It didn’t happen.
The next thing she knew, Stavros had snatched her hand away from the sheikh and he was dragging her with him towards the doors.
Behind them, she heard the sheikh exclaim in surprise. “Where are you taking her?”
Stavros cursed.
Willow laughed.
She didn’t even try to stop him as he exited the yacht’s viewing hall, didn’t even bat an eyelash when Stavros shoved her inside one of the private antechambers. She remained still, a feminine sense of power filling her. The four walls surrounding her had framed photos of the royal family, each depicting a snippet of Continian history. They should have interested her since it was part of her job, but at that moment, Willow only had eyes for Stavros.
She was fascinated, excited, and oh God, she was turned on by the way Stavros was moving. Swift, graceful, precise, and commanding – he was a man on a mission, hell bent on locking her inside and ensuring their privacy.
When the last blinds were down, Stavros turned around to look at her, a six-foot-plus Greek god whose powerful frame was vibrating with fury and need.
Flipping her hair like she had been born doing it, Willow raised a brow. “Are you sure you’re man enough to talk to me?”
She was barely done talking when Stavros hauled her into his arms and crushed her mouth under his.
“Bitch,” he growled just before driving his tongue back into her mouth.
When he lifted his head for breath, she laughed tauntingly. “But you want this bitch.”
Stavros sucked hard on her lip in punishment.
Gasping, she retaliated by gripping his hair and trying to pull his head back. When he released her mouth, she immediately took his lip and bit, hard enough to taste blood.
“What the fuck?” But there was more desire in his voice than anger.
When he grasped the hem of her dress in a rough motion, she tried wriggling away, shaking her head. “Don’t rip my dress off!” When he kept pushing it up her thighs, she hissed, “I’ll have nothing to wear! You want everyone to see me naked?”
“Not if they fucking want to live,” Stavros bit out, but enough of his senses returned, and his hands became more careful as he pulled the dress up—
His eyes widened. Whipping the dress over her head and throwing it to the floor, Stavros saw that what he had suspected was true. “Goddammit, Willow.” He didn’t know what he wanted more – to kill her or fuck her. She was completely naked under the dress, and even as he automatically reached for her gloriously large breasts, he was already demanding an answer. “Why aren’t you wearing anything under the fucking dress?”
“Will you believe me if I told you a nineteen year old made me do it?”
Stavros pinched her nipples, making her moan. As her body arched towards him, he said gutturally, “It depends whether that nineteen year old has a dick—”
No longer in the mood to talk, Willow simply cut him off by cupping his face and kissing him.
Stavros shuddered at her kiss, but a moment later he wrestled control from her as his tongue laid claim to her mouth. The kiss became feral, mouths grinding, tongues mating, and at one point, she ended up scratching Stavros’ back with her nails.
Stavros tore his mouth away at the stinging marks she had left on his back. “What’s gotten into you?”
You, she wanted to say. But because she couldn’t admit that, she only raised a brow at Stavros. “Is this what my leaving turned you into? You like to talk with your mouth rather than your cock—”
His face hardening, he gritted out, “You really have become a bitch.” Unzipping himself, he pushed her down to the floor.
She looked at him over her shoulder. “And you talk too—”
Without warning, Stavros shoved his cock into her, and the rest of what she had to say turned into an incoherent moan.
Grabbing her by the hair, he began fucking her. It was a wordless, primal rutting, and the only sounds in the room were her pants, his grunts, and the rhythmic slap of his balls against her butt.
He hated her. She could feel it in each deep thrust of his cock into her sex. After this, he might even hate her more and hate himself. She knew all this, but it just didn’t matter. If this was the only way she could keep him hers—
If this was the only way she could keep him from other women—
Looking at him again, she taunted, “Is that the best you can—mmph.” Tightening his grip on her hair, Stavros pulled her head back and shut her up with a hard, open-mouthed kiss. He fucked her like that, his cock pounding into her, his tongue driving inside her mouth—
She screamed against his lips when she felt his hand under her body. He began torturing her clit, and she started begging him to stop. But he didn’t. He pinched, twisted, yanked, and the pain was so exquisite it turned into the most unbelievably acute sense of pleasure.