Chapter 18

Jenna

The music was tribal.

The dance floor was flashing neon lights under thick acrylic, festive in every way.

The club was crowded with hot, sweaty bodies.

And the man I was with was continuing to shock the hell out of me.

Taking me to his favorite restaurant to indulge in way too many slices of pizza had been spectacular. Seeing the man letting go was even better. I’d fed him and he’d fed me, the moment far too intimate, too… incredible.

Was I playing any longer? Was I trying to dupe him? The answer was just as shocking as everything else that had occurred.

No.

While he’d seemed hesitant at first to dance with me, I’d won him over, even while almost tripping in the tall heels, as I swirled around him, touching him in the most inappropriate places. Maybe the intense need for each other came from the two bottles of Chianti. Or maybe it was the intense vibrations and incredible chemistry between us.

However, I felt alive and it was a joy to see the man as if for the first time. No, I wasn’t buying into the crazy notion of this being anything more than what it was. However, enjoying ourselves a little bit wasn’t bad. Was it?

Stavros had a permanent if not devilish smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against him as a slow song came on.

“What do you think of the club?” he asked as he nuzzled into my ear.

“Fabulous.”

“I own a good portion of it.” He nipped my earlobe and as with every other touch, I instantly shivered.

“A man of many talents.” I continued thinking about what Elena had told me. The confusion was entirely different than before and it had everything to do with how he’d reacted when I’d come home later than he’d demanded.

I slipped my arms over his shoulders, taking slow and easy breaths before purposely puffing a few of them across his face. The pizza had been the best I’d ever had, Michelangelo and Dena fawning over us. And the tiramisu? To die for.

He spun me around in a complete circle, his expression utterly carnal. I was hot and wet, more so than when he’d dared to fingerfuck me in the middle of the restaurant. I’d wanted to be angry with him but had come to find out I enjoyed something so naughty. I nipped his lower lip, laughing afterwards.

“Be careful, little girl. I do bite.”

“Mmm… I’ll remember that.” We’d been dancing for almost two hours, the time spent together as surreal as the entire last few days had been. It was like I’d been taken to a different universe, but the entire day had been enjoyable. I’d even forgotten Christos and Atlas were hovering around us like watchdogs for a little while. “But what if I like it?”

As I moved against his body, still dancing in time to the beat, I tangled my fingers in his thick strands of hair. His eyes pierced mine, his dark pupils a foretelling of filthy things to come. Like before, he pressed his hard cock against me and I was thrown by the tingling sensations and the ripple of electricity.

And I had to admit I was excited by the prospect.

His laugh was dark and dangerous, just like the man. “Be careful what you ask for. There’s no turning back once you’re in my lair.”

“Is that what I am doing?” I asked, gyrating my hips until I was rubbing back and forth across his huge bulge.

“Yeah. I think so. Ta átakta korítsia eínai pánta peirágmata.”

“What did you say?”

“I said that naughty girls are always a tease.”

“Yes, we are.” I ground my hips again as the song shifted into yet another sinful beat. We moved together, our bodies becoming one. I was breathless from anticipation, but he was as well, his nostrils remaining flared as he rubbed one hand up and down my back. When he cupped my bottom with the other, slamming me against him, I was certain the man was going to fuck me right there on the dance floor.

While his love of kinky things had been more enticing than I’d expected to feel, ever, I was more interested in enjoying a few moments with him in private. So I broke the hold he had, backing away and disappearing into the crowd. Teasing him had become an artform, something that I found myself enjoying a little too much.

I noticed Christos was watching me intently as I passed but didn’t make any move to share the direction I was headed with his boss. I remained in the darkest part of the club, still dancing, perhaps enticing far too many men, several of whom turned their heads in my direction. I could no longer see Stavros, nor did he act like he was going to follow me.

After almost five minutes had passed, a strange set of vibrations tore through me. He wouldn’t leave me here. Of course he wouldn’t. I took a single step forward back in the direction I came when suddenly, it seemed as if the seas were parting, every dancer shifting to the side, allowing a wide path as the powerful man with the stunning good looks took his time heading in my direction. The flashing lights didn’t do him or his golden complexion any good, but I still was caught in the magic of his approach.

He had that way about him, demanding attention. His eyes were directed at me alone, his expression unreadable but the longer I spent with him, the easier it was to read his thoughts.

I spun in another circle as he approached, laughing and blowing him a kiss for the second time of the night. When I took off running through the crowd, I shocked myself by not falling flat on my face. I headed to Christos, who held the keys to the SUV.

I’d paid attention to where he’d slipped them, although part of the reason had been a fleeting thought about stealing the vehicle and driving to New York. Silly me. As if Stavros wouldn’t send the entire fleet of soldiers after me. As I snatched them in my hand, placing my index finger across my lips in a shushing motion as I shook my head, I had other more nefarious thoughts in mind than escaping.

I headed for the exit, turning around to find my captor standing right there only a few feet away. He was calm and collected, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. I fluffed my hair on purpose before beckoning him with a single finger.

Before heading out the door.

The SUV was easy to find, the key fob coming in handy. Giddiness tore through me, which seemed strange and irrational, definitely wine induced. As I climbed into the back, I shifted all the way to the corner, able to view a significant portion of the parking lot.

And I waited.

And waited.

He was returning the favor of teasing me relentlessly. When his bodyguards appeared, heading closer to the vehicle, I had a feeling they’d been instructed to bring me back inside.

Suddenly, the powerful Greek appeared as if emerging from a dark mist, still acting casual as he moved slowly toward where the SUV was parked. After scanning the parking lot, he took his time removing his jacket, tossing it over one arm before unbuttoning first one sleeve then the other, rolling both up over his elbows. Next came the tie, yanking it from his collar with flair.

He wasn’t looked at the window, at least until he started to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. Now his stare was more intense than usual. When he finally opened the door, tossing the removed clothing into the corner, he took several deep breaths before climbing inside.

The electric vibe in the air was heavy, thick with anticipation. We both remained quiet but he was thinking, forever thinking. Tempting me. I couldn’t seem to avoid my attraction to the man, finally brushing a finger down his arm as I slipped closer.

I should have known the sexy bastard had something up his sleeve. He used my gesture against me, snatching the tie before yanking me onto my knees.

His growl carried the usual predatory sound, his quick actions tethering my wrists in seconds. I immediately pulled at the bindings, the tingles scouring through every inch of my body reaching an entirely new level.

After testing that I was completely secure, he rolled his palms up my sides, shaking his head. Everything about his demeanor was different than before, not just darker but more possessive.

“You are a very bad girl to run away from me. You left the club without permission.”

“Mmm… What are you going to do about it?”

I knew taunting him could result in another round of punishment, although the one from earlier hadn’t hurt, instead adding to the sensuality of the evening. However, I craved having his thick cock thrust inside.

He lowered his gaze to my thighs, cocking his head as he did so. He lifted both his hands and his chin, taking my dress with him until my breasts were exposed. There was something even kinkier about the fact he’d purposely kept my silky frock on while now being able to fondle me to his heart’s desire.

It was only fair yet wicked that he cupped my breasts, his jaw clenching as he squeezed them until I cried out. I was so aroused, my pussy so wet that I knew I was ruining his trousers. Not that he seemed to mind. He took his time reflecting on the moment while kneading my nipples. The moment he pinched and twisted them, the corners of his mouth turned up.

“Oh.” My moan seemed dense in the oversized vehicle, the scent of our desire filling the space.

Stavros fisted the back of my neck, forcing me into a deep arc before lowering his head. I planted my hand on his chest, grasping his shirt with my fingers. My body quivered as he nipped one hardened bud before pulling the tender tissue into his mouth, sucking while growling. I was enthralled by the way he made me feel, showcasing that he meant what he said about how a man should handle a woman.

He took his time, rolling his lips to my other breast, dragging his tongue underneath before swirling the tip around my nipple. There was no chance I could be any wetter than I already was.

But I had a feeling he was going to try to drown me with need before allowing me to sit on his big, fat cock.

I couldn’t seem to stop whimpering, tossing my head back and forth as he repeated the move, finally biting down on my over-sensitized bud. I was able to roll my fingers down from his neck to his chest, marveling in the white-hot heat searing my fingertips. He grunted his approval before lifting me back into position.

“What do you want, little girl?”

Was he really asking me something so silly? “Fuck me.”

“I’m sorry. What did you ask for? Be very specific. Good girls are allowed to ask for what they want.”

“So I’m a good girl now?”

His smirk was incredible, the longing in his eyes more intense than before. “For now, but I already know you too well. Ask or I’ll do nothing more than have us taken home.”

“Fuck me hard.”

“How?”

“By driving your thick, throbbing, delicious shaft inside my hot. Wet. Pussy.”

His smile grew in size and he jutted his hips up from the seat, giving me a little nod. “Then take what you want, baby. Just don’t fuck with me or I will make you suffer.”

“Oh, promises. Promises.” Even with my wrists tied together, I could easily unfasten his belt, lifting my eyes every few seconds to see his reaction. He was spiraling out of control, his features more like a beast than man. I purposely took my time to unfasten and unzip. By then we were both panting.

As I fought to lower one side of his pants then the other, his chest heaved from his labored breathing.

“Hurry or I won’t be able to wait.”

His dark voice was as thrilling as the sinful moment. I did what I could, finally freeing his thick shaft. I wrapped both hands around it, stroking him up and down. The sex from before hadn’t been intimate or romantic, at least not to me. This was filthy, the kind of sin that made me a very bad girl, but I enjoyed being able to touch him like this. A part of me wanted to take him into my mouth, but I was too wet to dare waste the moment.

His eyes were completely hooded, the shadows in the vehicle creating an aura of his power. Maybe Elena had been right and I preferred very bad boys. I couldn’t help myself, sliding to the floor between his legs.

Laughing, he rubbed his mouth with one hand, fisting my hair with the other. He eased his head against the leather back, every muscle in his body tensing. I teased him again, drawing circle after circle around his cockhead with my tongue. His scent was musky, the taste tangy yet sweet and the moment I dragged the tip across his sensitive slit, he issued the kind of primal growl that I was certain would draw an audience.

“Fuck. Suck me, baby. Don’t you dare tease me any longer. I won’t be gentle.”

Maybe I didn’t want him to be tender, at least not yet. This wasn’t about making love. We weren’t close and this wasn’t normal by anyone’s standards. This was hard, cold fucking and I loved it more than I’d believed I could.

As soon as I took his cockhead in my mouth, I was rewarded with a few beads of pre-cum. I licked them greedily, wishing for more. The moment I took him down a few inches, he regained control, driving almost every remaining inch into my mouth. The tip hit the back of my throat and I fought to relax my throat to keep from gagging.

I wasn’t very experienced with performing fellatio, tensing almost immediately.

“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it.” He growled as he stroked the side of my face with the fingers of his other hand, now gentler than I’d thought the man could be. But as he started to pump his cock inside, his hold on my hair tightened, his breathing more scattered than before.

I lifted my gaze, enjoying the way several emotions washed across his face. He had his eyes shut, his mouth twisting and it seemed like he was fighting horrible demons that were threatening to derail the moment. I had no idea why I was thinking that way other than I’d never seen such a strange look on his handsome face.

His actions became more aggressive, pumping as if he was going to lose control. I struggled harder to keep the gag reflexes down, still able to swirl my tongue back and forth. Just as quickly as his dark assault on my mouth had started, he abruptly stopped, issuing an intense roar inside the small space.

The devious smile returned as he lifted me from the floor with ease. Once I was resting on his knees, he fisted his cock, stroking it with ferocity for a few seconds before placing the tip against my slickened folds.

“I can’t be gentle, sweetheart. I don’t have it in me after tonight.”

“Don’t be. Just fuck me.”

His dark chuckle was positively evil and he did as I asked, impaling my tight channel with ease and flair.

I threw my head back, gasping for air as my muscles stretched to accept the thick invasion. I’d felt his cock before when he’d screwed me like a wild animal but this was entirely different. Panting, I ripped at his shirt, popping one of the buttons. I couldn’t help myself, laughing as the nerves and excitement started to get the better of me.

“Ride me, baby. Just ride me long and hard.”

Everything about his rough command enthralled me, pushing me into a sweet moment of nirvana. I was gasping for air, fighting with my body to keep the climax from erupting too soon.

The feel of him, the heat of the moment was explosive, our connection and chemistry undeniable. Whether or not I wanted to believe it, we were good together. Not just sexually. I felt a growing tether between us that I couldn’t explain.

I bucked against him, squeezing my knees into his thighs, trying to keep focused as I brushed my fingertips up and down his exposed chest. How could any man be this masculine, this beautiful? I almost laughed out of nervousness, but the rocking sensations caught me completely off guard.

I’d never been able to orgasm before this man. Not that the few guys I’d been with had cared enough to try but the moment shared was powerful. Our heated breath was fogging up the windows. The way the SUV was shaking was also surprising. I could only imagine what his soldiers were thinking.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” The moans I issued matched him, two primal beasts. My God, I wanted this to last for hours but I knew my body wouldn’t allow that to happen.

As if proving me right, my pussy muscles clamped and released several times as a powerful orgasm rushed up from my toes.

He gripped my hips, pulling me up and down the entire length of his cock, keeping me from erupting for a few seconds, but I couldn’t take it any longer, the building heat and fire between us ignited to the point of no return. As the incredible moment of bliss swept through me, the sound of my scream filtering into the air, I was pushed into another level of ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby girl. Come. Come again.”

Why my body responded so easily was to be determined, but I floated all the way into another moment of utter rapture. When I started to come down from the pure filth and happiness that was breaching the surface, I could tell he was ready to let himself go.

While I wished this could go on forever, I sensed he was in pain. I’d never given a man blue balls before, and I knew better than to start now. His body jerked, every muscle tensing and within seconds, he finally erupted deep inside.

“Fuck.”

When I collapsed against him, pressing my face into his neck, I sensed he was finally relaxing. My eyes were open wide even as I felt a moment of a dreamlike state. He held me close for several minutes, doing nothing more than stroking my back so lovingly I forgot for a few minutes how we met and that there was danger all around us. I felt it.

He oozed it.

And that made the moment that much more surreal.

After he exhaled, he whispered in my ear and the magical moment was allowed to continue.

For now.

“Let’s go home.”