The Art of Trusting a Greek Billionaire(13)

“Damen!”

“Did you even think about me while you were flirting with your date?”

“Y-you saw us?”

“I didn’t just fucking see you,” he snarled, jealousy making him cruel and possessive as he tightened his hold on her butt, grinding his cock into her.

She screamed.

“I saw him, too – saw your date trying to eat you alive with his eyes.”

She gasped, “It wasn’t—”

“It was exactly like that,” he growled. Without warning, he let her slide down to her feet, flipped her around, and pumped his cock back into her.

“Aah!” Her hands slammed against the door as her back curved down, her legs spreading open to accommodate his cock.

“He wanted to fuck you. And you know that, don’t you?” Damen rasped the question against the tender skin of her nape. Not waiting for her answer, he bent down and bit her shoulder.

“Damen!” His bite hurt, but somehow that made the pleasure more intense. She could no longer stop herself from screaming as he pounded into her again and again, forcing her to press her face flat against the door.

With each thrust, her sobs became louder, her body became tenser, and her heart swelled and swelled because each thrust told her a new truth.

Damen was jealous. Damen wanted her to be his. Damen cared.

Someone knocked on the main door.

Mairi tensed.

Uncaring of the intruder, Damen chose that exact time for his fingers to join his cock, teasing her clit into stimulating her orgasm as he shoved his cock into Mairi’s heat as hard as he could.

She screamed and he groaned with her, their come mixing together, his seed so abundant it overflowed, leaking out of her pussy and dripping down her legs.

“Oh Lord.” The woman outside – a different one, probably the manager, Mairi thought dazedly – was clearly embarrassed. Mairi was, too, but one look at Damen’s face told her that he was not.

She tried to get out of his arms quickly, but he didn’t let her, instead taking his time to wipe her dry and re-arrange her clothes.

Damen was the first one to step outside.

The manager recognized him in a flash. “Mr. Leventis!”

He acknowledged it with a cool nod. “I need you to go out and redirect everyone. Tell them this bathroom isn’t functional. And after, I’d appreciate it if you completely forget about this.” He raised a brow.

“Understood, sir,” the manager answered nervously.

When the woman left, he opened the door and, taking Mairi’s hand, he guided her out. “Mairi?”

She had listened to Damen’s exchange with the restaurant manager and had known that the other person assumed it was Alina Kokinos standing inside the cubicle. The knowledge had hurt, but when she looked into Damen’s eyes, the pain eased.

In his eyes, she saw that he was worried about her, that he cared about her, that he needed her.

The twists don’t matter, she whispered silently to herself. In the end, if they loved each other, they would have their happy ending. She had to believe that.

When Mairi still didn’t speak, fear and tension had his body stiffening. He asked tautly, “Mairi?”

Swallowing, she made herself answer. “I’m okay. Thank you for…protecting my identity.”

He relaxed after a beat, seeing that she was not mad at him. Just looking at her made him want to touch her – not sexually, but just to keep them connected.

His heart clenched. Was this how love felt? The real kind?

Mairi’s lips parted in wonder as she watched Damen slowly lift one hand up and caress her cheek. She wanted to kiss his fingers, and after a moment’s hesitation, she turned her face to the side and did it.

He stilled, the kiss startling him. More than that, it felt like a healing touch, which was strange since he had not even known he was…wounded.

Closing his eyes, with her lips pressed against his palm, her fingers stroking his cheek, Damen could almost make himself believe that Mairi Tanner was indeed in love with him.





Chapter Seven



To trust a Greek billionaire, one must accept that their breed also has a tendency to go through denial.

He said: Breed, eh? You make us sound like dogs who have a hard time accepting who their master is.

She said: Now that you’ve said it…but really, really gorgeous-looking dogs, though.



“You look pleased with yourself.” His friend, Stavros Manolis, remarked in a low aside as they sat next to each other on the front row, which was reserved for VIP guests of the celebrity tennis match both their companies were sponsoring.

Everywhere around them, people were in a frenzy, unable to bear the sheer excitement and joy of seeing two gorgeous and eligible Greek billionaires in one place.