Chapter 10
CHAPTER 10
V alencia
Emily had coined an expression the few times we’d managed to enjoy time spent at a bar or restaurant together. She called it the ‘hotness factor.’ It was the first thought thrumming through my mind as soon as Christos had removed his clothing.
Of course I’d run into completely sculpted men nearly every time I’d entered my local fitness club. I’d watched them preen, acting as if their huge muscles made them a real man. I’d had a few come through my office doors, discovering they’d had underlying dangerous heart conditions even though they exercised six days a week.
I’d even been courted by a couple during college, their muscles turning me off. Christos was different. He carried his muscles as if they’d been molded for him by a greater god. While solid as rocks, they appeared formed from brutal work, not spending hours posing in front of mirrors.
The ink covering both arms, with a small section crawling up along the side of his neck, was tasteful in design, although dangerous in appearance. Seeing his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and deep V leading to his gorgeous cock, I was truly in awe.
If the scale was one to ten, his hotness factor was a solid twenty. Emily would be jealous. I shuddered from the thought. For right now, at this moment, he was mine.
Now wasn’t I suddenly the possessive one?
Still, part of the intense attraction was the way he carried himself and his ability to laugh. Those were his sexiest attributes. Although I’d give him huge points for the use of his magnificent tongue and fingers. No man had ever pleased me the way he’d done. No man had ever brought me to an orgasm that way either.
My eyes remained on his thick cock. No man had any right to be that well-endowed. My mouth was suddenly dry. I’d missed the opportunity to have the creation of beauty in my mouth.
He knew exactly what I was hungering for, even wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking a few times to torment the hell out of me.
“The lady sees something she craves.”
“Maybe.”
Every time he chuckled, the sound reverberated right through me. I was fraught with the kind of desire that could make a woman go blind.
I was still in a luxurious state of mind, enjoying the foreplay as much as anything else. That had included our fabulous dinner.
When I rose onto my knees, swaying my hips back and forth, his look darkened all over again. “What part about staying put, o ángelós mou , did you not understand?”
The stern look on his face and the gruff sound of his voice sent tremors dancing down my spine. “I am my own woman.”
“Ah. I see.” He moved closer to the side of the bed. “ Boró na do óti o élenchos sou eínai zotikís simasías .”
“What did you say?” I tugged on his hair, tangling my fingers in the thick strands while he continued staring out the window.
“I said I can see controlling you is vital.”
“No one can control me.”
He chuckled deeply and before I knew what he had in mind, he dragged me by several inches, tossing me over his lap.
I yelped and instantly tried to scramble off his knees, only managing to come close to slamming my face on the floor.
“None of that.” He jerked me back into position, instantly tossing one leg over both of mine. He wasn’t kidding around, immediately bringing the palm of his hand down on one side of my bottom then the other.
Several times.
Floored, I didn’t move at all for a few seconds, gasping from the myriad sensations coursing through me.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Warmth.
Need.
They were all mixed together in a seductive way, keeping me on that beautiful plateau created earlier. The moment I shifted on his lap, the thickness of his cock pressed firmly into my stomach. My pussy was throbbing in beat to his shaft and I kept undulating, creating friction between us.
His breathing remained labored as he continued smacking me long and hard with the palm of his hand. After a full minute, I stopped fighting him, the pleasure outweighing any concept of agony. As strange as it seemed, my pussy was wetter than before, the scent wafting between us.
He peppered my bottom with hard strikes and I could tell he was enjoying himself immensely. Without a doubt, he was the most dominating man I’d ever met, yet he did so with ease. As if he’d been born into power.
The moment he rolled his fingers down the crack of my ass, I stiffened. The man adored toying with me, making me as wet as possible. He was doing a fine job, the ache in my pussy only increasing. He took his time teasing my swollen lips before driving his fingers into my tight channel all over again.
I almost came on the spot, another shock to my system. He’d left me on the edge needing more. The man was a drug I not only craved but required. How had the intense connection happened so quickly?
He resumed the spanking, but only for a minute longer. I could tell by the heavy heat in the room he wasn’t in the mood to waste any additional time. Something inside of me knew instinctively he was a brutal, savage man capable of doing terrible things. He’d all but admitted he was a killer.
Yet I was still drawn to him. It was blasphemous in every language. In every culture. I’d never been very attracted to bad boys, even on the big screen. I’d thought of them as crybabies and fading heroes.
As with everything about Christos, the thought was pitched aside, the man a true anomaly. He confirmed my belief once again when he tenderly pulled me into his lap, stroking the side of my face almost as if comforting me.
Or perhaps he was offering one last silent opportunity to walk away.
I couldn’t do it.
He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips against my forehead. The move seemed odd, but there was no mistaking what he intended as he lifted me into his arms, shifting and easing me down onto the bed. As he’d done before, he never blinked as he crawled between my legs.
I’d never seen such an outright intense look on a man. Yet it wasn’t just about him lusting for the taste of a female. I wasn’t some goddess that he’d created in his mind. He was also determining if he could trust me. The moment was fleeting, but I could see it clearly.
It was just like the one his soldiers or bodyguards or whatever he called them had provided while interrogating me about Christos’ surgery. I was instantly placed on edge, even attempting to roll over. I’d never felt so completely vulnerable around anyone. He could easily kill me.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“What’s wrong, my angel?” His voice was as gentle as his earlier actions. He used only a single finger to guide my face back to the front. Or maybe I’d allowed him to do so.
“Nothing is wrong.”
He smirked and gripped my jaw. There was pressure, but it was more about his determined need for me to listen to him. “Yes, Valencia. I need to question everyone who comes into my life. That’s a curse I can’t escape. Doing so is also a natural reaction. It’s ingrained in me, more so since my brother’s murder. I did not mean to hurt or insult you in any way. You are a bright light I never want dulled. I don’t want you to leave, but I’ll understand if the desire no longer remains.”
He rubbed his thumbs across my lip a single time before sitting back. It was strangely confusing that he was allowing me the choice.
“I will tell you this, my angel. If you decide to stay, you won’t be allowed another opportunity. Is that understood?”
His dominating demeanor sent a series of heated vibrations through me. “Yes. I’m not leaving.”
“Good. Because I’m uncertain if I could allow you to go.” The vibrant spark had returned to his eyes. He lifted my arms over my head, easily grasping both wrists with one hand as he used the fingers of his other to trace lines in my forehead, rolling them down my nose. He cocked his head, concentrating on what he was doing as he continued his trail, brushing them along my side to my hip and across to my belly button.
“I need to touch you,” I told him as I struggled in his tight hold.
“You’ve been a naughty girl.” He pinched my nipple and I moaned in delight.
“What if I’m very, very good?”
He lifted a single eyebrow as he flicked the same nipple before taking his time trailing his finger to my other breast. “Is that even possible with you?”
“I guess you’ll never know unless you test what I’m capable of.”
“That’s a very dangerous proposition.”
“One I’m certain a big he-man like you can handle.”
The slight snort sent a thrill through me. “You don’t know me very well. Yet.” He pinched my other nipple, twisting it until the point of true pain.
“Oh.” I closed my eyes, my pussy throbbing in recognition of the hint of agony.
“You now know what will happen if you dare defy me.”
“Why, yes, sir.”
He released his hold, pressing his finger against my nose as an evil reminder.
When he whispered a series of words in Greek, I didn’t bother to ask what they meant. The tone of his voice alone was enough to lull me into an incredible feeling of warmth.
“So beautiful.” As he eased down, pressing more of the weight of his body against mine, I gripped his shoulders. Being able to sink my fingers into his muscles was as scintillating as the man.
The corners of his mouth curled, his eyes like sparkling gems. I could stare at them for hours, losing myself in the depth of them.
I wrapped one leg around his hip, holding him tightly against me. Christos grabbed my knee, lowering his head and growling as he bit my skin.
“Ouch.”
“I thought you craved pain,” he whispered hoarsely.
“Maybe.” In response, I dug the nails of one hand into him while raking those of the other down his chest. I was forced to squeeze my fingers between us.
He took a deep breath before using his strong thigh muscles to lift his pelvis, allowing me access. As soon as I pushed the tip against my pussy lips and pulled my hand free, I wrapped my other leg around him. His devious smile remained as he allowed me to use my legs to pull him closer once again.
As his cock was pulled just inside, the immediate sensations were full of fire. I gasped from the instant ache and the way my pussy muscles clamped around the thick invasion. The man was huge. That was the only appropriate word for his massive girth. I sucked in my breath at first, pulling him even closer.
He pressed one hand on the comforter, holding his position on purpose. “You will learn I’ll never allow you to be in control.”
“You’re thinking there’s going to be a next time.”
“I assure you there will be.” He smirked and pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again. The brutal thrust was jarring to my system, but pleasure was right below the surface.
I threw my head back, lifting my back off the bed as I dug my fingers into his forearms. The sensations tearing through me were completely electrified, pulling me into a wave of molten lava. I’d never felt so utterly alive and even on fire.
Every nerve ending was seared, every synapse racing through a series of vibrations.
He planted his hands on either side of me, taking full control as he lifted his torso. The way he was peering down at me was even more possessive than before, yet there was a strange look of softness in his eyes.
The man could never be considered vulnerable, but he had a soft spot for me. The angle was shifted again and I struggled to keep my feet intertwined together. His body was too huge, his legs too massive. I pressed my calves against him, my heartrate increasing far too quickly.
I’d never let go this way, feeling as wild as any beast. It was freeing both mentally and physically. We were breathing hard together, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto mine. As they rolled down the sides of my face, I relished the tickling feeling.
Wicked thoughts continued to flow through my mind. I wanted to be covered in his scent. I wanted his cum dripping off every part of me. Did that make me a wanton woman?
I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out, now gasping to take in enough air.
When his body tensed, I thought he was finished, but he rolled over, forcing me on top. I laughed and pressed both hands on his chest, massaging him.
He shook his head before folding his arms behind him. My, oh, my. He was teasing me again, but offering another taste of his power.
I didn’t waste it, bucking hard against him. I was wild in my actions, moving the bed within seconds. When the headboard hit the wall, he looked up at what I’d done, laughing softly to himself.
I squeezed my knees and rocked, finally pulling up until only the tip was inside. Seconds later, he cocked his head, pressing the tip of his finger between my breasts. “Careful.”
“Or what?” I fell down purposely, impaling myself once again, but pulled up almost immediately.
“Or what?” he repeated.
“Uh-huh.” I repeated the sinful move, shocked when he bumped me off his body with ease, tossing me over onto my stomach.
“Then I guess I’ll need to do this.” Using my long strands as a leash, he yanked back my head as he pulled me onto all fours with his other arm. I was now completely at his mercy.
He swatted my bottom twice like he’d done before, but he wasn’t interesting in taking more time. As he plunged into my pussy again, I couldn’t hold back a single scream.
The high-pitched sound could easily be heard if the walls weren’t thick. A series of vivid lights floated in front of my eyes and I remained breathless as he pulled out, thrusting into me again.
Soon he had a perfect rhythm, pumping like a crazed man. The force drove me into the bed, but I fought to keep my hold, locking my elbows. The sound of his skin hitting mine was a powerful aphrodisiac, lulling me into another round of bliss.
Even his breathless growls were spiraling me out of control. I was exhausted, aching all over. But he refused to stop, his stamina unlike any man I’d ever known.
I kept my eyes closed as he fucked me, wishing this moment could last all night long. Maybe it could, but reality would soon return and I’d be left feeling cold, even missing him. That seemed so strange when I didn’t know him at all.
He must have sensed my mind had drifted away. The moment he cracked his hand on my already aching bottom, I yelped and clawed at the pillows. If only I could aim one at his head. I tried, unable to keep the mischievous side of myself away.
“A playful vixen yet dangerous in her own right. You will leave me with a lot to think about.” Christos yanked my hair again before folding his massive body over mine. When he grabbed my hands, folding his fingers around mine, he started rocking me more slowly.
I fell into the sweet lull all over again as he ground his hips, the move driving his cock in even deeper. I was kept in the haze while he nuzzled his face into my neck. The heat between us was combustible. I was perspiring, my upper lip covered in moisture. Now we were rocking so hard together the constant sound of the headboard hitting the wall became a monotonous rhythm.
“Come for me, angel. Don’t hold back.”
His words were demanding, sparking my senses all over again. Perhaps my body had been waiting for the perfect dominating man. Within seconds, I was brought into another powerful wave. My pussy muscles clamped around his shaft like a tight vise as my body began to spasm.
“Oh. Yes. Oh. Oh. Yes. Yes.”
He rolled his tongue around the shell of my ear, holding me in a tight cocoon as the orgasm continued. I’d never had one with such a forceful nature. The moment of pure ecstasy was the first I’d ever experienced, a memory that would easily last a lifetime.
When I started to come down from the intense haze, he rocked me roughly. I could tell by his ragged breathing he was close to the edge. I was smiling as his growls and labored breathing increased.
He was ready to lose control.
I squeezed my muscles and his entire body tensed like a live wire. His guttural roar buzzed in my ears.
The man knew how to make an entrance and a finish. The thought kept the smile on my face as he erupted deep inside.
Panting, I clawed the bedding, smiling as the rapture continued to roll through every cell. Every muscle. “Amazing.”
“Yes, you are, my angel.”
He held me close, our bodies molded as one. When he finally pushed us both down, he curled his arm around me. I couldn’t catch my breath, the heat of his body keeping every cell on fire.
“Fucking amazing,” he whispered.
“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t talk, let alone think.
For several minutes, nothing else was said. When he moved, rising to a sitting position, I half rolled over.
He peered down into my eyes, his nostrils flared. There was a thoughtful way he was looking at me. If I had to guess, I’d say he was trying to decide what to do with me.
With this.
“I’ll get our wine,” he said and climbed off the bed.
I kept my eyes on him as he headed for the doorway. When he stopped, the swarm of butterflies returned. He slowly tipped his head over his shoulder. “Tomorrow night you will attend the opening of my club with me. I will have a limo pick you up. Expect some packages to be placed in your room while you’re at your conference tomorrow. You are my guest for as long as you are here. And tomorrow night when we leave, you’ll find your things in my closet in this house.”
He walked out and I had no idea what to think. He was determined to take full control of me. I had no say in the matter.
Why did that excite me so terribly much?
The thought popping into my mind was one that was needed even in the throes of passion.
This could be the beginning of something I wouldn’t be able to control.