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The Art of Trusting a Greek Billionaire Page 12
Author: Marian Tee

He asked hoarsely, “How?”

Mairi evaded his gaze. “Well…”

“Mairi, say it.”

“I…umm…warned her that if she really does have me kicked out, I’m going to embrace my life as a mistress, live off you like a leech, and turn you into a sex slave because what she doesn’t know is that you’re secretly a masochistic sub who likes being chained and whipped by…umm…me?”

For a moment, all Damen could do was stare. His innocent quirky Mairi had said…that?

Esther Leventis was acknowledged as one of the most powerful women in Greece, and yet his beautiful girl had successfully intimidated her into retreating with a mind-boggling lie.

Mairi fidgeted at Damen’s look. “But I had to say something really scary,” she protested defensively. She was about to explain some more but ended up shrieking instead when Damen picked her up and spun her around, his laughter hoarse.

When he stopped spinning her around, she clutched his shoulders helplessly as she looked down at him, dazed by the beautiful gleam in his gaze. “Damen?”

There was hope in her eyes. He knew what she was waiting, hoping, and praying he would say but he just couldn’t. Not yet. Just not yet.

So instead of answering, he took her lips with a kiss.

Pain blossomed inside her like a rose filled with thorns, but after a heartbeat Mairi just decided to let it all go and focus on what she did have. Damen Leventis cared for her. At least he didn’t think she was some business arrangement to tolerate.

She just had to wait, just had to be patient, and sooner or later he would know the truth.

He loved her, too, had loved her from the start and always would.

With a sigh, she curled her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

In seconds, they were hastily undressing each other, a gasp torn out of her as Damen backed her towards his bed the moment they were both naked.

He kissed her mouth one last time before moving down, lips hungrily leaving a trail of passionate kisses down her neck, the valley between her br**sts, and then moving sideways so he could suck on her ni**les one at a time.

She moaned and arched against his hold. “Be gentle,” she gasped when he bit too hard.

“I can’t,” he rasped out as he released her nipple with a loud wet pop. “I want you too much.” He didn’t wait for her answer and went on sucking her ni**les again.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, Damen finally ceased his torture and moved further down, his lips kissing her belly and then the skin above her—

“So soft,” Damen purred in surprised pleasure as he took in her beautifully shaved pu**y.

“Part of the…surprise,” Mairi managed to gasp before her body went up in flames as Damen’s tongue slowly lined her inner folds.

His fingers curled into his hair, gripping the locks hard. “Damen, please!” Her body started to writhe under his hot wet mouth, tears of pleasure striking her eyes as his tongue suddenly slipped between the folds.

“Oh, don’t, please, oh…don’t stop!” More wanton words slipped past Mairi’s lips as Damen continued to f**k her with his deliciously talented tongue.

Her h*ps were moving frantically now, a sign that she was close to coming. Damen inched up, bracing himself on his arms. “Ready, sweetheart?”

She looked up at him, the look in her eyes making him swallow. “Always.”

The word had him groaning and in the next second, he claimed her body with his cock, his strokes, long, steady and leisurely, taking his time to torture her with a very slow pace.

“Damen,” she wailed, her body twisting under him, her legs snaking around his waist, willing him to go deeper, harder, and faster. “Please, Damen, please…”

But he refused to heed her wishes, wanting to drive her wilder with need.

She pulled him down to her, arms tightening around his neck. “Damen, pleeeeeaaaase!” Instinct had her vaginal muscles flexing and constricting around his cock.

“Shit!” The tightening muscles squeezed his c**k in the loveliest way, taking him by surprise. His control snapped.

“Daaaaaaamen!” His movements were frenzied. There was no pace, no rhythm, just sex at its rawest. It wasn’t making love. It was f**king, and she wanted more of it. She would always want more of this and would never get enough of it.

“More,” she begged.

“Then tell me how much you want my cock,” he growled.

“So much,” she sobbed as she tried to squeeze his c**k with her muscles again.

“FUCK!” One hand went to her hair and another went under her butt, using both to anchor him to her body as he f**ked her as hard as he could, the slapping sounds their bodies made rebounding inside the huge bedroom.

The sounds were earthy and lustful, and hearing it only made Damen want to f**k Mairi more and more.

Mine, he thought as he drove his c**k into her so deeply he could feel the head of his c**k brushing against her womb.

MINE! It was his last thought just as she cried out, the strength of her orgasm taking him beyond the edge. With a loud groan of his own, he came, his body arching powerfully as he pumped his seed into her already-drenched pu**y.

They stayed linked together as their bodies relaxed in a blissfully sated state, Damen only taking the time to roll onto his back so that she would be lying on top of him.

He gazed up at her, beyond content to just look at the dreamy expression on Mairi’s lovely face.

Much, much later her eyes slowly drifted open.

He smiled, knowing what she was going to say before she even said it.

“Hi.”

His chuckle made his chest vibrate under her, tickling her ni**les into coming to life once more. “Hello,” he answered, the lazy smile curving on his lips so beautiful it had her toes curling.

Although she was already sleepy, she forced herself halfway up, bracing her hands against his hard chest. She wanted to look at him, really look at him because…

A sigh tumbled past her lips.

Gosh, he really was at his most gorgeous when he had just had sex.

Damen frowned, mostly to cover his embarrassment at the way Mairi was looking at him. “Stop staring at me like that,” he grumbled.

She giggled.

It was an extremely cute sound, making him sigh himself.

“Damen?”

“Mm?” He lifted his gaze back to her.

Chapter Nine

To trust a Greek billionaire, one must remember he can say very cruel things.

She said: Hmph.

He said: Err, did you say you’d like to watch a romantic comedy tonight? I think I’d like it, too.

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