Total pages in book: 247
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 234281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1171(@200wpm)___ 937(@250wpm)___ 781(@300wpm)
“How about my cock in your mouth, a butt plug in—-”
Oh my fuuuuuuuuuck——
The words were powerfully arousing, enough for Mairi to whimper as her muscles clenched around his cock.
Damen groaned. “I’ve made up my mind. We’re definitely going to add this part in the book, too. So we need to do some more experimenting.”
Mairi gasped. “Damen—-”
But he was already reaching for the drawer again, the one where Mairi knew Damen kept all his little toys.
Oh my fuuuuuuuuuck——-
Part VI
The Art of Kissing a Greek Billionaire
Chapter 1
IT WAS THE SAME NIGHTMARE again, a terrifying fusion of his worst memories.
Mairi stood in front of him, eyes blurry with tears, hurt and confusion making her lip tremble.
He recognized this scene immediately, knew it was after their first night together. He had convinced her to come back to his life, to move in with him, and she had said yes, had thought it was a good idea until she realized what role she’d be playing.
No! Dammit, no!
But it was as if his soul was manacled, and there was nothing he could do to stop the scene from unfolding, nothing to prevent Mairi from breaking.
“What do you mean you’re still engaged?”
And that was when Damen saw himself. His former asshole self, unable to see past his selfishness to realize how he was destroying his only chance of happiness.
“Mairi, I didn’t lie to you this time. When we were in Vlahos’ yacht, I told you I wanted you in my life.”
“Yes.”
“But did I say I was going to break it off with her?”
Stop it. You fucking fool, stop breaking her heart! Damen struggled against the invisible chains that stopped him, but it was as if he was voiceless, nonexistent.
And so his former self continued to tear her apart.
He turned to Mairi, and Damen’s chest constricted at the way she tried to keep her every dream alive, tried to believe that love was every bit as good and pure as she had been made to believe.
“No, but...”
That blank look in her eyes, that silent begging – it drove Damen to his knees, and he looked up, wildly searching for something, someone to blame. Somebody fucking let me go so I can stop this.
He shouted, I’ll do anything you want. Just let me go and let me—-
But it was too late.
“How else will you have me back in your life if you still belong to her?” Her voice shook. Her heart bled. He could see it in her eyes.
And his former self, finally realizing, bit by bit, the fucking mess he was in. His former self, doing his best to keep Mairi from bleeding even more, saying, “I don’t belong—-”
But it was too late.
Mairi was screaming. “How?”
The pain on her face was too much.
Damen reached for her at the same time his former self did.
But neither of them was able to reach her.
Mairi, pushing away the hand that tried to hold her, Mairi trying her best not to sob, but it was impossible.
“How?” This time, she was no longer screaming. This time, she was crying.
Damen was white with pain at the sight. Why, goddamn you, why? Why do you always make me see this?
In front of him, his former self admitted in a bleak voice, “I wanted you back in my life as my mistress.”
As soon as the words were uttered, the scene changed, transforming into the garden of his home in Athens. Damen’s surprise party had taken a turn for the worst as he and his guests ended up the ones surprised instead.
A beam of light shone down on his pregnant wife, whose fingers tightly gripped the handles of her luggage. Behind her stood Drake, the man who was obviously going to take her away from Damen.
Mairi was crying, and she was apologizing to him over and over. “I’m sorry.”
Each word was like a wound that Damen knew would never stop bleeding. Even now, even though a part of him knew this was a nightmare he had somehow been forced to relive, Damen couldn’t help the terror choking him at the thought of his wife leaving him for good.
Slowly, he reached for her, half-expecting his former self to show up and replace him. But nothing happened, the crowd around them blending into the shadows. He could feel their eyes on him. Watchful. Judging. Pitying.
When Mairi flinched, Damen tore his hand away, unable to believe he had been able to touch her. He looked around, wondering what was happening. This was the past. This couldn’t be happening again—-
Behind him, Mairi was whispering, “I’m sorry.”
He spun back to face her, and terror strangled him when he saw her starting to walk away.
No.
Fuck, no.
It didn’t matter if this was a dream or not. He was not going to let her be taken away.
He clutched her hand, desperate to keep her from leaving him. Slowly, Mairi turned to Damen, tears still streaking down her face. “I’m sorry.”