A Fling with the Greek Billionaire (8 page)

Nik was still pistoning in and out of her, and a moment later, his fingers bit almost painfully into her bottom as he, too, came. His orgasm felt just as powerful, with the way her pussy felt near to bursting with his cum.

As Daria’s body continued to shake with the aftermath of her release, she felt Nik starting to swim, further and further away from the group of snorkelers. It had her raising her head in confusion, and leaning back so she could look at his face, she asked, “Where are we going?”

“I’m just finding another spot.”

“Another spot for what?”

His eyes bored through hers. “To fuck you of course.”

Before she realized what he was saying, he had already cupped her breast and started kneading it.
 

Oooooh.

She immediately held him close to her, and as his fingers found her nipple, she said breathlessly, “I thought you hated this.”

His head turned to the side, and she shivered again as his mouth brushed against her ear. “I guess you’re a bad influence.” His teeth nipped the sensitive curve of her earlobe afterwards, and a whimper escaped her.

The sound was fucking sexy, and pinching her nipple, he said roughly, “Do that again.”

“D-do what?” She genuinely didn’t know. She was unable to think straight, with the way he kept tugging at her nipple.

“That sound…” He squeezed her breast hard.

She whimpered.

“That.” Another hard squeeze.

She whimpered again. “Nik. Please.”

“Please what?”

“Your mouth. On my breast.” She pressed her breast closer to his hand, as if emphasizing her need. When he didn’t answer, she started rubbing herself against him. “Nik,
please
.”

He cursed under his breath. “You ask for the most impossible things, dammit.” But he was already moving, finding himself unable to resist her wishes. “I’m going to do it, but only if you promise me one thing.”

The fierce look in his eyes had her whimpering again. “Anything.” Her fingers tightened on his shoulders.

“Make damn sure no one sees your breasts.” His warning issued, Nik bent his head and, tugging her bikini down with his teeth, one pale breast popped out. He captured its pouting nipple with his mouth.

He started to suck, and she started to bite her lip again. It was the most amazing feeling, Nik’s mouth on her nipple, and she didn’t want it to end. She wanted to scream at the agonizing beauty of it, but knowing that she couldn’t, Daria tried to express her pleasure by pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth.

By the time he moved to her other breast and started sucking on her nipple, she was out of her mind with pleasure, and she knew it wouldn’t be enough. “Nik, please…” It was torture not to moan loudly, but she managed to keep her voice down, her words a ragged whisper. “Please…”

His head lifted. “What do you want?”

“Make love to—” She didn’t finish her sentence, Nik seemingly able to read her mind. His cock, fully engorged and pulsing, slid back into her, and she ended up gasping instead.

It was a deliriously rough coupling this time, but tortuously longer. Every time she came near to peaking, Nik’s thrusts would slow down. As her frustration deepened, so did her pent-up desires, making her feel like she was about to explode anytime.

“Nik, you…jerk…” She simultaneously glared and begged him with her eyes, but it only had him smirking oh so sexily at her.

“I want you
desperate
.”

“I already am!” The words came out part hiss, part cry.
 

And yet, his cock still moved so damn slowly.

Oh God, the agony. “Nik, damn you…” Her inner muscles clenched, a reflexive response to her frustration.

Nik’s handsome face clenched, and his cock moved just a bit faster, just a bit rougher, as it drove back into her pussy.

Daria’s eyes widened.
 

Did that mean—

She tried it again, consciously this time, her vaginal muscles tightening around his cock.

Nik expelled his breath in a hiss.

Oh.

Her muscles clenched and tightened repeatedly, and this time, it was Nik’s turn to swallow back a groan. “Vixen.” But the word was lined with pleasure rather than irritation.

Not taking her eyes off him, she worked hard at making Nik lose his control, using her inner muscles to tempt his cock into taking over. “Fuck me hard now, Nik.” It was a throaty invitation that had him hissing again. When their eyes met, she wetted her lips, whispering, “You know you want to—”

Nik’s cock pulled out of her.

No!

But then it slammed back into her, the strength of his thrust making her lips part in a silent moan. And then he was fucking her like she had begged him to. Deep. Rough. Fierce. Her world rocked with each thrust, and her long pent-up desires reached their peak. She bit his shoulder, screaming against his skin as she came.

The feel of her teeth sinking into his skin triggered his release, and Nik’s control snapped as he came with a powerful shudder. He plunged in and out of her, his movements wild, his only thought to have her pussy overflowing with his seed.

 
Nik’s orgasm swept her away, prolonging her orgasm with every hungry thrust of his cock into her pussy. She clung to him as her body welcomed the hot spurt of his cum, and only when Nik’s hips finally stilled and his cock slowly slid out of her did the last tremors of her own release die down.

Closing her eyes, she tightened her hold around his neck and mumbled drowsily, “That was
awesome
.” Daria absently began to hum.

It took Nik more than a few seconds to realize what she was humming, and when he did, his jaw dropped. While Nik knew he was more sexually proficient than most men, none of them had been moved so much by his lovemaking that they had ended up humming the theme song from the Lego movie.

Everything’s awesome.

Daria was still humming.

Nik cleared his throat. It was that or laugh, and the latter he didn’t want to do because it would only mean she still had the power to make him feel.

Looking around in a bid for distraction, Nik saw that most of the other guests had gotten back to the yacht. He said gruffly, “We should head back.”

Daria groaned against his neck. “I’m too tired.” A pause. “And sleepy.”

Again, there was the temptation to smile, this time because of the plaintive note in her voice. He also refused to acknowledge how a large part of him found the way orgasms made Daria drowsy extremely…
cute.

Even so, Nik found himself doing everything on his own. After making sure her bikini covered everything it was supposed to cover, he started to swim, Daria becoming heavy in his arms with each passing second.

“We’re here,” he murmured quietly in her ear when they reached the yacht. She stirred and pulled away as her gray eyes blinked at him in drowsy confusion. Shaking his head, he helped her to the metal ladder, placing her hand on each bar. “Up you go.”
 

Her Greek was such a sweetie
, Daria thought sleepily as she forced her limbs to move. Climbing off the ladder, she stepped onto the deck with the help of one of the guides.

Another guide approached her, a tray of drinks on one hand. “Drinks, miss?” He had to shout the words to be heard over the rumbling engine of the speedboat, which carried with it the next wave of guests who had paid for an hour’s worth of snorkeling.

“Yes, please.” Daria chose a blue-colored Gatorade and after thanking him, she uncapped the bottle and took a quick gulp. On the other side of the yacht, those who were done snorkeling started boarding the speedboat for the trip back to the island.

As she twisted the lid back into place, Daria heard someone speak behind her.
 

“Daria?”

She froze.

In front of her, Nik rose from the water, his powerful form in full view as the muscles in his body bunched while he gripped the bars of the ladder.

Behind her, the other person persisted, “It is you, isn’t it?”

Nik’s gaze narrowed, his head snapping towards her as if instinctively sensing someone poaching on his territory.

Before she could think of what to do, someone had gripped her arm, spinning her around.
 

Daria whitened.

Victor.

Without thinking, she threw the bottle at his face.

Chapter Five

“So…” Nik’s voice was silky. “Care to tell me what that was all about?” He paused. “And also, what the hell is it about you and Gatorade bottles?”

Daria’s stomach sank at Nik’s words.
She knew it, she just totally knew it
, Daria thought miserably. It was too good to be true that Nik hadn’t asked a single thing about what happened. Not when Viktor had cried like a little boy after getting hit square in the face, not when she had dragged him to the speedboat, and not even when they had made it back to the island. Of course, she hadn’t really given him a chance to, either. The moment they had stepped into the speedboat, she had started chatting nonstop and hadn’t allowed him to get a word in edgewise.

But when the sun had set, the moon had claimed its place in the sky, and Nik still hadn’t asked anything about it, Daria had started to relax. Their dinner was pleasant, even romantic, with both of them finding a private spot along the shore to enjoy some grocery-bought bread loaf, a couple slices of her favorite cheese, and a cheap bottle of wine. It wasn’t fancy, but it had been intimate, and she had loved every second of it.

But as life always proved, things too good to be true really were.
She should have known better
, Daria thought with an inner cringe. Now, it was obvious that Nik had only been biding his time, waiting until they were in the privacy of his room and all her guards were down before he made his move and pounced.

Nik’s harsh voice intruded in her thoughts. “Don’t have anything to say?”

Let’s get naked?
It was the first time she and Nik were in bed and
not
making love. She
had
wondered why he hadn’t started taking her clothes off the moment they entered his room, and now she knew why.

Unable to meet Nik’s gaze, she tried to prevaricate first, saying slowly, “The thing about those bottles, well…”

She could feel Nik’s eyes boring through hers, and she gulped.
Shit.
She thought of Victor and remembered the way she used to follow him around like a lovesick puppy, and she heard herself say, “He’s my…
stalker.
”
Yes, that was it
, Daria told herself. The best lies were the ones closest to the truth, and hadn’t she foolishly acted like Victor’s stalker at the start?
 

Staring at his mouth because she couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, she nodded and repeated resolutely, “He was a stalker.”

“Is that so?”

His mild tone made Daria uneasy, but she forced herself to nod again, figuring that it was better to stick with the lie she had started, for better or for worse. “Yup.”

Goddamn. Beautiful. Liar.

Nik knew exactly who Victor was. The bastard was her fourth boyfriend, and like every man in Daria Everest’s life, he had sworn about Daria being an insatiable wildcat in his bed. In fact, the actual words the bastard had used were cruder, and remembering them made him want to drive his fist into the man’s face. Even if every damn thing he had said was true, no man should speak of a woman in such a way.

He forced himself to look back at Daria, and the sight of her beautiful face had desire and self-loathing battling inside of him.
Goddamn. Beautiful. Liar
. “How did this stalker find out about you?” Nik knew he was only punishing himself by asking, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing so. Something inside him wanted to see just how far she would go, how much she would lie to keep this entire fucking pretense between them going.

Daria swallowed at the hard look on Nik’s face. “A friend of a friend?”

“I see.”
Goddamn. Beautiful. Liar.
She and the bastard had no mutual friends. His background check on her had been thorough, and Nik knew that if anyone had done the stalking, it had been Daria. In fact, she had been nothing but methodical in her desire to meet Viktor, pulling strings behind the scenes like the manipulative gold-digging bitch she was.