The Art of Loving a Greek Billionaire (2 page)

This man had sacrificed so much for her.

The least she could do was be everything a woman in love should be.

Damen watched his lover gracefully walk towards him, carrying a tray that bore a cup of his favorite kind of coffee and a plate of Greek delicacies that he knew she had personally prepared for him as well.
 

She carefully placed the tray down on the coffee table, asking lightly, “Still busy?”

Damen closed the folder of the files he had been studying, all of them reflecting the downward trend of his company’s stocks. “I’m never too busy for you,” he said, beckoning for her to come close with one arm. When she was close enough, he pulled her swiftly towards him and captured her lips with a kiss.

Her arms went around his neck. His tension communicated itself to her, and wanting to relieve Damen of his stress, she pulled away, tiptoed, and whispered in his ear, “I have a request then.” She was already red-faced by the time she finished speaking, the thought of what she was about to ask making her feel faint.

Sensing her embarrassment, he gazed down at her in puzzlement. “Whatever you want, I will give it to you.” As he spoke the words, an insidious thought made its way to his mind, something so vile that he quickly pushed it away.

Mairi was squirming in his arms, and he welcomed the added distraction. Raising a brow, he asked, “Is it that hard to say?”

She wanted to tell him. She was sure he would be shocked, but she was sure he would be pleased, too. After all, he always loved it when she went wild for him.

Mairi opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

She swallowed and tried again.

Nothing came out still.

In frustration, she grabbed his mobile phone and, clicking the browser open, typed a URL that had Damen’s brow shooting up again. There were porn sites and then there were porn sites. The one Mairi had typed was something even he was not familiar with, and he was a man.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he murmured.

“Shut up,” she mumbled without looking up, knowing she’d lose her nerve if she did. She clicked—

Damen choked. “You are serious?”

Mairi gulped. “Yes.”

He made her look at him. “Why are you asking this of me?”
 

She said honestly, “I’ve always wanted to try it.” What she wouldn’t tell him was why she was asking him of it
now
, and she knew she wouldn’t ever tell him the reason.

He said slowly, “You are sure?”

If she said no, Mairi knew he would accept it. But the heat in his eyes told her that doing so would cost Damen. He might not admit it now, but he was definitely enamored by her idea.

Mairi said faintly, “Just please be gentle?”

Her words made him shudder. “When you say that, I’m more inclined to be rough with you,
matakia mou.
”

It was her turn to tremble, and she whispered, “When you say something like that, I kind of want you to be rough with me, too.”

Damen groaned.
Words.
They were just fucking words and yet he was instantly hard as a rock, every cell in his body urging him to sink his cock into her lush heat. Raking a hand through his hair, he gritted out, “One last time, Mairi. Are you sure?”

“Yes—”

There was no time to speak, Damen taking her lips once more the same time he scooped her up in his arms like she weighed no more than a feather. She closed her eyes, leaning her head against his chest as his lips released hers and moved down her neck. His hand was caressing her breast, teasing her nipple to life.

When she opened her eyes, they were already in their bedroom and Damen was lowering her onto the bed. He followed her right after, dealing swiftly with both of their clothes. This time, his gaze had become dangerously hot, making Mairi wonder nervously if she had perhaps bitten off more than she could chew.

“Damen—”

“No backing out now,” he growled. He flipped her around and then arranged her limbs so that she found herself on all fours.

Oh, daaaaaamn.

Had she really asked Damen Leventis to take her ass?

She must have been crazy.

“
Damen
.” His name came out as a whimper, but she wasn’t sure if it was because she was terrified or excited.

“Ssssh…”
 

He settled over her, his chest pressing against her back, and the heavy weight of him made Mairi breathless. Was this it? Was she ready?
 

She tensed when he started to move, knowing it would hurt but unable to say anything to prevent it. She whimpered again when she felt Damen palming the cheeks of her ass, lovingly, possessively. One hand settled on the small of her back and pushed.
 

Mairi obeyed, lowering herself until she was practically flat on the bed while her ass was up in the air. He moved away from her and she started to breathe, only to feel his hands back on her ass. Her breath caught in her throat as Mairi felt Damen’s fingers slowly prying the cheeks apart.

Ooooooooh—

“Relax,” he whispered, just before using one finger to caress that tiny sensitive hole.

Mairi shuddered. She felt him moving back towards her and she tensed even more. Anytime now, anytime now—

Oh.

Damen’s finger left her sensitive hole and instead found her clitoris from behind. She was already wet with anticipation, but with his fingers playing with her nub she became even more so. “Damen.” She couldn’t stop moaning his name, couldn’t stop moving in response to the rhythm that his fingers set.

“More?” he asked in a purring voice.

She nodded, no longer able to stay coherent, not with his fingers sliding inside her, three of them at the same time. It was heaven and hell, the way those fingers of his could move so beautifully but never able to be as satisfying as the length and thickness of his cock.

Those tiny little gasps Mairi made had him aching all the way to his balls, but he controlled himself, knowing that if he did not he would only end up hurting her. He took his fingers out and used her own wetness to lubricate her other hole.

She moaned at his touch, and this time he knew she was more aroused than scared. Again, he leaned towards her, his chest against her back, close enough for Damen to reach one breast. Cupping her tender flesh, he squeezed her breast and teased her nipple the same time he slid one finger inside her other hole.

“Damen!” It hurt, the pain blazing, enough to have her feel like she was about to lose consciousness.

Pinching her nipple to have her gasp, he used the distraction to move his hand back down once more and teased her clitoris anew while keeping his finger inside her other hole.

Pain and pleasure battled inside her. It was impossible to forget the rawness of his penetration, but it was just as impossible to ignore the aching bliss of his fingers on her clit. She whimpered, she moaned, she cried, not knowing what she was begging Damen for. All she knew was that she couldn’t take anymore—

“
Damen!”
His finger had started moving inside her other hole.

“It will be even better soon, darling.” He spoke the words between clenched teeth, the sexy sounds Mairi was making enough to test his control. He fucked her with his fingers from the other side, knowing that the sensation of being doubly penetrated would soon make her forget the pain.

In, out. In, out. Oh God, would it ever end? Would she want it to end? Please, please—
 

She didn’t know when it happened or how. All Mairi knew was that her body craved his possession in a way it had never before.

And he knew it.

He pulled his finger out, and without giving her time to draw another breath, he pried her cheeks open and slid the head of his cock in. Her moan blended with his groan, the pleasure taking them both by surprise.
 

She was tight, extremely so, more than he could have ever imagined. He wanted to move, wanted to sink deeper into her ass but he did his best to control his desires. Mairi was not just any girl. She was the woman he loved. He would rather slit his throat than have her hurt the tiniest bit once more.

The urge to move became stronger, and he dug his nails into the sides of her hips. He drew a breath—

And that was when he felt it.

Mairi, moving slightly back to bump against him, causing the entire head of his cock to slide inside her.

She moaned, but this time he couldn’t detect even the slightest thread of pain in it.

Or at least he didn’t think he had. Dio, let it not be his imagination giving him an alibi to move. “Mairi,” he said hoarsely. Perspiration covered his body, a result of his extreme efforts. “How do you feel now?”

Unable to make her throat work, Mairi could only push herself against him harder.

Fuck.

He did not imagine that.

Damen tried to keep his touch gentle as he pushed her down, silently commanding Mairi to flatten herself against the bed. She did so with a whimper, her hands clutching a part of the bedsheets between her fingers.

She was right to be scared.

Damen’s hands returned to clasp her hips in a chain-like grip. No matter how much she’d wriggle or try to break free, Mairi knew it would be impossible now. No matter how much she begged, she knew Damen wouldn’t let go of her now. And oh dear, but how that thrilled her—

“I’m going to ride you hard now,
matakia mou.”

Oh, oh, oh – did he really have to tell her that? Did he really want her to be even more nervous and tense as she waited for him to…to—

He withdrew, creating a popping sound as the immense head of his long and hard cock came out of her ass.

Mairi gripped the bedsheets harder, her breaths coming in deep fast gulps—

Without warning, Damen pushed his cock back in, fast, strong, and hard in a totally unexpected and absolutely possessive move.

Pain and pleasure ripped through Mairi, making her scream, but there was nowhere to go now. Damen had her in his possession, and he kept ramming into her, over and over, harder and faster, stronger than he had ever taken her.
 

His cock, its every movement and possession, soon became her world. Her eyelids drifted closed and her fingers tightened on the bedsheets as each thrust caused her breasts to jiggle and squish against the bed.
 

He was so rough, so dominant, this Greek billionaire of hers, but she wouldn’t want him any other way.

She gasped when he suddenly pressed close, her back against his chest. One hand went down, large fingers clasping hers on the bed while his other arm went around her waist, moving down to play with her clit.

Her eyes widened and her gasps became strangled, the way his fingers moved deftly over her clit causing Mairi’s pleasure to spiral out of control.

“Oh, God, I can’t—”

“I’m taking you every way,
matakia mou.
”
 

The fierce tone of his voice caused her to twist her head so she could look at him.

And that was it.

He claimed her lips, his touch claimed her pussy, and his cock claimed her ass.
 

Tongue thrusting, fingers thrusting, and his cock ramming into her.

HARD. HARD. OH, OH, OH, SOOOO HARD.

She screamed and sobbed her release against his mouth, her entire body shuddering against his as Damen proved true to his words.

She was his, in every way, and he was making sure she would never forget it.

****

When Mairi resurfaced, she was alone in their bed, Damen watching her idly as he stood next to the open doors of their bedroom’s balcony, a dark silhouette against the bright sunlight.

He was, she noticed drowsily, dressed in a shirt and board shorts, and with sunglasses pushed up on his head. Too gorgeous to be true, she thought helplessly as butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

“Are you going out?” she asked.