Chapter 8
SUMMER
The dress is hanging on the back of the bathroom door when I get out of the shower.
It’s black, floor-length, but I can see my hand through the fabric when I hold it up to the light.
There’s no bra beside it, no underwear. Just the dress and a pair of strappy black heels on the floor beneath it.
I hold it against my body in the mirror, and my stomach drops.
I can see everything through the fabric.
My nipples, the dip of my waist, the shadow between my thighs. I might as well walk downstairs naked.
Fucking, Kairo.
As much as I want to stay upstairs and hide, I know he will come and get me.
I walk downstairs slowly, each step deliberate, the heels clicking on the marble.
I'm ready for a fight. I have a whole speech prepared about how degrading this is.
Kairo is waiting at the bottom of the stairs, but when he hears me, he looks up and stops.
His hand is on the banister, his eyes moving from my face down my body and back up again.
His lips part, and I notice the rapid rise and fall of his chest with each breath.
"You look beautiful," he says. His tone is something I haven't heard before, not commanding nor threatening, but as if he is in awe.
The fight dies in my throat because the way he is looking at me gives me flutters.
I walk past him without a word because I don't trust what will come out of my mouth.
“Hey,” he says, grabbing me and pulling me back to him.
He reaches out and pinches my chin, making me look up at him.
“You take my breath away,” he confesses.
My brows pull together. The way he is looking at me gives me goosebumps, and I don’t like it.
“I am the luckiest man in the world to have such a hot wife.”
He doesn’t mean that. I struggle out of his hands, and he gives me a look of confusion.
“Did you say that to the woman tattooed on your arm, too?” I raise a brow at him.
It takes him a moment to catch up, but then he smiles widely. “Yes, I did.”
I’m surprised. “Guess your words mean nothing then,” I say, throwing my hair over my shoulder.
“Fuck, your jealousy is a turn on.” He chuckles.
“I’m not jealous, keep dreaming.” I huff as I storm off from him, not exactly sure where we are supposed to be going.
He places his hand on the small of my back and guides me out of the villa, down the stone path, past the pool, to a dock I didn't know existed. It’s hidden by palm trees and tucked into a small inlet.
A luxury yacht sits in the water, not massive but sleek, white, glowing with soft lights strung along the deck.
Music plays from somewhere inside, low and warm.
He helps me aboard with his hand lingering on my waist a beat too long, and I let it.
The deck is set for dinner, a table for two at the stern, white linen, candles in glass holders to block the breeze, and champagne already chilling.
The ocean stretches out in every direction, black and glittering under the early stars, there's nowhere to go out here.
"Sit," he says, pulling my chair out.
I sit. The fabric of the dress shifts against the seat, and I feel it everywhere.
He pours us both champagne, sits across from me, and watches me intensely the way he always watches me, like I'm the only thing in the world worth looking at. I don’t like it.
Liar. I take a sip and let the bubbles settle my nerves.
I lean forward, forgetting the deep V in the dress, and I don’t realize I’m exposing my breasts until I notice his eyes drop to my chest and his jaw flexes.
"See something you like?" I raise a brow at him.
His eyes come back to mine. "Always."
"You know this dress is basically see-through."
"I'm aware. I chose it."
"Did you choose it so your staff could see everything too?" I glance toward the cabin where a figure moves behind the glass.
"They can look." His voice drops. "They can't touch. There's a difference."
A staff member appears to serve the first course, a man I haven't seen before.
He's young, maybe my age, tanned, with dark hair, and strong arms. He sets the plate down in front of me, and his eyes flick to my chest for half a second before he catches himself and looks away.
I catch it, though, as does Kairo. Butterflies shift in my stomach, the tattoo flashes through my mind, the Greek letters, the name of a woman who means the most to him, the way he shut me down when I asked.
I look at the waiter when he comes back with the bread, and I hold his gaze a beat longer than I should.
"Thank you," I say, placing my hand on his. I let my voice soften, and the waiter's eyes widen slightly as he nods and retreats.
Kairo's champagne glass pauses halfway to his mouth, those amber eyes darkening.
Oh, that got a reaction. This could be fun. Give him a dose of his own medicine.
The waiter comes back to refill the champagne, and I touch his wrist when he pours, just a brush of my fingers against his skin. "What's your name?" I ask.
"Nico, ma'am." He glances nervously at Kairo.
"Nico." I smile at him. "Tell the chef this food is incredible."
"I will, ma'am."
I can feel Kairo's stare burning into the side of my face. I don't look at him, I keep my attention on Nico as he tops up my glass. "Have you worked on the island long?"
"Summer." Kairo's voice cuts through the warm night air like a blade.
I turn to him innocently. "What? I'm making conversation."
His amber eyes are flat and dark, and the warmth from when he called me beautiful at the bottom of the stairs is gone.
"Nico." He doesn't look at the waiter, he looks at me. “Seems as if my wife is trying to make a point about something.”
Nico looks between the two of us nervously.
“And I feel like I have a point of my own to prove.” He smirks darkly.
Oh no.
"Stand over there." He points to the railing, ten feet away, facing us. "Don't move until I tell you."
Nico hesitates, confused by what Kairo is asking of him.
"Now," he yells.
Nico moves to the railing and stands there, hands clasped, eyes uncertain.
Kairo stands slowly, the chair scraping like a threat across the deck.
“You wanted to flirt with another man in front of your husband?” His voice is low and venomous. “Then he’s going to watch exactly what happens to greedy little sluts who forget who they belong to.”
“Kairo … I was just …”
“Shut your fucking mouth.”
He grabs me by the back of the neck and drags me to the wide sun lounger in full view of Nico.
He shoves me down hard, bending me over the cushion so my ass is up and completely exposed.
The sheer dress is yanked violently up over my hips, and he turns my head so that I’m facing Nico, who looks like he wants to disappear and is trying not to look at me.
Kairo kicks my legs wider apart with his foot, spreading me obscenely. He frees his cock and slaps it against my soaked pussy a few times, teasing the head up and down my slit, coating himself in my shame.
“You’re already dripping for me,” he growls, voice thick with rage and lust. “Even when you’re trying to embarrass me in front of another man, this greedy cunt still knows who it belongs to.”
He presses the thick head against my entrance and pushes in, but only halfway. He stops there, stretching me open, refusing to give me the rest.
I whimper, pushing back against him instinctively.
He yanks my head back by my hair. “Don’t you fucking move, and don’t you dare come. You don’t get to come unless it’s on my cock. I’m the only man who makes you come. Do you understand me?”
I nod frantically, tears slipping down my cheeks.
He holds me there for what feels like forever with just the head of his cock inside me, throbbing, making me ache for more. Then he finally thrusts forward in one brutal, punishing stroke, burying himself to the hilt.
I scream.
The stretch is brutal, he’s so deep. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He starts fucking me with long, vicious strokes, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the wet slap of his hips against my ass echoing across the deck.
Every thrust is angry, possessive, each one is meant as punishment.
“Look at him.” Kairo snarls, forcing my head up so I have to meet Nico’s wide, horrified eyes. “Look at the man you tried to use against me while I ruin what’s mine.”
He fucks me harder, grinding deep on every stroke, making sure I feel every inch. My fingers dig into the lounger cushion as I moan and sob.
“You don’t get to come,” he repeats through gritted teeth, slapping my ass hard. “Fight it, I want you desperate and broken before I fill you.”
I’m shaking, trying so hard to hold back the orgasm that’s building dangerously fast. My pussy keeps clenching around him, betraying me with every thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of him destroying me fill the quiet night.
Kairo leans over me, teeth grazing my ear. “You think you can flirt with someone else? I’ll fuck you in front of every man on this island if I have to. I’ll make sure they all know exactly whose cum is leaking out of you.”
He reaches around and circles my clit with two fingers, slow, torturous circles that push me right to the edge.
“Don’t you fucking come,” he warns again, his voice dark and dangerous. “Or I’ll make this so much worse for you.”
I’m crying, whimpering, fighting the pleasure with everything I have while he keeps pounding into me, deep and ruthless.
He fucks me like he hates me, which he does.
The lounger scrapes loudly against the deck as he rails me, one hand pinning the back of my neck, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
“Who does this cunt belong to?”
“You!” I choke out through tears.
“Louder.”
“You! It belongs to you!”
He laughs, dark and cruel.
The threat and the overwhelming pleasure push me right to the edge. I fight it desperately, whimpering and shaking, trying to hold back the orgasm that’s building violently inside me.
Kairo keeps fucking me mercilessly, grinding deep, making sure every thrust hits that spot that makes my legs shake.
I’m sobbing into the cushion, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm that’s barreling toward me like a freight train.
My thighs are trembling violently. Every brutal thrust sends sparks of unwanted pleasure shooting up my spine.
I’m so close it hurts, but I bite down on my lip until I taste blood, refusing to let go.
Kairo laughs darkly behind me, the sound low and cruel.
“Look at you, trying so hard not to come while your pussy is sucking me in like a desperate whore.” He slaps my ass hard, the sting making me clench around him even tighter. “You’re going to hold it until I say you can. Understand?”
“Yes …” I choke out, my voice breaking.
He fucks me harder, faster, the wet, obscene sound of his cock slamming into my soaked pussy echoing across the water. Nico is still standing there, frozen, forced to watch every savage thrust.
Kairo leans over me, his chest pressed to my back, teeth grazing my ear as he growls, “I’m going to fill this desperate cunt up, and then I’ll make them clean up my mess.”
The words push me right to the edge again, and I whimper, shaking, fighting the orgasm with everything I have.
I break.
The orgasm crashes through me so hard my vision whites out.
I scream into the cushion, my pussy spasming violently around his cock as wave after wave rip through me as my legs give out completely.
Kairo doesn’t stop, he fucks me through it, drawing out every pulse until I’m a sobbing, shaking mess.
Only then does he bury himself deep and come with a guttural groan, flooding me.
He stays inside me, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stays deep.
When he finally pulls out, a thick gush of his cum runs down my thighs. He yanks the dress higher up my back and spreads my legs even wider, fully exposing my dripping, used pussy to Nico.
“On your knees,” Kairo orders, voice cold.
What? I try to thrash against him. “Kairo, no!”
Nico drops instantly, looking terrified as he does what his boss demands.
“Eat every fucking drop. Clean my cum out of my wife’s cunt so you never forget who owns her.”
Nico leans in, and the second his tongue touches me, I flinch and whimper in pure humiliation. He licks slowly at first, then deeper, sucking Kairo’s thick load from my swollen, freshly-fucked pussy while I shake and cry.
Kairo watches one hand still gripping the back of my neck. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Taste exactly who she belongs to.”
The shame burns through me like acid as Nico’s tongue works between my folds, licking up every trace of Kairo while I’m forced to stay bent over, trembling and exposed.
Kairo leans down, lips brushing my ear. “Next time you flirt with another man, I’ll make him lick my cum out of you while I remind you exactly who the only man is that gets to make you come. Do you understand me?”
I nod frantically, broken.
“Good girl.”
After what feels like an eternity, Kairo releases the back of my neck. "You're done, get below deck," he tells Nico.
Nico is gone before the sentence finishes. I hear his footsteps scramble down the stairs and a door slam shut.
“Get up,” Kairo says as I slowly peel myself off the sun lounger on shaky legs.
The dress is twisted around my waist, and his cum is cooling on my thighs.
The night air is hitting every part of me that's exposed and raw.
I pull the dress down with shaking hands and stand.
My knees almost buckle, but I grip the edge of the lounger until the world stops tilting.
Kairo walks back to the table, he sits down, smooths the napkin across his lap, and picks up his champagne glass like that didn’t just happen. He takes a long sip and sets it down beside his plate.
I walk to the table on legs that barely hold me, every step is a negotiation with my body. I pull out my chair and sit, the fabric sticking to the mess between my thighs, and I want to crawl out of my own skin.
"Eat your dinner, Summer," he says calmly, insinuating obedience is the only option left.
I pick up my fork, and my hand trembles, so the fork rattles against the plate. I take a bite, and I can't taste anything. I chew and swallow and stare at the black water, wondering how I can escape. Next time I will not fail.