Chapter 9
“What happens to Claudine?” I croaked, asking the most important question of all.
He didn’t hesitate to respond. “I called her this morning. I told her that I had sex with you and that I wanted to be with you, for as long as you wanted me.”
I searched his face, not sure how to read him. “Could you really be okay with that? Will you let me walk away without remorse after six days?” We had great sex. Hell, it was the best sex of my life. If I could get as much of that before I left for LA, then I’d take it. However, if Dimitris couldn’t handle that, then I’d rather not.
“I have to be okay with it because I want you. I broke it off with Claudine in Paris because she’s not the one I wanted.” He noted my startled expression. “After that limo ride, I knew it would be impossible to resist you. Six days, is that all the time you want?”
Nodding, I answered him with honesty. “It’s all I can give you.”
“Then, we’ll make the best of those days. Maybe after this, I will have you out of my system.” He gave me a lazy smile, eyes not as bright as they used to be.
“Maybe.”
He kissed my forehead before leading me towards the water again, washing me thoroughly. “We have a meeting with the lawyers. They’ll come over before noon,” he informed me as he washed my breasts with a sponge and shower gel. “Are you up for it or do you want me to reschedule?”
Divorce lawyers, right. How the heck did I forget about them? “Of course, I’m up for it. That’s the reason for my being here in the first place.” Odd, how that major fact had slipped from my mind.
Dimitris and I were eating brunch when four people arrived to join us, interrupting the light mood we shared.
Dimitris ordered for Thea to bring some refreshments to his study before helping me up and kissing my forehead. “Ready?”
I think so. “Yeah, thanks,” I responded, giving him a small nod.
Now situated in his office, Dimitris sat next to me on a sofa while two of the four sat on either end and the other two before us in armchairs—I’m guessing they were the main hotshots and the other two were just sidekicks.
The middle-aged man with kind eyes, Nikos Kou—too complicated to pronounce-los, directed me a question. “Due to the older Mr. Kosta, Dimitris’s grandfather’s, interruption, we are at a standstill, but we can still finalize everything from your end; making sure you understand what you’re agreeing to, what needs to be signed and the list of things that you can’t do once this divorce becomes final. We haven’t heard from your lawyers, Mrs. Kosta. Any reason why? Did they not like the proposal?”
Mrs. Kosta? Was he trying to be a douche here, knowing that we were signing divorce papers? WTF! “I don’t have any lawyers or one, for that matter. The reason being is that my family doesn’t know about this marriage and I’d like to keep it that way. If it’s possible, I’d like to just divorce Dimitris and not have the settlement. I already have four trust funds, I can do without his money.”
“We already spoke about this and you agreed to my terms. You can’t change your mind now!” Dimitris spoke next to my ear, hand on my thigh, not gripping but caressing.
Leaning against him, I hiss-whispered, just enough for him to hear me, but not the people around us. “This is in exchange for your proposal in the shower. We have to even this out.”
He growled, not pleased at all that I was willing to decline his millions and the properties he was handing to me. “You’re being difficult, Lindsey.”
“It’s the only way I know.” Sad, but it was damn true.
He cussed out with that whole hand gesture thing before leaning against the seat. “Grant her wishes. Give her whatever she wants,” he grumbled out, trying not to lose his temper. “Even in divorce, you disagree with everything I want.” I was freaked out when Dimitris started barking at the silent men, making them scramble to their feet before giving me a hasty goodbye.
Looking at the shut door then towards the man next to me, I asked, “What the f*ck was that? Why did they leave?”
“To draft your new request, what else?” He glared at me while I tried to reason with him.
“It’s not so bad; we both get what we want, right?”
“Woman, you’re being delusional.” He sighed, getting up before offering his hand. Accepting it, I squeaked when he spun me around, bent me over with my stomach on the table, lifted my skirt and viciously yanked my underwear off before I heard the drop of his pants as they hit the floor. My splayed hands on the shiny, wooden table curled when he thrust inside me, deep and swift, into my sore and swollen walls. “I want this,” he hissed out, f*cking me, pulling my hair and using it to maneuver his hardcore tempo. “I want you.” His grip on my hair was painful, but it added to the beauty of our mating and I was beyond wet as he pounded against my cervix. “All of you. Do you hear me?”
“YES!” I yelped, not caring about his question, but only with the gratification he was granting me. “F*ck me harder!”
I was a quivering mess when he pulled out and spun me onto my back, lifting me and placing me on the edge of the table. He kissed my collarbone as he took care of my dress, pealing it off my body. “Your beauty weakens me.”
Emotions were running high and I just wanted to be with him, in this room. Just for now, I wanted him. “Take me,” I whispered. I pulled his lips in for my kiss, giving my all. For the allotted time, I was going to be his and I wasn’t going to hold back. If we had to drown ourselves with lust and sex, then so be it. It was the best way to drown our sadness and sorrows.
“Beg for it,” the Greek Adonis commanded.
I reached down, grabbing his slick cock from my essence, stroking it as he groaned in pleasure. “I’m sore, but I still want you to pound me. I’m exhausted, but I’m salivating for more of you. I’m begging because I can’t get enough. This body is yours to do as you please. So own it. F*ck it. Punish it.” Aligning the thick head of his dick into my hole, I looked at the beautiful man, the man who loved me and never held back at anything when it came to me, the man I married, the man I vowed to be with forever. “Abuse it however you want, o syzygós mou.” My husband.
“F*ck!” he bellowed, filling me.
Together we rutted. Together we soared. Together we made our Heaven. Together we made our Hell.
But what a beautiful kind of Hell it was.