“If you meet me today, you would be mine – and that means following my every word. Do you remember that?”
“Yes.” The word was pried out of her in a little whimper. Mairi closed her eyes, her head tossing restlessly from side to side as she felt her body go up in flames under his gaze.
She felt Damen bending down again, and Mairi bit her lip hard as his breath fanned the folds of her womanhood. “Ready, darling?” he whispered.
“Ye----aaah!” There was no warning whatsoever. Suddenly, his tongue was there, licking and then thrusting inside, completely possessing Mairi.
She clutched his shoulders. “Damen…Damen…Damen…” His tongue didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her. Mairi’s legs started to tremble, falling wide open, but still he didn’t stop.
“Damen!”
It was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. Understanding the need threading Mairi’s voice and knowing that he alone could satiate it, Damen didn’t stop fucking her pussy with his tongue even as he reached for her clit. Twist, pinch, press----
“DAMEN!” She screamed as she shattered, little sobs coming out of her mouth as her legs twisted around his neck, her hips moving up to keep his tongue in her pussy. He dug his hands under her bottom and covered her with his mouth, lapping up every drop of her come.
When she opened her eyes, feeling like she was still floating, Mairi found herself cradled in Damen’s lap, his silvery gray gaze all sensual heat as he studied her.
“Hi.”
Damen’s lips twitched, the dreamy tone of her ‘hi’ now familiar. He returned solemnly, “Hi.” He caressed her cheek with his knuckles. “You were amazingly passionate.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That sounds like a nice way of saying I was so…” Mairi blushed. “…horny.”
“And that,” he deadpanned.
She gasped.
Damen smiled. “But your passion did blow me away. I liked it. A lot.”
She could only smile back at him, totally dazzled.
“But you know…”
She tensed a little at the way his voice dropped a notch. “You know…what?”
Damen moved forward, his lips touching her ears as he said, “That was just a taste. You know that, don’t you? I still have to fuck you, Mairi – and I’m going to do it the second I have you alone in my room.”
Lesson 6
To catch a Greek billionaire is in many ways no different from catching any man you fancy.
She said: What I mean is, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
He said: Says the girl who told me she loved me after I fed her a 300-gram steak.
(Note to editor: Please edit 300 to 150. Please. I mean it.)
“It’s okay to admit you’re hungry.” For all intents and purposes, Damen shouldn’t give a damn about whether the woman he was dating was on a diet or not. Most of the time, they were on a diet but wouldn’t admit to it since in their twisted little brains, admitting to dieting was equivalent to admitting they were overweight.
But this was Mairi, and her stomach had growled repeatedly even after she finished her soup and salad in record time.
She shook her head, red-faced. This would teach her not to skip a meal before meeting with a man she very well knew was determined to take her to bed. She couldn’t make herself meet Damen’s gaze at the moment, instead letting her eyes roam around the elegant décor of the villa’s dining room.
Damen told her he had rented it for the week, and in the same sentence he had also told her that he expected her to sleep there – in his bed – every night for the rest of his stay in Oneroi.
Growl.
She winced.
Damen said gently, “Mairi---”
She forced herself to look at Damen, pasting a bright smile on her face. “I didn’t hear anything.” She peered up at the waiter, whom Damen had solemnly vowed to her knew how to keep his mouth shut. “Did you hear anything?”
The waiter, a man who looked to be in his late teens, tugged at his bowtie uneasily. “Err…”
Mairi looked at Damen with a triumphant smile. “See? He didn’t hear anything either.”
He shook his head. “Enough, darling. You will eat and you shall eat now. If you do not want to order for yourself then I shall order for you.” He spoke to the waiter, giving the orders in a decisive tone.
When the waiter left them on their own, her shoulders slumped. “Sorry.”
“There’s nothing wrong about taking pleasure in food.”
“It is when I’m eating more than you are,” she told him seriously.
He barked out in laughter.
“Aren’t you going to join me? Please?”