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)
No more scared Talia. I’m the wife of Kostas Demetriou, the biggest mobster in Greece, and it’s time I start acting like it.
The door opens and in walks Kostas. Once he’s in our bedroom, he sheds each article of clothing from his body until he’s naked. His beautiful, masculine body completely on display. “I see you’re waiting in bed for me, zoí mou.” Kostas grins devilishly as he stalks over to the bed, his thick cock bobbing between his muscular legs. I find myself salivating like Pavlov’s dog at the sight of him. “I don’t have a lot of time before my meeting, but we have just enough for me to make you come a couple of times.”
And with his words, all thoughts of Aris are pushed out of my head. I’m back in the warm, safe waters with my husband, right where I want to be.
Kostas
“I’m coming with you.”
I stare at my wife with her mussed up blond hair and swollen lips. I thought I could distract her into staying, but I should have known better. She looks good in my bed. Sated, just-fucked, relaxed. Her tits are on full display, proudly showing off the red and purple marks I left on her with my mouth.
Claimed.
She looks claimed and owned.
The possessive animal within me roars with pride. It also wants to chain her to the bed and leave her there until I’m ready for her again.
But Talia has an animal of her own and it hates to be caged. Her animal likes to prowl about trying to see what sort of trouble she can drum up. If she’s going to be out of my bed, then she may as well be with me.
“It could get messy,” I challenge with a hard glare. No matter how much she thinks she wants to watch her father suffer, it’s always different when it comes down to it. My methods are brutal and unconventional. I won’t go easy on him.
“I’ve seen messy,” she huffs out as she climbs from the bed.
My dick jumps in my slacks at seeing her naked body prancing in front of me like a little treat just begging to be devoured.
“You’ve seen messy with work shit. But you haven’t seen messy from personal shit,” I grind out, my eyes fixated on her ass as she bends to pull underwear from her drawer. Red marks from my fingertips still dot her tanned skin at her hips where I held on tight as I fucked her hard.
She slides on the silky white panties that look virginal on her, and she frowns at me. “He put me in this situation and then paid to have me kidnapped. If you’re going to interrogate him, I want to come with. I have questions of my own.” Her chin lifts in a regal way that makes me want to kiss the fire out of her.
“Fine, little badass. Get dressed and let’s go.” I cock my head to the side as I admire her marked flesh since it’s proudly being shown to me. “He won’t get any favors from me simply because he’s your dad. You do realize this.”
She pulls on some yoga pants, still leaving her tits for me to salivate over. “Kostas, I know you. I know what you’re capable of. And I’m still going.”
Sadly, she pulls on a bra and then a tank top. Her sexy curves are not hidden behind fabric. If I didn’t have this motherfucker waiting on me, I’d rip her clothes off again and fuck her until she passes out.
“Stop looking at me like you’re going to eat me,” she grumbles. “My thighs are raw from your scruff. No more eating.”
I snort and motion for the door. “That’s a promise I can’t make. When it comes to you, I’ll never get enough.”
She slides on her tennis shoes and shakes her head at me before taking my hand. “You say that super sweetly, but it’s kind of psychotic if we’re being honest.”
“What you see is what you get with me,” I remind her. “Psychopath and all. And if you’re not only married to me, but also enjoy getting fucked all hours of the day by said psychopath, what does that make you, hmmm?”
“Dumb.”
I let out a chuckle as we step outside. “It makes you a psychopath too, zoí mou. Own it. You’re not the same woman who stepped onto Crete.” I give her hand a squeeze. “You’re one of us now.”
She doesn’t argue, simply rests her head against my arm as we walk.
The drive to the groundskeeper’s house isn’t long, and soon we’re walking down into the cellar hand in hand. When we reach the bottom, anger bursts up inside me to find the chair empty and no one tied to it.
“What the fuck?” I roar, my fury aimed at Basil.