The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire (7 page)

There wasn’t even time to breathe, to say hello, or to think about what was going to happen next.

Damen Leventis simply kissed her like she had always been his.

Honestly – she liked it that way.

It made her feel like all the time she had been dreaming of belonging to him, her Greek billionaire had also been dreaming about possessing her.

Damen had expected Mairi to protest, to perhaps pretend she was offended, frightened, or stunned at the fierceness of his need for her. But instead she became completely willing in his arms, her lips parting willingly even as she kissed him back with seemingly untutored passion.

He cupped her face, deepening his kiss as he did. His tongue pushed in, tasting her and becoming addicted to the sweetness of her in an instant. She whimpered against his lips, as if begging for a reprieve but that only made Damen kiss her harder. There was no fucking reprieve – not this time…not when his body was aching almost violently in his need to take her.

She gasped for breath when he finally released her mouth, and then she gasped again when his lips moved down, followed by his hands. As he nuzzled her neck, his hands cupped her breasts, fondling and kneading them like they were made for his touch.

Mairi arched her neck, her ability to speak or think blown away by the force of Damen’s passion. The simplest kiss, the briefest touch – all of it was more than enough to set her body on fire. And now, with his hands delving into the cups of her bra, his fingers gripping her bare breasts – the sensations it evoked were beyond anything she could imagine.

She had read about this so many times. She knew everything that could happen between a man and a woman, but the knowledge hadn’t prepared her for the reality. Oh, it so did not.

There was nothing as sexy as the harsh breathing sounds Damen made as he impatiently threw her blouse to the floor and tore her bra away, nothing as thrilling as the way his gaze devoured every inch of her, making Mairi feel like she wasn’t the too-curvy nerd she had always felt she was all her life.

Oh, and nothing – there was just nothing that could compare to the sheer pleasure she felt when he whispered to her, “You’re the hottest little thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

Mairi shuddered.

Oh, oh, dear – she really was falling hard and fast for Damen Leventis.

Damen groaned at the way Mairi’s breasts quivered when her body started to tremble. He snatched her back to his lap, his cock rising demandingly against his pants as Mairi automatically straddled him. He gritted out, “I’m not going to fuck you here. You deserve better than this – but at least let me make you come now.” It was the only way to stay sane until they reached the secluded villa he had booked for the rest of the week.

She swallowed.

He groaned again. “Dio, Mairi, didn’t I warn you not to swallow like that? You make me want to fuck your beautiful mouth.”

She was halfway to swallowing again when she realized what she was doing. “I can’t help it,” Mairi admitted nervously. Between her legs, Damen’s cock felt too long, too hard, and just too impossibly large to fit inside her. It made her move restlessly but she stopped when Damen growled.

“Stop moving!”

She froze, her thighs automatically pressing together, causing her mound to rub against his cock.

“Fuck.” He was too fucking close now. “Tell me I can make you come now.” His voice was rough and commanding, and she loved it.

Mairi whispered, “Yes.”

The word was barely out of her mouth when Damen moved with incredible speed. The next thing she knew, she was on her back with her skirt unzipped and he was pulling it down her legs.

Oh. My. God.

This was really happening.

It was really happening.

Damen was working on her silk panties now, pulling it down just as swiftly. But instead of throwing it on the floor, he stuffed it inside his pants pocket.

He caught her confused frown as her panties disappeared into his pocket. “It’s mine now.”

Her eyes widened, as if she had never heard someone say something like that to her. She looked so innocent he almost believed her. But then he remembered how she was with Ioniko Vlahos and he pushed the thought away. She was simply playacting. If anything, he was likely the first of her dozens of lovers to even take the time to explain his plans with her underwear.

Mairi whimpered, trying to close her legs when Damen’s gaze centered on the core of her womanhood. “Please don’t stare,” she begged.

She sounded extremely embarrassed.
Maybe none of her past lovers had ever gone down on her
, Damen thought with a frown. “Relax, darling,” he said gently, running a calming hand against the silky softness of her leg. He bent down, his chest pressing down on her breasts as he took her lips, kissing her luxuriously until he felt her relaxing.

Releasing her lips once more, Damen kissed his way down, making her giggle when he bit her neck playfully and then making her sigh when he cupped her breasts. A moan escaped Mairi’s lips as Damen took one nipple into his mouth.

Every cell of Mairi’s body centered in that one spot as Damen continued sucking, slowly at first before he sucked on her nipple harder, the sounds he made making her arch her body. She wanted more of it – she wanted
everything
he could give and she started feeling restless, needing to get closer to him. Her arms started to move almost involuntarily. She started stroking his back, loving its golden smooth hardness before eventually moving up to touch his beautiful thick hair.

When Damen moved to her other nipple, this time surprising her by clamping the tip between his teeth, Mairi let out a little shriek of pleasure. Her fingers sank into his hair and then she was gripping him hard, arching her body closer to his mouth.

“Please,” she begged. She knew what she wanted but she just couldn’t find the words to say it.

Thankfully, Damen seemed to understand her. She moaned in protest when he released her nipple but she started to tense when, after placing one gentle kiss on each of her breasts, Damen was again moving down, his lips making her body shake as it moved past her belly.

“No!” Instinctively, Mairi tried to clamp her legs together. She just wasn’t ready for that kind of kiss yet.

But Damen, being the alpha Greek billionaire she had wanted him to be and was, laughed, the sound dark and triumphant. “Remember what you said, Mairi?” he purred as he pushed her legs wide open, her strength a puny match when pitted against his.

“If you meet me today, you would be mine – and that means following my every word. Do you remember that?”

“Yes.” The word was pried out of her in a little whimper. Mairi closed her eyes, her head tossing restlessly from side to side as she felt her body go up in flames under his gaze.

She felt Damen bending down again, and Mairi bit her lip hard as his breath fanned the folds of her womanhood. “Ready, darling?” he whispered.

“Ye----aaah!” There was no warning whatsoever. Suddenly, his tongue was there, licking and then thrusting inside, completely possessing Mairi.

She clutched his shoulders. “Damen…Damen…Damen…” His tongue didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her. Mairi’s legs started to tremble, falling wide open, but still he didn’t stop.

“
Damen!”

It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Understanding the need threading Mairi’s voice and knowing that he alone could satiate it, Damen didn’t stop fucking her pussy with his tongue even as he reached for her clit. Twist, pinch, press----

“DAMEN!” She screamed as she shattered, little sobs coming out of her mouth as her legs twisted around his neck, her hips moving up to keep his tongue in her pussy. He dug his hands under her bottom and covered her with his mouth, lapping up every drop of her come.

When she opened her eyes, feeling like she was still floating, Mairi found herself cradled in Damen’s lap, his silvery gray gaze all sensual heat as he studied her.

“Hi.”

Damen’s lips twitched, the dreamy tone of her ‘hi’ now familiar. He returned solemnly, “Hi.” He caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “You were amazingly passionate.”

She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds like a nice way of saying I was so…” Mairi blushed. “…horny.”

“And that,” he deadpanned.

She gasped.

Damen smiled. “But your passion did blow me away. I liked it. A lot.”

She could only smile back at him, totally dazzled.

“But you know…”

She tensed a little at the way his voice dropped a notch. “You know…what?”

Damen moved forward, his lips touching her ears as he said, “That was just a taste. You know that, don’t you? I still have to fuck you, Mairi – and I’m going to do it the second I have you alone in my room.”

Lesson 6

To catch a Greek billionaire is in many ways no different from catching any man you fancy.

She said: What I mean is, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.

He said: Says the girl who told me she loved me after I fed her a 300-gram steak.

(Note to editor: Please edit 300 to 150. Please. I mean it.)

“It’s okay to admit you’re hungry.” For all intents and purposes, Damen shouldn’t give a damn about whether the woman he was dating was on a diet or not. Most of the time, they
were
on a diet but wouldn’t admit to it since in their twisted little brains, admitting to dieting was equivalent to admitting they were overweight.

But this was Mairi, and her stomach had growled repeatedly even after she finished her soup and salad in record time.

She shook her head, red-faced. This would teach her
not
to skip a meal before meeting with a man she very well knew was determined to take her to bed. She couldn’t make herself meet Damen’s gaze at the moment, instead letting her eyes roam around the elegant décor of the villa’s dining room.

Damen told her he had rented it for the week, and in the same sentence he had also told her that he expected her to sleep there – in his bed – every night for the rest of his stay in Oneroi.

Growl.

She winced.

Damen said gently, “Mairi---”

She forced herself to look at Damen, pasting a bright smile on her face. “I didn’t hear anything.” She peered up at the waiter, whom Damen had solemnly vowed to her knew how to keep his mouth shut. “Did
you
hear anything?”

The waiter, a man who looked to be in his late teens, tugged at his bowtie uneasily. “Err…”

Mairi looked at Damen with a triumphant smile. “See? He didn’t hear anything either.”

He shook his head. “Enough, darling. You
will
eat and you shall eat now. If you do not want to order for yourself then I shall order for you.” He spoke to the waiter, giving the orders in a decisive tone.

When the waiter left them on their own, her shoulders slumped. “Sorry.”

“There’s nothing wrong about taking pleasure in food.”

“It is when I’m eating more than you are,” she told him seriously.

He barked out in laughter.

“Aren’t you going to join me? Please?”

“After.”

She frowned. “After what?”

“After I make love to you. I am usually ravenous after I have sex.”

At his unexpected words, Mairi nearly dropped the glass of water she had lifted to her lips. “Oh.”

The waiter came back half an hour later, and he looked a lot more relaxed when Mairi didn’t make any further attempt to get him to choose between her and the famous and powerful Greek billionaire seated on the other side of the table.

Mairi’s mouth started to water as the waiter set dish after dish of the most delicious creations in front of her. Oh, oh dear. It was food porn at its worst and she was in danger of salivating.

“Would it make it easier for you if I leave you to your meal and do a little work?”

She totally had no pride left by the time the waiter lifted the silver tray with a flourish and revealed a huge slab of steak, its wonderful scent making her swallow several times. Looking up at Damen, she said baldly, “It would be a huge help.”

Damen was still smiling when he reached the study where he had temporarily set up office. He made the necessary phone calls, delegating as was necessary and enforcing his command in situations where only his ruthlessness could save the day.

“Your mother called again, Mr. Leventis,” Bart, his secretary, said awkwardly when Damen asked if he had anything else to say.

Damen bit back a curse. “What does she want?”

“I believe she wants to set a date for the meeting between your family and the Kokinos.”

“All right,” he said finally. “Set a date anytime next week. We might as well get this over with. Anything else?”

“Not anymore, sir.”

“Good. I am taking as much time off as possible this week, so do your best to keep everything under your control. Let everyone know that I will
not
be pleased if I were disturbed.”

Bart gulped. “Yes, sir.”

After the call, Damen checked the time, decided forty-five minutes was more than enough for Mairi to enjoy her meal, and made his way back to the dining room.

The food had been cleared away and Mairi was nowhere in sight. Frowning, he went to the bedrooms and still didn’t find any sign of her. “Mairi?”

“I’m here.”

The voice came from downstairs and he quickly made his way towards it, eventually finding Mairi in the villa’s patio, which was designed like an oasis in a desert. It had sand-colored walls, ocean-tiled floors, and an all-glass ceiling.

As for Mairi, she was right in the middle of it, seemingly busy preparing --- Damen walked closer. He raised a surprised brow. “You are preparing coffee?”

“Just the way Greeks like you want it.” Mairi was nervous, proud, and excited at the same time as she handed him a cup of steaming coffee, its aroma exquisite enough to have Damen nod in approval.

He took a sip.

And then he took another, a longer one this time. “How did you know how to prepare this kind of coffee?” Damen sounded impressed.