Scorned (23 page)

No man was going to treat me like this, even if I gave him permission to be his sex puppet for a few days, he’d at least give me some sort of respect. There were instances where he would say something that would be disrespectful, but I knew, deep down, his need matched mine, that he was doing it out of passion. What had happened just now was something else. He was being hateful on purpose because he wanted to hurt me.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you yet!” he roared, his mood volatile.

I was still walking towards the closet, needing to cover myself when I shot him down. “Well, too bad because I’m done with you!”

A loud yelp came from me when I was grabbed by the shoulder and spun around to face him. “
What did you just say?
” he said through clenched jaws, about to lose it.

My left hand found the base of my throat, wondering what the hell was going on. “I said…” I stuttered. “I’m done with you,” I said, out of breath.

“Tell me again!” he demanded, eyes not leaving me as he caged me in the corner of the entrance to the walk-in closet.

Licking my lips, I searched his eyes. “Dimitris—please.”

“Tell me again, Lindsey! Fucking drill it into my head,” he pressed on.

“I’m done with you.” I closed my eyes. Tears were slowly forming as my body tensed when I felt his palm against my heart.

“Open your eyes.” I did, nervously so. “Look at me. Look into me—do you see the man you once vowed to be with forever?” he asked in a tone that was so low, it sent shivers all over me.

Shaking my head in response, I uttered, “No.”

“Good. That man is gone,” he declared, lifting me as he entered me in the roughest fashion. A low groan came from me when he slid my body against the wall while he pummeled in and out of my channel, purring from his invasion. I was a few strokes away, tightening around his length, when he stopped, acting like the demented brute that he was. “Dimi, please. You’re being cruel!”

I didn’t know what came over me, but when I saw his gaze drop on my lips, I just couldn’t help kissing him. His slightly parted lips were unresponsive, but I didn’t care. I wanted him, so I did. I kissed him like he was the only man for me while I writhed against his shaft lodged deeply inside. He was so big—even if he wasn’t moving—the pleasure it gave me was still amazing. “Oh! Oh!” I panted out on his lips while my leg opened a little wider, the other hooked against his hip as I sought my own pleasure. “I’m close,” I gasped, almost shrilling, begging for him to end my agony.

Dimitris groaned, taking charge as he carried me to the closet’s circular lounger, placing me in the middle before pounding me into the furniture. “Do you love my cock, my beautiful slut?”

Seriously?
“Yes!”

“Do you love what I’m doing to you? Making you mine?” he continued, drilling me hardcore. I had already come twice.

I was all over the place, gripping him, holding him, stroking him and kissing him while I lavished on the beautiful thing he was giving me. “More than anything.”

“Do you love me?”

Wait,
what?
Dimitris was staring into me while fucking me at the same time, waiting.
Shit
. “Yes,” I whispered shakily.

Something flashed in his eyes before the feral look appeared. “I want to hear you say it, moan it and scream it while I fuck you.”

“I love you.” So much.

“Louder.” Pace picking up, rocketing me to Heaven at a whirlwind rate.

“I love you, Dimi,” I screamed it louder, making the sound of my own voice ring in my ears.

“Better, but not enough!”

Oh my God, he was acting crazy! “I love you, so much,” I repeated over and over again, deafening us both before our bodies took over, roaring waves one after another in quick, electrifying speeds.

He bellowed wretchedly, coming into me, panting against my lips, riding the beautiful madness with me. My head thumped on the cushion and I was about to pass out when I felt his gaze. Slowly lifting my head, my eyes questioned him.

Dimitris froze, pausing before locking me in hell. “Liar,” he gritted out before pulling out of me and going straight into the bathroom, running himself a shower.

~L~

I woke up without him again, but this time, there were no messages or invitations issued for me to join him for lunch. When the clock struck midnight and he still wasn’t back, I conceded and went to bed, feeling like the world was on my shoulders because they felt heavy, hot and unbearable.

I didn’t know what time he came back, but when I felt the covers being lifted and a hot body sliding close to me, I was beyond relieved that he had come back, at last. “Where were you?”

“Go back to sleep. We’ll speak tomorrow,” he spoke, not glancing at me before he turned on his side, away from me.

Yes, the message was loud and so very clear. I was being dispensed slowly. I had just gotten the memo, thank you very much. Since right now was today already, I needed to know the details of my departure. “What time is my flight tomorrow? I don’t remember for some reason.”

Sex was phenomenal, but I was hurting inside. The past couple of nights were enough. I would still see him whenever he wanted, but I needed to be away from here. Even though Claudine was “accommodating” when it came to his sexual needs, I couldn’t help being bitter that I was the one waiting. Knowing how I felt about him, it was painful to realize that I was just a body to fill the void before he went back to her.

Dimitris took his time before finally answering my question, “You don’t remember it because I never said anything.”

Of course he didn’t. As long as it didn’t involve his dick, he didn’t care much at all. “Could you tell me when then? I have to set my alarm and call someone to get me when I arrive.”

I could hear him call someone on his phone, speaking harshly as he demanded something from the person. After less than five minutes, I got what I needed. “You can leave whenever you want the day after tomorrow, my pilot will be on standby.”

“Okay, thanks,” I mumbled, dying a thousand deaths inside.

There were no bids of goodnights and sweet dreams. We slept apart. Dimitris was careful not to touch me. The old Lindsey would’ve grabbed him and demanded answers, but this new, troubled me was hesitant because if he shut me down, I doubt my self-confidence could ever recover. Coming here to see him had been a gamble, but I wasn’t sure if I should all-in with my pride, too, since my heart, body and soul already belonged to him.

Chapter 28

The next day was the same drab affair. It was all me, myself and I trying to not have a mental breakdown when I didn’t hear from him. I also tried not to think about the fact that not once did he reach for me last night.

My hopes of him coming home for dinner, yet again, were dashed when he didn’t show up for my last night in Greece. It only proved the fact that he was through or maybe he had gotten his fill somewhere else. For all I knew, he probably flew to Paris last night and had Claudine all night long.

Raging mad? Hell yes.

Do I want to hurt him for making me wait in vain? Fuck yes.

Will I take him back if he asked me to be with him? In a heartbeat.

Hopeless, suited me quite well enough.

~L~

Alone in bed, I woke up with a heavy heart, knowing that I would be leaving today, not knowing if he was going to see me off or not. The clock indicated that it was almost lunchtime. Since he had said that his pilot was on standby, I wanted to leave after I ate a small meal.

I suppose my life would be just like that plane; on standby for Dimitris, ready and willing whenever he wanted me. At this point, I loved him so much he could ask anything of me and I wouldn’t decline it. Also, I wanted to make amends from my past mistakes. I knew sex wouldn’t be enough to make up for all the damage I’d caused him, but it was a starting point.

Now, freshly dressed, I was leaning over the mirror, applying my gloss when he appeared in my view. I immediately noticed the roguish look he had with the stubble on his face. Sexy Greek.

“Hello. Are you back for lunch?” I asked, returning to my application of my make-up. After a few minutes without a reply, I glanced at him again. He was just watching me, nothing more. “Is something the matter?” I cautiously asked, afraid of what would come out of his mouth.

Dimitris met my eyes in the mirror, emotionless. “Yes, I’m not ready for you to leave, yet.”

I was all packed, ready to go, and I didn’t understand what he was saying at all. “But I thought you said that the pilot will be ready today? Why would you say that when you’re not ready for me to leave yet?” I asked, baffled.
Why haven’t you touched me for the past two nights?
My heart silently, added.

The monotonous man kept on going, “I want you to leave, but watching you right now, I realized that I’m not ready to let you go, yet. I need a few more days before I let you walk away, forever. What we have is great sex and I love it more than anything. The promise I asked you… doesn’t matter anymore. You’re free to be with anyone once you leave my home.”

What happened?
Was it Claudine?
It had to be. “What’s changed? Are you having sex with
her?
”

“No. I haven’t, but what you and I have is not something I’d want to carry on when I commit to someone.”

“
You’re committing to who?
Claudine? I thought you said you guys had an open relationship?”

“She threw an ultimatum this afternoon.”

He was choosing her. I nodded. I got it, I did. “I—I need a moment to myself, please. I need to think.”

“I’ll be on the patio. Don’t be long, Thea made your favorite.”

Yeah, a death sentence that came complete with my last meal.

Chapter 29

Dimitris had to go to London for the rest of the afternoon so I stayed indoors, mending and wondering how the hell I had managed to agree to his “extra few days” of being enslaved to him while remaining sane.

I was in the living room, lounging as I listened to some jazz, reading the thriller novel I’d been meaning to read when a snake interrupted my moment of relaxation.

“I see you’re quite comfortable in my future home. Enjoy it for another day because you won’t be stepping foot here again.” Claudine appeared into view, looking polished and catty.

How did she get in here? I hadn’t heard the doorbell. “What are you doing here? Dimitris is not here.”

“I know. He’s in London. I came here specifically to see you, Lindsey. Don’t you think it’s time to let go of your lost toy? You’ve forsaken Dimitris for a long time and then, the minute you hear he’s happy with me, you come back to pry your way in. Look at you, though, you’re his whore while he hasn’t promised you anything.” Claudine walked slowly, stepping before me, poised and determined. “You know why? Because he promised it to me.” She extended a hand, showing the reason why as she displayed the enormous engagement ring she was wearing. “I’m taking over as Mrs. Kosta soon. Are you sure you want to be around for that? I suggest you go home. I took the liberty of booking you a flight back. It’ll be leaving in the next hour and half. So, you best get your move on… unless you still want to be a whore to an engaged man.”

She’s lying! “I don’t believe you. Dimitris never said anything about going to Paris to see you.”

Claudine rolled her eyes, looking at me like I was the dumbest person she had ever encountered. “Who said I’ve been living in Paris? Dimitris bought me a penthouse. I’ve been in Athens while you chased my man around. You’re getting really pathetic.”

“I don’t want to hear anymore lies.” I stood up, ready to leave and hide upstairs when she unleashed her final barb.

Claudine snorted, tickled with laughter. “Where do you think he’s been when he’s not fucking you? Have you ever wondered that? That’s all you’re good for—his plaything to visit once he needs to scratch a filthy itch—that need to feel like an animal once in awhile because that’s all you’re good for. Of course, you’re welcome to stay around when our engagement gets announced in the next few days. I’d have to convince him to house you somewhere else because I don’t want a whore around my house.” The stupid bitch had the audacity to give me a little wave before leaving me in a state of panic.

I was paralyzed, but my heart was breaking, so badly.

It’s over
.

I thought I had a few more days with him, but after seeing that ring and knowing of his nightly visits to her, I just couldn’t stay. No matter how much I loved him, I couldn’t be around when any of this wedding stuff happened.

He did say he only needed a few more days before he was ready to let me walk away. Well, I’m taking hold of my destiny now and I didn’t want to be a part of that.

I’d had enough.