The Greek Billionaire and I

Velvet slowly touched herself, using one finger to draw a line against her folds, just like Mykolas commanded her. And as her entire body shook at the pleasure of it, she slid one finger inside her.

“Push it deep inside you. As deep as you can.”

And so she did, pushing her finger inside her as deep as she could, imagining all the while it was Mykolas finger-f*cking her to a sweet oblivion that she had learned to crave because of him.

“Now start f*cking yourself with your finger and never stop imagining it’s me doing it to you.”

She started moving her finger, in and out, imagining that it was Mykolas. It was all Mykolas. Her beautiful, mysterious Mykolas making her want him so even with just his dark voice and seductive words.

The little whimpers Velvet released heightened his pleasure, making Mykolas stroke his cock faster and harder. The pleasure inside him flared with every stroke, and as he reached his peak, he growled, “Come with me, Velvet. Now.”

Mindlessly obeying Mykolas’ command, Velvet used her other hand to stroke her *oris even as she finger-f*cked herself faster and harder. She came with a choked little cry, the pleasure so intensely beautiful she almost fainted at the strength of it. A second later, she heard him growling as he came. “Velvet!” The sound of her name on his lips had her gasping and causing aftershock tremors of pleasure to burst from her. She had come so much that even now she could feel herself dripping, her come running down her thighs.

Oh my f*ck.

The thought had Velvet closing her eyes. Mykolas Sallis was officially a dangerous obsession. If he could make her come this hard even without showing himself, what chance did she have against him once they did meet?

The alarm clock went off.

Dammit!

Velvet fell off her bed in her haste to silence her alarm, but it was too late. Lying down in a tangle of covers on the floor, she waited with bated breath for Mykolas to crack a joke about catching her lying her ass off to him.

But he didn’t.

Oh…f*ck.

And that was when she knew it was game over for both of them. Her secret was out, and someone had won the bet.

“Velvet?”

His serious unsmiling tone had her heart thundering. “Y-yes?”

“You weren’t really supposed to be up earlier at three, were you?”

“No.”

Triumph surged up inside him, but Mykolas did his best to keep his voice soft when he spoke, knowing that right now, Velvet needed to be treated with kid gloves. “You know what this means, don’t you, agape mou?” She was like a trapped little filly. She knew she had nowhere to go, but she still needed a gentle guiding hand so she wouldn’t bolt.

Velvet swallowed. “Yes.”

“We can dance the same dance again and again, but now we know where this is heading. There’s no point beating around the bush, is there?”

“N-no.”

In a voice that both wooed and commanded, Mykolas murmured, “Then say the words.”

Closing her eyes, Velvet whispered, “I want to see you, Mykolas Sallis.”





Chapter Four




Heads turned as Mykolas walked past them like a Greek god come to life. Taller than most men and with looks that could rival even the beauty of the many perfectly sculpted specimens gracing the museum, Mykolas also exuded the kind of power and authority that easily caused many of the people around him to drool in jaw-dropping awe.

Women of every age and walk of life fell over themselves in an attempt to catch his attention, but the Greek billionaire was not even aware they existed. He only had one goal in mind, and he was not in the mood to waste his time or effort for anything else.

His heartbeat made itself felt when Mykolas reached the third floor landing. He was, plain and simple, exhilarated. Today was the day he would finally meet his woman. After almost three months of unintended celibacy, he would finally have Velvet Lambert under him. If he had his way, he would have her in every position imaginable. But even then, he doubted his obsession with her would be so easily slaked.

He took his time checking each hall. He had no idea whether she was blonde or dark-haired. For all he knew, she might even have colored her hair completely blue just to mess with him. That kind of prank was not far-fetched at all as far as his woman was concerned.

Only when Mykolas’ pulse started to go crazy did he stop. A striking-looking redhead was standing in front of a Byzantine piece of art, her tall, voluptuous form made more mouth-watering by the form-hugging dress she wore. For all intents and purposes, it was a very modest dress, high necked, with sleeves, and the skirt falling an inch past her knees. But all of those things ceased to matter because of her curves.

If he closed his eyes, he could easily imagine himself running his hands over her body, tearing her dress off and plumping her delicious breasts for him to devour.

Inside his pants, his cock rose into attention, and Mykolas felt a teardrop of premature ejaculation slip out.

It was her.

His Velvet.

His woman.

****

Every day, thousands of tourists and locals came to visit the Acropolis Museum, which could be accessed using the ancient road that led to Acropolis Hill or what was once known in classical times as the city’s “Sacred Rock”.

Velvet had arrived at the museum early, taking her time to explore and appreciate the innumerable artifacts of the museum, with some of them dating as far back as the Bronze Age in Greece. It was only when she had been at the museum for about forty-five minutes that she slowly realized the entire room where she was in was empty.

And then she heard the huge doors shutting closed behind her, and she knew he was here.

He was a Greek billionaire, all right. He hadn’t really confirmed or denied her assumption, but this, Velvet thought almost hysterically, was proof of it. If she needed some kind of evidence that he had unlimited money at his disposal, then getting even part of the Acropolis closed down for his benefit was it.

“Turn around, agape mou.”

His voice, heard this close, sounded even sexier to her ears. It was seduction itself, pure and simple, and Velvet had a feeling everything Mykolas Sallis could say or do would be the same. Every sensible part of Velvet urged her to run away. She still had time to put all this madness behind her. She didn’t know Mykolas Sallis at all, and yet she had practically been having an affair with him since the first day he contacted her. Only a fool would go through with this.

“Velvet.” This time, he unleashed his command in his voice. This time, he discarded the unusual role of being gentle, something he had tried to adapt earlier because he didn’t want his beautiful filly afraid. But now, he realized that was not the way to handle Velvet this time. She was strong and fierce, but like any strong woman, she wanted a stronger and more powerful master to possess her.

Since his every intention was to chain Velvet Lambert to his side for as long as he desired her, Mykolas had no problems being that at all.

“Playtime’s over. Turn around and come to me now.”

The command in his voice was irresistible, and Velvet felt herself turning around even as she was torn between resentment and thrill at his hold over her. The first thing she saw was a pair of Italian handmade shoes. She had always had a good eye of quality, and she knew at first glance those shoes cost more than her month’s wages.

His black pants and matching blazer were of the same quality – the kind that never came with price tags because those who ordered them didn’t need to know how much they cost. Custom-designed to exquisitely mold to his long, tall, and muscular form, the suit emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, his lean waist, and his sculpted chest.