Scorned (7 page)

His lips brushed against my ear. Each breath made me quiver in anticipation before I heard a sound of a zipper being opened. “Do you want to be a slut, Lindsey?” He cackled before shoving his cock into me at full force, making me gasp sharply as I lifted my chest off the ground, leaving any breath from my body behind me.

Mother hell…
more…

Dimitris didn’t move, his shaft dislodged halfway in my channel while he looked at my face, waiting. I tried to cajole his length to go deep inside, moving my hips in slight movements, giving him my approval to take me, however he remained unmoving. “Why aren’t you moving?” I wondered out loud after my actions didn’t prove effective.

“You haven’t answered my question.”

He was hell-bent on being a jackass, but I’d missed the feel of him therefore I had to bite the bullet and answer his stupid, condescending question. “Yes, I want to be a slut.
Satisfied?
”

Dimitris groaned, shoving his hardness into my wetness. “Satisfied? No, not by a fucking long shot.”

He was rough. With each thrust he gave me, a tingly impact was on my slit, driving me more insane with perfervid need. I wanted it all. I wanted more of his cock, more of
him
.

“You’re mine!” he bellowed, ripping the top part of my dress to expose my breasts for him to feast on as he pounded me to the ground, literally.

I yelped when he bit into my nipple instead of suckling it. He was a beast and I didn’t want him to take me any other way. He was orchestrating my body for his own needs, growling in hunger before he took hold of my hips and obliterated me completely.

“My wife!” he growled, both of our bodies synchronizing their release, before he covered his lips with mine as I screamed into his kisses from the intense earthquake that rumbled within me, unleashing it with a violent magnitude. It pushed me to a rocketing bliss, a sacred world where this man was the only one who could show me a fragment of Heaven in my world of Hell.

Elated, I let it engulf me, let it possess me, seize me and complete me. Wide-eyed, I stared into the stars above, panting as I tried to recover from my orgasm. I could still feel him throbbing, giving small spurts of his seed inside me as he gently rolled his hips, slowing down. What a gifted… I trailed off when I heard him.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered on my neck before pushing himself on his elbows to look at me properly. “Never a day passed that I didn’t wish to be with you.” I opened my mouth to talk, but he kissed it instead, hushing me. “I wanted you to know, but tonight, let’s not talk. We can communicate through our bodies.” He kissed me again, knowing that I wouldn’t be satisfied with just one.

~L~

The next day, I woke up alone in bed, more sore than I’d ever been before. Dimitris sought for me so many times last night that I lost count. I think he’d sleep for an hour or so and then reach out to me again.

I was in the shower when he joined me, divinely naked. Without any sort of greeting, at all, the Greek simply walked up to me and kissed me passionately, no holds barred. Moaning against his hot body, I circled my arms around his neck, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, not caring if the heavy pour of water from the showerhead mixed into our kiss.

Lost in the world of being his woman again, I wasn’t aware that we had moved until I felt the cold glass behind my back. Dimitris broke our kiss, hands and lips busy on my neck and breasts while I savored everything he gave me. This man, when it came to my body, took it to electrifying highs I didn’t know about.

“Dimi,” I moaned, reaching for his hair when I felt the tip of his tongue, parting my folds.

“Place your leg on my shoulder,
ómorfi̱ gynaíka mou. I want to taste you and your swollen pussy,” He instructed, tongue busy, eyes looking up to me—watching me writhe against him.

“Fuck! Baby!” I bucked, eyes like saucers when he started his whiplash. His tongue was a torque; rapid succ
essions of flicks and twists, sending astounding voltage of electrifying pleasure through me.

I didn’t last long; I never did when he used that torque-like technique he did and he knew it. It was one of my addictions when I was with him. The Greek simply knew how to use his gifted tongue and effortlessly knew his way into me, my weakness.

“Kaliméra.” He laughed, kissing me, letting me taste my essence on his tongue.

“Good morning,” I moaned against his lips, hanging on to him. His cock was right against my folds, hard and ready.

Dimitris rocked his hips, sliding it on my folds, but not penetrating. “Stay with me, for as long as you want… or until you leave.” He cupped my face, directing me with the turbulent impact of his eyes, melting my brain. “Lindsey?”

Chapter 9

“What happens to Claudine?” I croaked, asking the most important question of all.

He didn’t hesitate to respond. “I called her this morning. I told her that I had sex with you and that I wanted to be with you, for as long as you wanted me.”

I searched his face, not sure how to read him. “Could you really be okay with that? Will you let me walk away without remorse after six days?” We had great sex. Hell, it was the best sex of my life. If I could get as much of that before I left for LA, then I’d take it. However, if Dimitris couldn’t handle that, then I’d rather not.

“I have to be okay with it because I want you. I broke it off with Claudine in Paris because she’s not the one I wanted.” He noted my startled expression. “After that limo ride, I knew it would be impossible to resist you. Six days, is that all the time you want?”

Nodding, I answered him with honesty. “It’s all I can give you.”

“Then, we’ll make the best of those days. Maybe after this, I will have you out of my system.” He gave me a lazy smile, eyes not as bright as they used to be.

“Maybe.”

He kissed my forehead before leading me towards the water again, washing me thoroughly. “We have a meeting with the lawyers. They’ll come over before noon,” he informed me as he washed my breasts with a sponge and shower gel. “Are you up for it or do you want me to reschedule?”

Divorce lawyers, right. How the heck did I forget about them? “Of course, I’m up for it. That’s the reason for my being here in the first place.” Odd, how that major fact had slipped from my mind.

Dimitris and I were eating brunch when four people arrived to join us, interrupting the light mood we shared.

Dimitris ordered for Thea to bring some refreshments to his study before helping me up and kissing my forehead. “Ready?”

I think so. “Yeah, thanks,” I responded, giving him a small nod.

Now situated in his office, Dimitris sat next to me on a sofa while two of the four sat on either end and the other two before us in armchairs—I’m guessing they were the main hotshots and the other two were just sidekicks.

The middle-aged man with kind eyes, Nikos Kou—
too complicated to pronounce
-los, directed me a question. “Due to the older Mr. Kosta, Dimitris’s grandfather’s, interruption, we are at a standstill, but we can still finalize everything from your end; making sure you understand what you’re agreeing to, what needs to be signed and the list of things that you can’t do once this divorce becomes final. We haven’t heard from your lawyers, Mrs. Kosta. Any reason why? Did they not like the proposal?”

Mrs. Kosta?
Was he trying to be a douche here, knowing that we were signing divorce papers? WTF! “I don’t have any lawyers or one, for that matter. The reason being is that my family doesn’t know about this marriage and I’d like to keep it that way. If it’s possible, I’d like to just divorce Dimitris and not have the settlement. I already have four trust funds, I can do without his money.”

“We already spoke about this and you agreed to my terms. You can’t change your mind now!” Dimitris spoke next to my ear, hand on my thigh, not gripping but caressing.

Leaning against him, I hiss-whispered, just enough for him to hear me, but not the people around us. “This is in exchange for your proposal in the shower. We have to even this out.”

He growled, not pleased at all that I was willing to decline his millions and the properties he was handing to me. “You’re being difficult, Lindsey.”

“It’s the only way I know.” Sad, but it was damn true.

He cussed out with that whole hand gesture thing before leaning against the seat. “Grant her wishes. Give her whatever she wants,” he grumbled out, trying not to lose his temper. “Even in divorce, you disagree with everything I want.” I was freaked out when Dimitris started barking at the silent men, making them scramble to their feet before giving me a hasty goodbye.

Looking at the shut door then towards the man next to me, I asked, “What the fuck was that? Why did they leave?”

“To draft your new request, what else?” He glared at me while I tried to reason with him.

“It’s not so bad; we both get what we want, right?”

“Woman, you’re being delusional.” He sighed, getting up before offering his hand. Accepting it, I squeaked when he spun me around, bent me over with my stomach on the table, lifted my skirt and viciously yanked my underwear off before I heard the drop of his pants as they hit the floor. My splayed hands on the shiny, wooden table curled when he thrust inside me, deep and swift, into my sore and swollen walls. “I want this,” he hissed out, fucking me, pulling my hair and using it to maneuver his hardcore tempo. “I want you.” His grip on my hair was painful, but it added to the beauty of our mating and I was beyond wet as he pounded against my cervix. “All of you.
Do you hear me?
”

“YES!” I yelped, not caring about his question, but only with the gratification he was granting me. “Fuck me harder!”

I was a quivering mess when he pulled out and spun me onto my back, lifting me and placing me on the edge of the table. He kissed my collarbone as he took care of my dress, pealing it off my body. “Your beauty weakens me.”

Emotions were running high and I just wanted to be with him, in this room. Just for now, I wanted him. “Take me,” I whispered. I pulled his lips in for my kiss, giving my all. For the allotted time, I was going to be his and I wasn’t going to hold back. If we had to drown ourselves with lust and sex, then so be it. It was the best way to drown our sadness and sorrows.

“Beg for it,” the Greek Adonis commanded.

I reached down, grabbing his slick cock from my essence, stroking it as he groaned in pleasure. “I’m sore, but I still want you to pound me. I’m exhausted, but I’m salivating for more of you. I’m begging because I can’t get enough. This body is yours to do as you please. So own it. Fuck it. Punish it.” Aligning the thick head of his dick into my hole, I looked at the beautiful man, the man who loved me and never held back at anything when it came to me, the man I married, the man I vowed to be with forever. “Abuse it however you want,
o sýzygós mou.”
My husband
.

“Fuck!” he bellowed, filling me.

Together we rutted. Together we soared. Together we made our Heaven. Together we made our Hell.

But what a beautiful kind of Hell it was.

Chapter 10

“Don’t you have work to do?” I grumbled when I was woken up from our nap after that intense workout we had on his office table.

“I’m taking some time off work while you’re here. My father understood and thought it best as well.” He pulled me against his chest, kissing the back of my ear, using his leg to pull mine back so it would sandwich against his. “We have to get ready to go to Pappou’s dinner party tonight. It’s time you meet my entire clan.”

Shit. Dinner. His family. Shit. “So not looking forward to being criticized tonight. Besides, I don’t think I can walk. I can’t feel my legs.” Damn, when I said abused earlier, he took it seriously and went WHAM on my vagina. Didn’t he get that was just to entice him to fuck me well? I didn’t ask for him to cripple me. I could still feel the echo of him inside me, stretching and pounding my body.

“I did as you asked, agápi mou.”
My love
. “You know how much I love this body… I loved it when you called me your husband in Greek.” He nipped my neck, smiling. “You know how I get when you talk to me in Greek. You knew what was coming.”

That, I did. I bit back a smile, but ended up laughing when he took hold of my hips and cushioned my butt against his hard shaft. “Give my vagina a little breather, please.”

“I intend to. Want me to run you a bath? I’ll wash your aches away.” He groaned as he gently, humped my butt cheek.

Right, because he wasn’t hard at all. “Sure you are.”

He laughed before giving me a nice spanking. “I promise, agápi mou. Now let’s get you bathed before we arrive late to Pappou’s party.”

A little over an hour later, we were in his Aventador LP 700-4 Roadster. The car matched its owner—powerful, screaming of testosterone and had a big, insatiable stamina.

Hell if the Greek McHottie didn’t also look sexy as hell as he shifted gears; effortless in his display of skills, confident in everything he did.

“Stop staring at me; I can’t concentrate driving.” He glanced at me, beaming with pleasure.

“Quit being so full of yourself. You’re not that hot!” I teased, but didn’t believe my lies, not one little bit. I sat there, thinking of how he took me on that table, still feeling him in me after a couple of hours later and, even in my sore state, I wanted him again.