Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
“Daaaaamen!” She screamed his name as she climaxed, and she screamed it again and again as Damen pounded into her harder and harder, his cock and touch claiming her pussy and ass in that uniquely hard sweet way only Damen Leventis was capable of.
When she emerged from her passion-induced stupor, Mairi found herself spooning with her husband in bed. The vibrator was gone, but Damen’s semi-erect cock was still partially buried inside her.
Feeling her stir, Damen nuzzled her neck. “How do you feel?”
“Perfect.”
“It wasn’t too much?”
Mairi shook her head, feeling inexplicably shy even though she knew how ridiculous it was. Damen’s arm went around her waist and she threaded her fingers through his, their hands resting against her tummy.
“The baby?” Damen asked.
“All good.”
Damen kissed her nape. “I love you, Mairi.”
“I love you.” Mairi felt him smile against her skin, and it made her smile, too.
“Do you think we should talk about this in the book?”
Her eyes flew open in horror at his teasing suggestion. “No!”
“Because you’re ashamed of my proclivities? Or perhaps you’re worried it will make people think less of you?” Damen allowed a bit of roughness into his voice, wanting Mairi to think he felt hurt by her rejection.
Mairi twisted her head around to face him, appalled at Damen’s words. “No, no, it’s not like that.” She paused, then added in awkward honesty, “If I have to be truthful, I loved being...I loved being taken like that.”
Damen was entranced by the blush that stole over his wife’s face.
“It was like...” Her voice lowered to a secretive whisper. “It was like being taken by two Damens.”
Damen had to kiss her after that, fingers sinking in her hair. God, how he loved this woman. She had the most insane thoughts, and all of it just made him love her more and more. “How about three Damens next?” he muttered teasingly against her lips.
Mairi’s lips parted in a gasp, and he used it to his advantage, tongue slipping in.
“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.