The Greek Billionaire and I

She had seen how much Mairi loved Damen. It would be heartbreaking for Velvet if the two were to break up. Especially now, Velvet thought. If those two didn’t make it, then it was like a bad omen for her and Mykolas as well.

“Let’s not argue about them,” Mykolas was saying. “I’d rather we concentrate on our own upcoming marriage.”

His serious tone had her looking up at him. She still felt a little awkward sitting on his lap. It felt too wanton, but Mykolas seemed to consider this as a favorite position for them so Velvet tried to be blasé about it.

“You have seen how people have reacted to our engagement. It won’t get any easier or better when we do marry. Do you think you would be able to handle it?”

Mykolas tried not to hold himself too stiffly as he waited for her answer. His father’s third wife, Chantal, had been unable to. Chantal had been like a second mother to him – the only one of his father’s wives who had truly treated him like a son. But in the end, she had been unable to handle all the snide and backbiting remarks that had gone with the territory of being Mrs. Sallis No.3. When she had left, she never looked back – never attempted to contact him even once, and that had been one of the most painful things Mykolas had ever experienced.

Mykolas’ tension was palpable, and knowing a little of his background now, she had a good guess why he remained wary of her ability to handle their marriage of convenience. Her heart ached as she imagined Mykolas as a young ten-year-old, waiting every day for just one message from Chantal until his father had brusquely told him that none would come since Chantal was too busy having fun spending her divorce money.

“It won’t end like that between us, Mykolas,” she said, swallowing. The fact that he cared this much to make sure she was not another Chantal was proof that he was well on his way to loving her, wasn’t it?

At that moment, her heart was overflowing with so much love for him it was pure torture not to tell him. She tried to find the right words to comfort Mykolas without blurting out her feelings, but none came to mind.

Mykolas was still tense.

Velvet blurted out, “Let…” Let me love you? No way! “Let me…suck your cock!”

Mykolas blinked. He also didn’t know whether to ask if she was delirious or get Velvet on her knees. “Did I truly just hear you say that?”

Her face was completely red now, but damn if she would back down. “I heard from really good authority that, err, blowjobs make very effective therapy.”

He asked dryly, “Have you ever sucked a cock?”

She answered right away, “Since you’re so big, would it matter if I did?”

Since the implied meaning there was that he had the biggest cock in the world, Mykolas felt his lips curve in a smile. “You are very good at flattering a man’s ego.”

“And you talk too much,” she said truthfully while still struggling to get her blushes under control. My God! Couldn’t they just go to the cock-sucking part now so she could forget the fact that she was the one who had so blatantly started this?

A second later, and she learned that she really did have to be careful about what she wished for. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees and Mykolas had adjusted the height of his stool so his cock would be on the same level as her face.

It was her first up-close-and-personal look of his fully erect cock, and it was an impressive sight.

Actually, Velvet thought with a gulp, it was a terrifying sight. Surely her head from front to back didn’t measure a foot long either? What if it hit the back of her throat? Would it then curve downwards?

When she heard Mykolas choking, she realized that she had spoken out loud in her panic. Velvet glared up at him. “It’s a serious worry, you a*shole!”

“Would it relieve you to know that women have sucked my cock and survived the experience?”

She paled a little, and her voice was stiff when she asked, “How would you feel if I told you other men had sucked my p-ssy?”

His face became grim. “I’d feel murderous.” But he got her point. Running a hand through her hair in apology, he said quietly, “I cannot change the past, agape mou. But I will not talk about other women again. Frankly, I have not had any desire to think about anyone but you. It was only your question that caught me unaware.”

“You better be sure about that,” she said gruffly and before she lost her confidence, she just went and did it, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

The sudden feel of Velvet’s warm moist mouth on his cock had Mykolas groaning out loud. “So f*cking good.” His fingers went to her hair, gripping the locks while his thumbs tenderly caressed the sides of her face.

Feeling her struggle to get the right rhythm while taking more of him in, he said grittily, “Relax your throat. Stop thinking about the size of my cock and just focus on sucking.”

Velvet did her best to follow Mykolas’ instructions, and gradually, she felt herself settling into a rhythm, her tongue instinctively learning how to best stimulate her fiancé’s desire. Her fiancé. The thought was exciting, thrilling, and terrifying, and it had her hot and bothered right away. It fed her desires, making her suck longer and harder on Mykolas’ throbbing cock even as her body became tighter and wetter.

“Yes. That’s it…” The words hissed out of his mouth, the pleasure of Velvet’s sucking driving him nearly out of his mind. Velvet was a proud woman, a strong woman, and the fact that she had initiated this act when he had never even thought of asking it from her made him feel more than satisfied. It made him feel wanted as a man and not as a billionaire.

Soon, he was unable to keep himself from guiding her head to move faster and have her suck him harder. “You need to let go now if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he warned in a growl.

But Velvet wanted him to come in her mouth and so she sucked him harder, holding on to his bare buttocks for balance.

Mykolas cursed, and a second later he was spilling his seed as he f*cked her mouth hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat as he came in long strong spurts. He watched in amazement as Velvet did her best to swallow it all, and the way she tried to suck him dry made him groan out loud again.

When he was fully spent, Mykolas dragged her back up, leaning against the wall as he cradled her on his lap. “You are fantastic.”

“Thanks. I guess.” She tried not to show how much she treasured those words, even if it was just about giving good head. Velvet wanted to bang her head on the counter. God, was this what love was all about? Being goo-goo eyed and weak-kneed all the time? Even at this moment, she could not take her eyes off him, her chest squeezing at the way he looked like a sexually sated Greek god, uncaring of the fact that he was fully naked and she was not.

And then he was suddenly on his feet and carrying her back to the stateroom. “You haven’t eaten yet!”

“I’ll eat it for dessert. Your p-ssy will be my main course for now.” And he gave her no time to argue as in only a few moments, Mykolas already had her naked, on her back, with his face between her legs.





Chapter Eight




The days leading to Velvet’s wedding passed her by like a whirlwind. Everyone who had the chance to ask them why they were marrying so soon did, and she and Mykolas took pleasure in giving different answers.

She’s not letting me have her until I have a ring on her finger, was Mykolas’ answer to one insistent bank owner who had bumped into them when they were out dining in Athens.