Chapter 24
I entered a darkened room; velvet everywhere except for the black marbled flooring. The hallway was lined with large ceramic bowls with rose petals, candles and small torches as the hallway opened up to a large four-rectangular grotto with women bathing each other in a pool, slowly caressing their breasts as they washed each other.
I could already hear moans of pleasure echoing everywhere. Jacques wasn’t kidding when he warned us about this place.
Mother hell, where am I? I definitely wasn’t in America, I thought, aroused as I saw a woman against a bench, bending over as the guy pummeled her while she snorted a line of coke, past caring about anything else.
Drugs around? Hell, I need to score some weed, I declared silently as I scanned for the place to get them. When I got to another corner, I found what I needed.
There were a lot of drugs around. I saw them on a table, like giveaway candy. BUT, I couldn’t find weed. “What kind of a kinky party is this without weed?” I complained out loud to no one in particular. F*ck, I needed to calm down before I went crazy. Weed used to help once in a blue moon.
“Is this the place where you really want to be… f*cked?” Dimitris growled into my ear.
Ah, f*ck. What was he doing here, anyway?
What a double standard douche. What did he know? Maybe I just wanted to watch people do it. “Why ask when you already know?” I arched my brow at him before looking away, dismissing him.
“I see. Once a slut, always a slut, isn’t that what they say?” Dimitris grit the question out, his angry tone made me want to prove to him that maybe I was.
Maybe I was just like my mother, just like what Uncle Brandon had said. When it came to me, drunk and thinking about the past wasn’t a great combo, but something about what Dimitris said simply made me feel like I was a slut. A lot of people thought I’d slept with a ton of men—okay, maybe five men—but who cared? I flirt and kiss a lot of men—tons—I suppose I was an oral slut more than anything.
“Watch me be a slut before your very eyes. Do you want me to suck another man in front of you? Or better yet, do you want me to suck him while you f*ck me? Take your pick; I’m giving you sixty seconds to decide.” I knew I was daring him, but I had so much anger in me, I just wanted it to disappear while I rutted something good—even if it’d only last for a few minutes.
“You wouldn’t f*cking dare! I’m going to kill you if you do something stupid like that!” Dimitris’s words were ringing in my ear. It was sad that I could still get turned on by this man, even if he was spouting the meanest, ugliest things to me.
It wasn’t the words that pushed me really. It was the way he sounded… possessive; almost as if I was still his. He had Claudine. I had no one because the guy I had chosen pricked into my ex-best friend’s virginity a year after he took Cece’s and then never owned up to it. Everyone could just go to hell. I didn’t care anymore.
Steeling myself, I yanked my arm from his strong hold. “Watch me.”
Not looking back, I strutted with shaky legs yet with steel determination. “Everyone can just go f*ck themselves!” I muttered under my breath, eyes scanning the throng of people getting their groove on.
There’s my meat, I thought as I found the guy who I wanted to mess around with. He definitely was Italian and I needed to get my fix as soon as I saw him light a nice roll, dressed from head to foot in designer clothes. “Feel like sharing?” I came onto him, my palm on his chest, slowly sliding it down with my eyes trained on him. I knew when my powers were working and I could see that this man was going to be putty in my hands.
“Sí… I’d like to share…” the Italian whispered, eyes glued to my lips, entranced. “You’re very beautiful, carina.” He then put the rolled up ganja to my lips, watching me in fascination as I sucked on it, inhaling the smoke, holding it before blowing it into his face. “Do you want more?” he asked in a husky voice.
Biting my lip, I nodded. “Yes, I want more.” The Italian let me take a few hits of his prime blunt before getting his hands on me. At that point, the weed worked its way into my system, making me feel deliriously good, so good that I hadn’t cared if Dimitris was around here, probably watching me from afar.
The thought of him in here at all got me furious again. Focusing on the Italian man, my hand slowly went further south, feeling his hardened groin as I gradually lowered the zipper down. I heard him hiss above my forehead when he knew I was about to take his shaft out.
In the blink of an eye, I felt my arm being yanked incredibly hard, I thought it was being torn from my body. “If you want to live, you had better get the f*ck out of here before I get someone to kill you. Get the f*ck out!” Dimitris screamed at the guy before he saw him scram towards a group of people, heading towards the exit.
Dimitris was cursing in Greek as he grabbed onto the back of my neck and my arm, pushing me towards somewhere, probably to give me a lecture about indecency. He made a left turn and took me to a room full of couples watching a woman on her knees with a man plowing her from behind while another man’s dick was in her mouth. The woman was in a frenzied state, wild like a pure nympho.
“Is this what you wanted?” Dimitris growled into my ear, teeth grazing, hands slowly cupping my ass before they went lower. “You want to be treated like this? Look at her—listen to her screams… you want to scream like that?” I bit into my lip when his hand slid in between my butt cheeks, he continued his slow glide until he was touching the front, pushing the soft string of my thong aside before dipping his middle finger in. The grip on my neck became tighter, making me flinch, and at the same time, I was rocking my hips on his finger. “You’re not coming, not yet,” he bit out and then pulled me to move again, away from the sexual display.
In my high state, I had no clue about the direction we were heading. He just kept on going; a quick elevator ride, a few quick turns and then he finally to a dark room. He still held me around the neck, I could barely see anything as he pushed me to walk farther in, and then I saw the huge tank with sharks in it. A Bullhead? A Tiger? F*ck, was he going to kill me? It looked like this was a theatre or a man’s place where they enjoyed a cigar and talked because there were a lot of leather chairs around.
I took a sharp breath. Somehow, my haze slowly registered my surroundings, but it still wasn’t enough. I suppose the weed was quite strong because I would’ve been all over the Greek’s ass by now, however I was calm again. “Dimi—” I attempted to spin around, trying to have him take his hold off my neck, but he immediately took charge and kept my head forward, pushing me against the tank of sharks. The water was extremely blue as I watched the predators glance my way, eyes sharp, preying.
“Don’t you f*cking start with me, Lindsey Mason!” Dimitris hissed against my ear before I heard the drop of his pants. He yanked my scrap of lace to the side and entered me in my anal hole. I sobbed, trembling from the excruciating pain and pleasure of his invasion. “You want to hurt? Well, let me do it for you, yineka mou. I can hurt you well enough,” he gritted out, pushing the head further into me, still somewhat dry because I wasn’t prepped properly. “You’re so f*cking tight!” he growled and then used his hand to push down on my back, lowering me for his convenience before I splayed my hands on the cold aquarium glass, gasping and shaking.
“Did you let him in here?” he bellowed, slowly pumping in and out of me. “Did you?” He pulled my hair, slowly turning my head around to face him. “Did you let him in here or any other man?”
I shook my head, shaky. “No. Only you.”
Dimitris grunted something in Greek and snaked his hand around my belly then lower towards my wet crevice, teasing it with two fingers before giving each of my ass cheeks severe spankings, one after the other in swift successions.
Mother hell. “More!” I moaned, my fingers curling on the glass, my nails making that eerie, hair-standing kind of scratch.
“Have you missed my cock f*cking your ass, yineka mou?” Dimitris gritted out as he slowly put his middle finger inside my wet p-ssy, thrusting it as he started to f*ck my ass to the hilt, wet and raw, all for him.
“Every day,” I choked out, knowing it was the damn truth.
He pulled his fingers from my p-ssy then moved my hair to the side, both hands around my dainty neck, rocking me harder. “This is my ass. I f*cking own it. Only I get to f*ck it.”
Shit. Harder.
I was gasping for air, going out of my mind from the insane quivering of my body. I was so consumed by the tremendous feeling I was going through that I panicked when he pulled out of me and certainly blew my fuse when he slid into my p-ssy and f*cked me harder than before, into an earth-shattering release. “Dimitris!!! Hell,” I screamed with my face now on the cold aquarium glass, not caring that the sharks where rounding about, curious.
Dimitris was still on his last furious strokes before unleashing his semen into me, angry and cursing when I felt his mushroomed head expand then spill into me, pumping in roughly before slowing down, throbbing inside me while his cock still twitched, expanding, much to my delight. “If you want to be a whore, f*cking see me because I’ll f*ck you until kingdom come—until your cunt is beautifully f*cked up.” He trailed kisses on my back, massaging my ass cheek, smacking it again. “Drill that into your pretty head, yineka mou.”
What about Claudine? The question popped out of nowhere, but I shoved it down, not f*cking caring about the damn French woman because the man that mattered was inside me, throbbing and giving my body what I craved the most… him.
He slowly pulled out of me, fixing my underwear back into place, while his semen still slowly leaked out of my p-ssy. He spun me around and kissed me—consumed me, bared me and annihilated everything that I was. I wanted this—so f*cking much, I thought as I kissed him in the same fevered passion, clinging on to him. Never had I felt this rush, sparking me, lighting me like a firework. Everything was vivid, beautiful and in sync with everything around me.
I didn’t know how long our kiss lasted, but I knew that kiss changed me for good. There was no denying it; as much as I had wanted it not to be the case, I was his. Sadly, I didn’t even know it back then—but he had and he’d tried to tell me. I didn’t pay heed or simply pause long enough to even wonder why he had thought that.
“Stay with me tonight,” Dimitris whispered against my lips, not wanting to let go as his hands pulled me closer against him. “I need you—give me everything, tonight.”
Anything. “Take as much as you want.” I had so much to make-up to this man, my ex-husband.
Dimitris made sure my dress was decent before we left and headed towards the entrance of the villa, where he let the valet know that he was leaving. A suited man pulled up with a black Phantom, greeting Dimitris and opening the door for him. Silently, I followed inside the cool, black leather seats.
I had my room key and cellphone so when I needed to leave tomorrow morning, I wouldn’t have trouble getting back to my hotel. I watched as the driver joined the sparse traffic with the sound of Maria Callas playing softly in the background. Dimitris took hold of my right hand, kissing it before pulling me closer to him.
“Are you having second thoughts?” Those glow in the dark eyes penetrated into my soul before I gave him half a smile.
“No, of course not.”
He looked into me, hypnotizing while I only felt his touch as my world suspended around us. Closing my eyes as my lips parted, lavishing on his gentle touch of my face, wanting more from him. When his thumb grazed my bottom lip, my tongue darted out, tasting him.
“Lindsey,” he uttered, heady, potent with lust.
I wanted him, now, here, forever if I could. Whatever happened from here on out, I wasn’t going to run away. If the rumors were true about his impending marriage, then I would still be his—if he wanted me. I would willingly be his mistress, if he so wished it. As long as he was a part of me—someway, somehow — I’d be it. No matter the cost. This realization brought me more in tuned with his needs and wants. When I heard him growl, my hand cupped his shaft through his pants before unlatching them and pulling his cock out to stroke it.
I was past everything. The only thing that matters is this man, I thought as I straddled him, pushing my underwear to the side and slowly pushing myself down his shaft, enveloping it, eating it whole.
The driver must know what we were up to, but Dimitris didn’t stop me and I sure as hell wouldn’t be stopped simply because there was a curious audience. I f*cking wanted this man and I was going to have him, now.
Cupping his cheek, I watched as he stared at me while I slowly rocked on his length, our eyes not breaking contact. “Dimi…” I whispered, full of emotions, far from comprehending this profound need and lust to be with him all the f*cking time, however, I did understand one thing. I understood that I was his; solely and profoundly his.
“Take me, yineka mou. Want me as much as I want you,” he rasped out, watching me with hooded eyes as I rode him, hard and fast, before I cried out my release, seeking his lips. I was drowning in him as he roughly pushed in and out of me until he spilled his seed inside me.
I love you, I silently said, resting my head against his chest. Saddened and at the same time, trying to tell myself that I shouldn’t dwell on the past. I should, instead, live this moment. For I can’t undo the past and make him mine.
Dimitris wanted my body tonight… not tomorrow or the day after, but tonight. So, I was going to give him a night he wouldn’t forget. I was going to own his body. He wouldn’t want any other woman the way he’d want me.
~Dimitris~
“Dimi,” Lindsey moaned as she shifted her hips, dreaming.
We had fallen asleep a couple of hours ago and I was up again after I took her for the third time. Watching her now, I was ready for round four. Give me Lindsey anytime of the day and I would be hard like my cock was on a Viagra because it always hardened when it was around her.
Slowly sliding the sheet from her naked body, I hovered above her, licking her nipple then biting it slowly until the buds were nice and hard. Lowering myself, I licked and kissed around her delicate hips, until I got inside her thighs and bit into her scrumptious mound.
Lindsey moaned, hips slowly rotating while she remained asleep. My finger caressed her p-ssy lips a few times until I parted the folds. My cream immediately gushed out, indicating that she was pretty much filled with it.
F*ck. Stroking my cock a couple times, I used my head to scoop up the semen that slid off her and inserted it back inside her hold. Once I was sure I had gotten it all in there, I immediately positioned myself and carefully entered her hot channel.
“F*ck, I’m so f*cking addicted to you, yineka mou.”
“Dimi,” Lindsey moaned, though when I checked, she was still sleeping. My lips sought her neck, kissing it as my hand slowly lifted her hips, angling her in order to gain deeper entry.
My teeth playfully bit into her neck and her ear as I closed my eyes, wanting to keep this feeling bottled in so I could have it with me, forever. “I hate you when you’re not with me, but when I’m inside you—” I let out a groan when she tightened on my shaft, it was a sensation beyond bliss as I f*cked her a little harder. “All I feel is how much I’m in love with you.”
My hard pounding finally woke her. With sleepy eyes, she squinted at me. “Again?”
Always. I would want this body if I was blind, if I couldn’t hear or taste. Always. “Give this body to me. Make it mine, yineka mou. Whatever happens, I want this body available for me. Anytime. Anywhere.”
She looked puzzled, mouth slightly hanging ajar. “Why—what about—”
“We need this.” I kissed her, withholding nothing. “I need this.”
“Anything for you,” she moaned, using her heels to push against my butt so I would go deeper into her p-ssy. “Whatever you want, Dimi. My body is yours.”
When she said that she was mine, my body reacted like a true animal, getting my prized possession—this woman, who owned my heart, yet had no clue how much power she had over me.
“Goodnight, baby,” Lindsey murmured, eyes closed with a smile on her face.
Holding her close, I hugged her with both arms wrapped around her body, not wanting to sleep. I didn’t want this to end. Ever.
“S’agapo, agápi mou.”