Chapter 13
CHAPTER 13
W illow
Lust.
Passion.
Need.
They’d all washed together in this moment. He’d seen right through me, his smile suggesting he could read my mind or see straight into my soul. As disturbing at it truly was, the look in his eyes also kept the fire burning deep within my core.
“Tell me what you want, Willow. Be my good girl.” His demand had irritated me before.
No longer.
I was excited, my pussy throbbing. The hunger was driving me crazy, pushing me into thinking, feeling and even doing things I never would have thought of before. He was in such control over me that I was shaking like a leaf.
“Tell me.” His growl was even more exciting.
At least I could bask in his masculinity, raking my gaze down from the dark stubble covering his jaw to the exquisite bone structure of his shoulders and chest. Then I allowed my eyes to fall to his detailed tattoos, every one of them a creation of beauty. The deep V cut of his abdomen gave way to a deliciously thick and throbbing cock. How could he be rock hard so soon after we’d… fucked? I wasn’t certain what to call it, but the taste hadn’t been enough.
For either one of us.
“You want me. Say it.”
Was he asking or telling me?
I chewed on my lower lip, locking in on the glistening beads still covering his cockhead. My mouth watered at the thought of sucking his cock, even if I had no real clue what I was doing. I was flustered from the sight of his swollen balls, hanging low between his muscular thighs. He was a creation straight from the Greek gods. I was swooning more than I thought I would, heat rising across my jaw.
“Yes, I want you. I hate you but I want you. What does that make me?”
He seemed amused, breathing across my face as he lowered his head. “Perfect.” He captured my mouth, crushing his body against mine. The feel of his rock-hard cock was already driving me crazy. My mind might be a blur but I knew what I wanted.
Him.
Every inch.
Filling me.
Fucking me.
His tongue was driven inside, but I tried to take control, sucking on it while I stretched and wiggled my hands. There was no getting out of the bindings. He could do what he wanted to me when he wanted.
And I couldn’t stop him.
Not that I wanted to.
When he broke the kiss, he was as breathless as I was.
“No, this is.”
“Be careful what you’re wishing for,” he growled, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I twisted in my bindings, but the knot was too tight. I’d never been tied up before and for a few seconds, I was terrified, but I trusted him more than I had anyone but my parents.
I had a feeling nothing I would say could stop his actions. Or his need.
I almost didn’t recognize his voice from the huskiness, the lust dripping from every word. Every emotion raged through me, but mostly, a kind of longing I’d never felt before.
“Fuck me,” I blurted out.
“What did you say?”
“I said. Fuck. Me. Now.”
He ran his fingers down my side, taking several deep breaths. I closed my eyes and his growl indicated he wasn’t happy. “Look at me, Willow. Don’t take those pretty eyes off me. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”
“Yes, sir.” I don’t know why I called him sir other than his demanding ways.
I loved the deep command, his tone washing over me like smooth velvet. When I’d complied, he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple then pinched it again.
“Oh,” I whimpered, bending my arms at the elbows, weak in the knees. He was teasing me to the point I wasn’t certain how long I could take it. When he finally rubbed his finger down my stomach, I opened my legs wide without being asked.
Yet he still placed his knee between them, ensuring I was as open as possible.
For him.
For his thick cock.
Every part of me ached to have him inside, driving me to another place of nirvana. There was no denying the man or his needs. Another pinch of my nipple brought a delicious wave of pain. I pressed my head against the wall as I moaned. I was still fighting my bindings, but knew in my heart I didn’t want to escape his tight hold.
It wouldn’t have mattered. He toyed with my pussy, rubbing two fingers up and down my slickened folds. As soon as his face darkened, I braced myself for what was to come.
The man didn’t disappoint me, driving the entire length of his cock inside.
“Oh.” The single sound was followed by a hard fluttering of my stomach, a pounding of my heart.
“So tight. My God, you’re so wet for me.”
“You make me that way.”
He narrowed his eyes, his breathing as labored as mine. When he rolled onto the balls of his feet, pushing me further up the wall, he planted both hands on either side of me. “Keep your hands over your head.”
There was no denying the man, no desire to do so. I was lost in an incredible haze as he fucked me, my body meshing with his with every brutal stroke.
I was certain I would fall, but the weight of his body pressing against mine kept me aloft. As he started to fuck me even more savagely, I was lulled into a magnificent moment of bliss, vibrations dancing through me. He was as powerful as I’d known he’d be, rough in the right way as he fucked me, plunging in deep thrusts. The blissful lull was quickly surrendered to utter ecstasy as an orgasm began to build.
Panting, I struggled to obey his command. I longed to touch him, to wrap my lips around his thick cock.
He rocked on his feet, switching the angle every few seconds. I’d never been fucked this way before. My entire body was quivering and I knew this was exactly what he’d meant by surrendering to him. That’s exactly what I was doing.
If not giving him a portion of my soul.
He whispered in Greek, finally calling me his good girl. Every time he muttered the words, I was thrown by how much they affected me.
I was hotter, slicker, and wetter than I’d ever been with my vibrator, my mind so fuzzy that every sound was muffled. His husky growls only added to the incredible moment, pushing me further and harder into a heightened position. Ecstasy swirled around every sensation, pulling me into a dark abyss as another climax threatened to betray me. I couldn’t hold back; the muscles of my diaphragm constricted, stealing what was left of my breath.
“Good girl. Come for me.”
I no longer recognized his voice, the tone was so dark and dangerous.
Shocked that I could come so soon, when I did it was harder than before, my core so overheated that all the air was sucked from my lungs. “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”
I should be incensed, even shocked my body responded to his demands, but nothing about the man and his powerful prowess shocked me any longer.
He gripped my hair, pulling me away from the wall.
The man wasn’t finished yet.
When he shoved me against the counter, I was forced to press my bound hands on the surface. He raked his nails down my back, kicking my legs apart once again. When he positioned his cock against my dark hole, I sucked in my breath. He was going to fuck me in the ass.
“Watch every moment as I take another part of you.” Dimitrios was smiling, his chest heaving as he pressed the tip just inside.
I was frozen in the moment, terrified of the possible agony, gasping for air. Yet I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. He was my savior.
Wasn’t he?
He’d brought me to true ecstasy, allowing me to feel all the emotions and longing that had been unreachable before.
Up until now.
When he pushed further inside, the discomfort was immediate. But only seconds later as he whispered words in his native language in my ear, my body started to relax. Just being able to see our faces, watching our ragged emotions and intense desires rushing to the surface was something I would never forget.
He drove the rest of his cock deep inside my asshole, taking a heavy and very deep breath as soon as he did.
An entirely different smile crossed his face as he placed his hands on either side of me on the counter, pulling out and thrusting once again.
He began fucking me like the barbarian I’d accused him of being, slamming me into the counter. His entire body was as tense as mine had been, his face contorted. I couldn’t blink, didn’t dare breathe as he took what he wanted.
I sensed the moment he was ready to come and squeezed my muscles.
As he released, erupting deep inside of me, I accepted the fact I was going nowhere.
Our pasts had collided, our needs more than either one of us comprehended how to deal with.
I was going nowhere.
Nowhere…
Dimitrios
A day and a half had gone by with no additional news, none of our contacts spotting Shane. Thankfully, there’d been no other incidents either, but it was only a matter of time. Except for the nightclubs, business had almost ground to a halt, which had prompted one too many questions from the employees. It was time to explain the unwanted delay.
The restaurant was one of my family’s favorites. It was right on the ocean, the Aegean Sea within footsteps. With only one way in, other than using a boat and docking a few hundred feet away, the location made it easy for my men to protect me. I was no fool in that taking chances could only prove disastrous. The deck and one other room had been reserved for our party, the owner a good friend of my father’s.
At least I was able to gather a breath of ocean air while preparing to inform everyone of Leandro’s death. Men and a few women were still gathering in the room, instructed to grab a drink prior to my announcement.
While news of my brother’s death had likely leaked, to this point it was something the press hadn’t picked up. However, waiting any longer would only further damage my family’s reputation.
I stood staring out at the water, determined to keep this meeting entirely professional. Whether or not that was possible remained to be seen. Earlier in the day, I’d experienced another bout of rage, one severe enough I’d sent Willow away.
She had her own loss to deal with, our strange yet highly connected relationship still something we were working through. What continued to trouble me about fucking her was that the woman could make me lose my edge, succumbing to irresponsible actions.
That was only the tip of the iceberg with regard to Willow. I could see losing myself in her. Even her offer to help in hunting down Shane continued to bother me. Could I trust her enough to allow that to occur? And what would that mean?
I sensed the presence of my brother as he moved slowly toward the deck railing. When Cristos said nothing, merely doing the same thing I was in staring out at nothing, I cleared my throat. He’d volunteered to handle the arrangement for Leandro’s funeral. I was grateful I didn’t have to take care of it.
Doing so would likely throw me into another series of rages.
“Is everyone here?” I asked.
“Atticus is on his way. I’m surprised you left your houseguest at your estate.”
“What would you have me do, bring her here to learn more about our business operations?”
Christos snorted. “I have no idea what your plans are.”
Hell, neither did I.
“Shane contacted her. He told her to run.”
My brother slowly turned his head. “That’s telling. At least he’s alive so we can cut his heart into little pieces.”
“Willow is insistent Shane isn’t responsible.”
“And you believe her?” He laughed when I didn’t answer right away. “My God, Dimitrios. You care about this girl. Is it because of time spent with her in the past?”
I’d been asking myself the same question over and over again. “I don’t know.”
“I wish I could say it’s nice to see for a change, but she’s a little young for you, let alone she could be the enemy.” At least he had a glint in his eyes. “But it shows you’re still alive. I was beginning to wonder since you haven’t enjoyed the company of a woman for years.”
“Don’t go down that road, Christos.”
He threw up his hands. “Fine. I’ll just say this. You need to let the past go, but Willow is a bad choice.”
“Maybe so, but a body wants what it wants.”
“Ugh. I do not want to know.”
“Hey. You’re the one going out with all the sexy models lately. I can’t keep up with their names.”
“They’re just eye candy. Good for the body, good for the soul.”
We stood in silence for a couple of minutes and all I could do was think about her. Taking her before had been extraordinary. My cock still throbbed.
“You need to know something before this meeting.”
His tone no longer reflected his need to tease me. “Another incident.”
“Michael, the American kid?”
“He’s dead.” Shit. I should have seen that coming.
“A hit and run when he left the club last night. No one witnessed a damn thing. The bouncers had already left at that point.”
Exhaling, I turned toward him. “Have Sophia escorted out of town. Make certain she has everything she needs.”
“Okay. This asshole is eliminating everyone who might have information about him.”
“Yes,” I hissed. “There could be a target on Willow’s back. Fuck. I don’t like the way this is going.”
“Maybe that means Leandro wasn’t the main target.”
“No one would be stupid enough to enter our club and kill one of the Nomikos brothers unless they knew what they were doing. But if what Eros told me is true, the entire family is in the bullseye.”
“Whoever it is has a damn death wish,” Christos snarled. “We need to keep Mom and Pops away for a couple days.”
“Make it happen. Just know Pops won’t be pushed away for long.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. Right now, you can’t trust Shane.”
“True. I don’t think he’s the killer. However, if Shane does indeed have something to do with our brother’s death and that of his parents, it’s up to me to find out.” And to bring all three justice if necessary.
“You can’t carry all the burden on your shoulders, as broad as they are,” Christos huffed in jest. “I realize she was given a raw deal, but you can’t tell me you trust her.”
“No, I can’t. At least not yet. But she might provide assistance and success when I doubt Shane would allow himself to be found otherwise.”
“She’d need to be locked down and you can’t seriously think our men are going to guard her twenty-four/seven.”
“They’ll do what I tell them to do.”
When my brother whistled, I gave him a harsh look. “You really do care about this girl. I have a suggestion for you.”
“Meaning what?” I poured out more of my drink.
“Meaning you need to keep her on a short leash while parading her around as lure. I know safely. There’s only one way to do that. Marry her.”
I coughed, spitting out half the gulp. “What?”
“Why not? You need to secure a family at some point. I know Pops has been pushing you to accept the full role as the head of our family. Godfather of the night. Only a fool is going to crash that party unless the person is the Stalker.”
He had a good point, but I wasn’t so certain I could wrangle Willow into accepting. Yes, I could force her to marry me, but that would only push her further into a nice padlocked box mentally and emotionally. I was cruel. But even I had limitations.
He was laughing but was also right. Our father had pushed, gently at first, but I knew he wouldn’t let up on his request. Soon, it would become a demand, maybe even a condition of being head of the family. “Marry her.” Why was I repeating the words? To get used to them?
“That way she’ll be permanently attached to you. Maybe Shane will take that seriously and come out of hiding.”
“Time for the meeting, gentlemen,” Havros said from behind us.
While I normally loathed interruptions, this time I was grateful to have time to think. I followed them back into the room. Thirty of my people were there, all in high positions with the Nomikos regime and all longtime employees. While most were a part of the old businesses, some handled managerial aspects of our legitimate side.
My brothers flanked both sides as soon as I entered the room. We didn’t need to tell the employees to quiet down. They did so on their own. Meetings like this were rare and usually involved difficult information to deal with. Including murders, but not this close to home.
“There’s no easy way to say this. Our brother Leandro was murdered a couple days ago.”
I noticed Nico’s face. He was still as angry as my brothers were. He’d also been fond of my younger brother.
“What the hell?”
“By whom?”
The exclamations were to be expected. I let it go on for a couple of minutes before throwing up my hands. “Enough. The murderer has yet to be found.”
“But we suspect who the killer is.” Atticus was speaking out of turn, but he was doing so in case there were already rumors.
“We have someone under suspicion, but no one is to consider touching him. That’s our job for when we’ve determined the accuracy of what we suspect. Is that clear?”
My people knew better than to defy me.
“Good. Until confirmation is made, we go about business as usual.”
“What about Leandro’s funeral?” Nico asked.
I took a deep breath, allowing Havros to answer. “When our parents arrive, likely a few days from now. We will let everyone know.”
“In the meantime, since we don’t know what we are dealing with, security is at a top priority,” Christos added.
“Including the estates,” Atticus told them.
The sudden ring of my phone was irritating as hell. I’d instructed the men guarding the estate not to bother me unless there was an attack or another emergency.
Havros narrowed his eyes as soon as I pulled out my phone and glanced at the screen.
Gregory.
I quickly moved out of the room back onto the deck. “Greg.”
“Yeah, I’m not certain why I’m bothering to call.”
“Then why are you?” I tried to keep any animosity out of my tone, but his was so agitated I had difficulty. But there was something else wrong. I felt it in my gut.
“Is my niece safe?”
“Of course. I’m a man of my word.”
He laughed bitterly. “And my nephew?”
“He contacted Willow.” I had no intention of telling him any details. Willow had also told me her brother had sounded terrified. That was surprising, but could be an act.
“That means he’s alive.” Relief flooded his voice.
“For now.”
“Leandro’s funeral?”
“A few days.” Why was he calling me? Not to check in. That much was easy to decipher. “Greg, I’m in the middle of a meeting.”
“Yeah, I guess you have some things to do. You need to know something though.”
“What is that?” I noticed Nico rushing through the others, racing out onto the deck. I put out my hand. Whatever Greg had to say, I needed to hear.
“I don’t think my brother is the man I thought him to be.”
Nico continued to come forward, shaking his head. I placed my hand over the phone. “What is it?” The information Greg had just told me registered but without details, it was impossible to have any clue where he was going with his admittance.
“I’m sorry to bother you, Dimitrios, but we have an issue. Willow is missing.”
“What do you mean missing?”
“Gone from the house.”
I sucked in my breath. “Greg. I’ll call you back later.”