“I’m cooooooming!” No sooner had she moaned the words out did it happen, a powerful orgasm that took her senses by storm. As her body shook with every creamy discharge from her sex, Stavros didn’t stop pounding into her, over and over, until he, too, was coming. One after another, he shot his cum into her, his hips slamming hard against her with each expulsion.
A second later, she was slumped on the floor, her butt in the air.
And Stavros still wasn’t finished.
Her eyes widened in alarm when she felt her being flipped on her back. “No.” But her whispered protest was completely ignored as Stavros pushed her legs wide open. She tried to pull away, forcing herself up on her elbows, but there was no escaping—
“AAAAAAH!” Her head fell back as Stavros pushed his cock into her again.
He started slow and steady, each thrust firm but leisurely, but even so the pleasure was too much for her sensitive flesh. Her eyes rolled back, and by the time Stavros started thrusting faster and faster, Willow was no longer able to do anything but surrender herself to his mastery.
When he started to come, he took her along with him, his nimble fingers working its magic on the swollen bud hidden behind her folds.
When she woke up, she was still naked and on the floor, and he was gone.
Someone was knocking on the door. “Ms. Somerset?”
“S-sorry, hang on a minute.” With trembling fingers, she reached for her dress and, pushing herself up, she shakily put her dress back on. She opened the door and found Serenity looking human again, an apprehensive expression on her face.
“Ms. Somerset, are you…all right?”
“Yeah.” There wasn’t anything else to say, even if she wasn’t certain it was the truth.
“You’re certain, Ms. Somerset?”
Willow managed a wobbly smile. “Did I mention you’re a genius? Our plan worked.” And it had. Stavros hated her. He wouldn’t have left her if he hadn’t hated her. But that was fine, right? As long as he hated her, everything would be fine.
Right?
A sob escaped Willow, and she hastily choked it back. “Sorry.” She gazed fixedly on the floor, not wanting the younger girl to see how hard it was for her not to break down.
Over her head, she heard Serenity say gravely, “I’m sorry, too, Ms. Somerset. I’m sorry that you seemed to have fallen for a man who doesn’t deserve—”
“No.” She lifted her head, wanting Serenity to see the truth in her eyes, the truth that her heart knew even if the rest of the world saw it differently.
“You don’t understand.” Swallowing past the pain, she tried to make Serenity see Stavros the way Willow saw him. “You’ve only seen Stavros when he’s…hurting. But when he’s not…”
Her voice caught.
Her eyes closed involuntarily, and it was that easy.
She just had to hide from the stark brightness of reality, and the darkness allowed her to remember.
Stavros telling her not to fuck herself up because he had wanted her to succeed—
Stavros forcing her to take over new projects because he had believed in her—
Stavros loving her without knowing he did—
She remembered and even after everything, she just couldn’t hate him.
Dragging air into her lungs, she whispered, “He’s not a bad man. He never was. He’s the most gentle, the most loving…” A sound that was part-sob and part-laugh escaped her. “He just needs time to realize that I really do love him and that I’ll never betray him.”
****
Stavros pushed himself off the balcony’s marbled ledge when Willem returned. He asked starkly, “Is she fine?” The guilt had not left him the moment he stepped out of the room and locked the door behind him. It had only taken a couple of minutes before he had made the decision to call Willem and ensure someone was there for Willow when she woke up.
Instead of answering, Willem said abruptly, “Make me understand something, Stavros. You are a long-time friend of mine, and I have always thought you were an honorable man. If you’re that worried about her, then why hurt her in the first place?”
“None of your fucking business.” Stavros’ gaze narrowed. “Unless of course your interest in her extends beyond the professional?” Jealousy twisted in his chest at the thought that Willem de Konigh might soon be the man to replace him in Willow’s life, and he said in a low, violent undertone, “Answer me, Willem. Do you want her that way?”
“And if I do?” Willem’s face remained impassive.
“Then our friendship is over.”
In response, the Dutch billionaire only lifted a brow. “Rather strong sentiments, don’t you think, for someone you supposedly no longer care about?”