Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110771 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
I close my eyes. I know I’m going to give in to Marco. It’s always been him for me. I don’t know why, and I can’t explain it. It just is. I just hope that when I do, Marco doesn’t break my heart, because he has that power. My father didn’t because he never worked to get in my heart. But Marco? He slid into my heart when I was young and also without a reason why. I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame, knowing he could hurt me, but needing to get closer to him just the same.
Yes, he got in my heart and did it in a way that I’ve never been able to get him out and likely never will.
Chapter 17
Helena
Two Weeks Later
Two weeks. I can hardly believe it. I’ve been living in Marco’s home for two weeks. These last two weeks have been the best of my life. We haven’t made love, but our make out sessions are getting pretty intense. I know it’s coming. I also know that Marco is only holding back because he wants me to be the one to push it to the next step. I know that he recognizes the hurt he’s caused by keeping me on the outskirts of his life and trying to make up for that. He's taking his time, despite the fact that he obviously wants me—and God, do I want him. It’s getting to the point, holding back is painful, so I know I’m giving in. We sleep together every night and despite his busy work schedule he never fails to spend the evenings with me. Sometimes we go out, but my favorite thing is when we just lay in the bed, snuggled together and talking. Sometimes it’s about silly things, sometimes not, but all of it feels good. He’s even encouraging me to work if that’s what I want. I thought he’d try to go all bossy, but he didn’t. He saw it was important to me and instead, encouraged me. That’s something my father never did—not once.
Never.
It gave me enough courage that I mentioned to him that a local gallery in town was looking for an office manager and I’ve been wanting to apply. I have an art degree and I love working in that field, I’ve always wanted to try. Marco slid his hand against my cheek, letting his thumb brush against my skin—something he does a lot—and told me, “Whatever you want, Princess. I want you to be happy.”
There was such tenderness on his face and shining in his eyes. It reminded me of the gentle way he spoke to Melina when I was younger—that moment when I watched and wanted that for myself even if I didn’t understand it.
That’s when it hit me. I had it. Marco was giving me what I always wanted. It was in my grasp, and it was everything.
Tonight, we’ve been alone, his brothers still out and we’re having dinner. Once again, I’m in his lap and he’s feeding me. I don’t know why he enjoys it, but the God’s honest truth is that I’m starting to enjoy it just as much as him. So, I decided to quit fighting it. That explains why I’m currently curled in his lap, letting my man feed me. We had stuffed peppers for dinner and now he’s hand feeding me Feta cheese that has been wrapped and baked in phyllo dough and honey dripped over it.
I’ve had it before but having it with Marco is different. It’s erotic and intense. My body feels heated all over and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me. The insides of my thighs are wet, and I know he’s aware I’m aroused. I wouldn’t even know how to begin to hide it.
“I’m getting full,” I murmur, my gaze trapped by his dark, intense one.
“Find room, baby. I’m enjoying myself,” he purrs.
“Okay,” I answer, having the strangest urge to giggle. I know Marco sees my reaction because the blue specks in his eyes deepen.
God, he’s beautiful.
“What would you like to do after dinner?” he asks, surprising me. Joy unfurls inside of me, knowing that this is just more proof that he’s trying. He’s making an effort for me… for us.
“I wouldn’t say no if you’d walk along the shore with me. I want to feel the sand between my toes.”
“I offered my baby dinner at the best restaurant in Greece. I even offered to put her in my jet and take her anywhere she wanted, and she picked dinner at home with me and a walk on the shore.”
I start to get worried. I don’t want to disappoint him. Then, I see his eyes and the way he’s looking at me and I melt into him even more. He likes my choices. What’s more, every day that passes indicates he likes me. A lot.