Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
He took his time checking each hall. He had no idea whether she was blonde or dark-haired. For all he knew, she might even have colored her hair completely blue just to mess with him. That kind of prank was not far-fetched at all as far as his woman was concerned.
Only when Mykolas’ pulse started to go crazy did he stop. A striking-looking redhead was standing in front of a Byzantine piece of art, her tall, voluptuous form made more mouth-watering by the form-hugging dress she wore. For all intents and purposes, it was a very modest dress, high necked, with sleeves, and the skirt falling an inch past her knees. But all of those things ceased to matter because of her curves.
If he closed his eyes, he could easily imagine himself running his hands over her body, tearing her dress off and plumping her delicious breasts for him to devour.
Inside his pants, his cock rose into attention, and Mykolas felt a teardrop of premature ejaculation slip out.
It was her.
His Velvet.
His woman.
****
Every day, thousands of tourists and locals came to visit the Acropolis Museum, which could be accessed using the ancient road that led to Acropolis Hill or what was once known in classical times as the city’s “Sacred Rock”.
Velvet had arrived at the museum early, taking her time to explore and appreciate the innumerable artifacts of the museum, with some of them dating as far back as the Bronze Age in Greece. It was only when she had been at the museum for about forty-five minutes that she slowly realized the entire room where she was in was empty.
And then she heard the huge doors shutting closed behind her, and she knew he was here.
He was a Greek billionaire, all right. He hadn’t really confirmed or denied her assumption, but this, Velvet thought almost hysterically, was proof of it. If she needed some kind of evidence that he had unlimited money at his disposal, then getting even part of the Acropolis closed down for his benefit was it.
“Turn around, agape mou.”
His voice, heard this close, sounded even sexier to her ears. It was seduction itself, pure and simple, and Velvet had a feeling everything Mykolas Sallis could say or do would be the same. Every sensible part of Velvet urged her to run away. She still had time to put all this madness behind her. She didn’t know Mykolas Sallis at all, and yet she had practically been having an affair with him since the first day he contacted her. Only a fool would go through with this.
“Velvet.” This time, he unleashed his command in his voice. This time, he discarded the unusual role of being gentle, something he had tried to adapt earlier because he didn’t want his beautiful filly afraid. But now, he realized that was not the way to handle Velvet this time. She was strong and fierce, but like any strong woman, she wanted a stronger and more powerful master to possess her.
Since his every intention was to chain Velvet Lambert to his side for as long as he desired her, Mykolas had no problems being that at all.
“Playtime’s over. Turn around and come to me now.”
The command in his voice was irresistible, and Velvet felt herself turning around even as she was torn between resentment and thrill at his hold over her. The first thing she saw was a pair of Italian handmade shoes. She had always had a good eye of quality, and she knew at first glance those shoes cost more than her month’s wages.
His black pants and matching blazer were of the same quality – the kind that never came with price tags because those who ordered them didn’t need to know how much they cost. Custom-designed to exquisitely mold to his long, tall, and muscular form, the suit emphasized the breadth of his shoulders, his lean waist, and his sculpted chest.
Velvet’s breath caught in a mixture of helpless excitement and terror of the unknown as Mykolas Sallis slowly walked towards her. With each step he took, he made the vast hall seem smaller. Around them, ancient works of art seemed to turn into spectators, watching their every move, waiting for Mykolas to claim Velvet like a Greek god who had been given a virginal offering.
When Mykolas stopped just an inch before her, her blood started to sing, heat turning her body into a tingling mass of anticipation.
“Look at me.”
Each word was like a whip of passion on her skin, making her tremble as she slowly raised her gaze to his.
He was beautiful.
Every feature of him was hard and perfect, and Velvet found herself more than a little faint at just how larger than life Mykolas Sallis felt. Ebony black hair, gold-brown eyes, and smooth, hard bronze skin all over that made her fingers itch. Her head whirled at the realization that this was the man she had been talking to all this time.