Chapter 8
Spinning around in my seat, I found Dimitris cutting my call before he carefully placed it back on the table.
“It’s nice to come home to a wife who’s having phone sex with her lover.” Dimitris loomed above me, dark and forbidding.
“Cut it out, will you? We both had sex with other people. Get over it! You were ramming your cock in Claudine’s French webby cocoon last night so you can’t complain about me having some little sexy time over the phone!” The thought of him with Claudine again made my stomach somersault. Reaching for my phone, I got up to finish my call with Brody. Dimitris’s anger can simmer some more.
“You disrespectful bitch!” he screamed, snatching the phone away before he strode quickly towards the balustrade where he threw my phone out to the city below.
“Aw, hell no! You f*cking didn’t!” I ran towards him, barefoot on the grass, ready to throw him out, the way he had done my phone. “You’re going to pay for that, you stupid, Greek moron!” I tried to slap him, but he was quick to catch it. Using my captured fists, I pushed him with all my might, trying to untangle his hold of my wrists, but I ended up pushing him to the ground, losing balance with me atop his body. “Go to hell, you piece of shit!” I slapped him successfully when his hand lessened its hold from our fall.
“Enough!” Dimitris roared, his voice echoing everywhere, making me freeze, somehow scared at his murderous look before he rolled me onto my back. “You want to be a slut, Lindsey?” Those magnetic orbs turned dark, its usual color gone from the turmoil that raged within him.
“No,” I whispered when he pushed himself in between my legs, situating his hardness directly on me, my skirt lifted around my stomach.
“No? I don’t believe you. Let me prove what a lying wife you are, shall we?” Dimitris bit out, finger pushing my silk thong aside before his middle finger lightly dipped into my opening. He groaned, shaking his head at me. “How you lie to me, sweet wife.”
I was biting my lip, trying so hard to not respond to his finger that was doing amazing things to me. “I’m. Not. Your. Wife,” I spat out, fighting to push him off at the same time that I fought the orgasm from his finger. Sweet Jesus, how did we end up going from wanting to kill each other… to this? “Stop…” I pleaded, slowly writhing. A sound came from me when he pulled his finger out, from disappointment or relief, I simply wasn’t sure.
His lips brushed against my ear. Each breath made me quiver in anticipation before I heard a sound of a zipper being opened. “Do you want to be a slut, Lindsey?” He cackled before shoving his cock into me at full force, making me gasp sharply as I lifted my chest off the ground, leaving any breath from my body behind me.
Mother hell… more…
Dimitris didn’t move, his shaft dislodged halfway in my channel while he looked at my face, waiting. I tried to cajole his length to go deep inside, moving my hips in slight movements, giving him my approval to take me, however he remained unmoving. “Why aren’t you moving?” I wondered out loud after my actions didn’t prove effective.
“You haven’t answered my question.”
He was hell-bent on being a jackass, but I’d missed the feel of him therefore I had to bite the bullet and answer his stupid, condescending question. “Yes, I want to be a slut. Satisfied?”
Dimitris groaned, shoving his hardness into my wetness. “Satisfied? No, not by a f*cking long shot.”
He was rough. With each thrust he gave me, a tingly impact was on my slit, driving me more insane with perfervid need. I wanted it all. I wanted more of his cock, more of him.
“You’re mine!” he bellowed, ripping the top part of my dress to expose my breasts for him to feast on as he pounded me to the ground, literally.
I yelped when he bit into my nipple instead of suckling it. He was a beast and I didn’t want him to take me any other way. He was orchestrating my body for his own needs, growling in hunger before he took hold of my hips and obliterated me completely.
“My wife!” he growled, both of our bodies synchronizing their release, before he covered his lips with mine as I screamed into his kisses from the intense earthquake that rumbled within me, unleashing it with a violent magnitude. It pushed me to a rocketing bliss, a sacred world where this man was the only one who could show me a fragment of Heaven in my world of Hell.
Elated, I let it engulf me, let it possess me, seize me and complete me. Wide-eyed, I stared into the stars above, panting as I tried to recover from my orgasm. I could still feel him throbbing, giving small spurts of his seed inside me as he gently rolled his hips, slowing down. What a gifted… I trailed off when I heard him.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered on my neck before pushing himself on his elbows to look at me properly. “Never a day passed that I didn’t wish to be with you.” I opened my mouth to talk, but he kissed it instead, hushing me. “I wanted you to know, but tonight, let’s not talk. We can communicate through our bodies.” He kissed me again, knowing that I wouldn’t be satisfied with just one.
~L~
The next day, I woke up alone in bed, more sore than I’d ever been before. Dimitris sought for me so many times last night that I lost count. I think he’d sleep for an hour or so and then reach out to me again.
I was in the shower when he joined me, divinely naked. Without any sort of greeting, at all, the Greek simply walked up to me and kissed me passionately, no holds barred. Moaning against his hot body, I circled my arms around his neck, kissing him like there was no tomorrow, not caring if the heavy pour of water from the showerhead mixed into our kiss.
Lost in the world of being his woman again, I wasn’t aware that we had moved until I felt the cold glass behind my back. Dimitris broke our kiss, hands and lips busy on my neck and breasts while I savored everything he gave me. This man, when it came to my body, took it to electrifying highs I didn’t know about.
“Dimi,” I moaned, reaching for his hair when I felt the tip of his tongue, parting my folds.
“Place your leg on my shoulder, ómorfi gynaíka mou. I want to taste you and your swollen p-ssy,” He instructed, tongue busy, eyes looking up to me—watching me writhe against him.
“F*ck! Baby!” I bucked, eyes like saucers when he started his whiplash. His tongue was a torque; rapid successions of flicks and twists, sending astounding voltage of electrifying pleasure through me.
I didn’t last long; I never did when he used that torque-like technique he did and he knew it. It was one of my addictions when I was with him. The Greek simply knew how to use his gifted tongue and effortlessly knew his way into me, my weakness.
“Kaliméra.” He laughed, kissing me, letting me taste my essence on his tongue.
“Good morning,” I moaned against his lips, hanging on to him. His cock was right against my folds, hard and ready.
Dimitris rocked his hips, sliding it on my folds, but not penetrating. “Stay with me, for as long as you want… or until you leave.” He cupped my face, directing me with the turbulent impact of his eyes, melting my brain. “Lindsey?”