series of wooden staircases on the side of the cliff. As soon as our feet hit the small round rocks, I inhale the salty air and exhale the past week’s worth of stress.
Even villains need a fucking vacation.
Talia kicks off her flip-flops and gingerly runs along the rock-covered beach to the cerulean water. The waves lap at the shore in a soft, rhythmic way. Her blond hair flutters in the wind and she looks over her shoulder, smiling at me. I wish I could capture this moment. Freeze it into a frame to look at when the world is weighing heavily.
She makes me soft.
Inside.
My dick is achingly hard.
But my heart? I’m drawn to her. I want to own and spend hours exploring her. I’m happy as fuck that she’s mine now.
“Come on, Kostas,” she calls out before turning back to stare at the Mediterranean Sea.
I kick off my boat shoes and prowl after her, the rocks making me wince each time I step on a sharp one. She’s already knee-deep in the ocean by the time I make it to her.
“It’s warm,” she tells me when I wrap my arms around her from behind.
“Want me to make it hotter?”
She laughs, tilting her head to allow me access to her bare neck. I kiss her soft flesh. “By all means, make it hotter.”
I nip at her throat as my palms slide to her breasts. Her breath hitches when I pull the tiny triangles of fabric down to reveal her hard nipples. A small moan escapes her when my thumbs run over the hardened nubs.
“It would seem that we’re both very hard for one another,” I tease as I pinch her nipples and rub my erection against her ass.
“Very,” she breathes.
“Your body is practically begging for mine.” I bite her neck again. “Don’t you think?”
“It is. But you never give in. In a couple of days, if you still haven’t, it’ll be too late.”
I slide a palm down her flat stomach and inch my middle finger down into the fabric of her bikini bottoms. She sucks in a harsh breath of anticipation. Before I go any farther, I find her ear with my mouth.
“Why will it be too late, wife?”
She groans, rubbing her ass against me as if to encourage me. “B-Because.”
I slide my finger farther down, just between the lips of her pussy to tease at her clit. “Hmmm?”
“I’ll be on my period then,” she murmurs. “You can’t have sex with me then.”
Biting on her earlobe, I sink my finger farther down and push into her soaked opening. A kitten-like mewl purrs from her. Fuck, she’s tight around my finger. She’s going to strangle my cock.
“You think a little blood scares me off?” I rumble, finger-fucking her in a teasing way.
“I, uh…”
I slide my finger out of her and rub the wet tip over her clit again. Her hips rock in tandem with my movements as she eagerly seeks release.
“What, Mrs. Demetriou? Please enlighten me with your answer.”
“It doesn’t gross you out?”
“Nothing with you will gross me out. I already wiped away the only gross thing about you when I wed you in that chapel. Your last name. The new one is pretty fucking fabulous if I do say so myself.” I suck on her neck and then let go with a loud popping sound. “I’m going to fuck you whenever the need arises, zoí mou.”