Krinos (Take Over Series) (9 page)

He enters me slowly, and it’s nothing like we have ever had before. He looks me in the eyes and brings me up to a sitting position. I wrap my legs around him and set the pace; I can tell he is new to this, as well. We are people who usually just fuck, nothing more.

He looks me in the eyes while making love to me, and I see him, I see the man that hides himself from other people.

It’s beautiful, it’s passionate. I don’t know what to call it; I’ve never had it with a man before. Though some would call it making love, I would call it consuming my soul.

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H
e pulls out of me, and I collapse on top of him. I can hear his heart beating like crazy and wonder if mine sounds the same. I feel his hands go through my hair and start pulling it out of its braid. I’m too tired to move, and really don’t want to, until I realize I will have to at least make an appearance again downstairs.

I get off Stefanos, stand up to grab my dress and shimmy back into it; Stefanos watches me do this and raises an eyebrow.

“I’m going to have to make an appearance.” He gets what I am saying, stands, and dresses, as well. When we are dressed, we head back downstairs with his hand possessively on my hip.

I find my father first, talking to Roberto. Father looks at me and shakes his head. “I see you found yourself a keeper there, Stefanos,” Roberto says to him.

“Oh, yes, and I am never letting her go.” I smile at him. Usually that would be cause for a punch in the face, though I think I will allow his possessiveness for the time being.

“Krinos, it was a pleasure meeting you, my dear, but this old man is off. I will see you in the near future for business.” I nod my head at him, and he leans in and kisses both my cheeks before he shakes Stefanos’ hand and leaves. I turn to my father and see him staring at me.

“I’m proud of you, Krinos. Roberto is a tough man to win over, and he was in awe of you.” I smile up at him and cuddle my father. “I love you, baby girl,” he whispers into my hair. He pulls back and looks at Stefanos.

“I can see that you have deep feelings for Krinos, but beware, Stefanos. I love you like a son, though she is my daughter; I will kill those who hurt her, and that includes you.” My father is scary man when he wants to be, and when he talks in Greek, and sternly, he is even scarier.

“I know, Kontos; she owns my soul. I don’t think I will receive it back anytime soon.” I smile up at him, and he leans down and kisses my forehead.

“I can see that, though I would still be afraid if you fuck this situation up. It’s her you will have to be afraid of, though,” my father says, bidding us goodnight as he walks away.

I walk up to bed and let Stefanos undress me; there isn’t much to take off, though. He places kisses on my back as he removes my clothes. I climb into bed and wrap the blanket around myself, watching as he undresses then climbs in next to me. He sees me watching and lies down so we are face to face; he brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me on my lips. We fall asleep facing each other, wrapped in our own little world, just for that night.

I wake up to the feeling that someone is looking at me; I open my eyes and see big, brown ones staring at me,

“You know, that’s a little creepy,” I tell him and snuggle myself into his side.

“I can’t help it that my woman is beyond perfection.” I laugh at him.

“If you wanted sex, all you had to do was say so, not suck up.” He pins me down, places my hands above my head and looks down at me.

“You are my perfection, Princess, so get any negative thoughts out of that pretty little head of yours.” I watch as he gets off me, standing to get dressed. That’s when I remember Druggy in the back of my car.

“Shit, shit; I forgot about Druggy.” Stefanos looks up at me and smiles.

“All sorted. Rock grabbed him last night; he’s in the basement.” He walks toward me when I stand out of the bed naked, and he only just slipped into his pants. He gets to his knees in front of me and kisses my hot spot; I put my head back in appreciation and let him do his thing. He licks hard, and I want to melt; he licks soft, and I want to scream.

He inserts his fingers while licking and biting, and I come almost straight away standing up. He stands up in front of me and kisses me on the mouth; I can taste myself on him. I don’t care; the way he grabs me and holds me is like he does fully own me.

He removes his lips, slaps me on my bare ass and walks out the door, throwing his shirt over his head. I stand there, thinking about us. Will it be beneficial to be in a relationship with someone while trying to take on a multi-dollar drug business? I guess I will find out in time.

I go downstairs and see Stefanos standing at the door with my father; they are talking to a beautiful lady who has striking black hair and grey eyes. She sees me coming and points to me. I have no idea what I just walked into, and I want to find out.

My father sees me coming and stands back to let the young lady in; I watch as she leans into Stefanos for a cuddle. I look back to my father, and he shakes his head, telling me no. I don’t know what he is talking about, but I know if he doesn’t remove his hands, I will permanently remove them for him.

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“K
rinos, this is Cassandra,” my father informs me.

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I
walk down the rest of the stairs to meet Stefanos’ sister; he places a protective arm around her and pulls her to his side. I look up at him and wonder if he had never wanted me to meet her. I walk to her and hold out my hand; she looks up at Stefanos, and he shakes his head yes.

“Hi Cassandra, I’m Eliza.” She reaches for my hand, and she has such a light grasp on it, I’m afraid I might break her.

She nods her head at me, and Rock walks out. He looks up to her, walks over and picks her up in a bear hug; she clings on to him like she did Stefanos. I look to Stefanos to see him watching with half a smile and look back to my father.

“Cassandra and Rock have been friends for as long as I have known them.” my father explains to clear my confusion. Rock puts her down, leaning in to kiss her cheek and she blushes. If I didn’t know better, I would say she likes him, and Rock likes her quite a lot, too.

“Cassandra, let’s go have lunch.” She looks to me then back to Stefanos and agrees. I watch as he walks out the front door without even a backwards glance to me. That just pissed me off; lucky I’m wearing black today.

Once they leave, I storm off downstairs with my knife and gun in hand. I pass my father on my way down, and he shakes his head and smiles.

As soon as I descend down the stairs, I see Druggy tied to the same chair Paul was; he has a mouth gag in and looks up at me. I take the gag out, and he spits on me.

“You stupid fucking bitch. Let me go.”

“Sure, no problem, jackass; just as soon as I’m done playing.” I smile and walk around his chair. He smells, and that makes me happy; he obviously pissed his pants.

“You will fucking die for this, you know. You have no idea who my father is.” Oh, the father threats; please, that’s the oldest in the book.

“Have you met my father? Because I’m sure mine is a lot scarier than yours.” I pull his head back and slice my knife right down his cheek. He screams for me to stop, and I don’t; I slice until his face is covered in blood then face him to see my masterpiece.

He drops his head and swears at me; if this man is in the mood to make me angrier, he just succeeded. I am already angry, and he isn’t helping the matter. Just as I’m thinking of something colorful and pretty to do to him, I hear footsteps coming down; I look up to see it’s my father. He looks at me then back to Druggy and asks him a question.

“Is your father Alberto?” Druggy looks up and smiles; we now have our answer. That would make sense; that was the night I met him in the toilets, after all. He is as disgusting as his father.

“Krinos, you will start war if you kill him.” I look up at my father and all hope drains from my face. I want to kill him; he doesn’t deserve to live.

“Kill him; fuck it. Who doesn’t love a war?” Druggy loses his smile then, and I gain mine. I watch as my father leaves; I grab a seat, place it in front of him and plonk my ass on it.

“So, Druggy, what should I do with you today?” I ask, tapping my knife to my cheek. I can feel the blood on my face and smile a sinister smile at him.

“He will kill you and everyone you love, bitch.” I know he is referring to his father, and at the moment, I don’t care. I stand up and undo his belt then pull down his zipper for his cock to spring free.

“Oh, looky; you have a tiny one, poor buddy.” He seethes at me then spits at my face again; this time, I’m pretty sure it was blood.

I lean over to him and stab him in his penis; I watch as he screams. His screams turn into sobs, and there is nothing he can do it about it.

I stand up and shoot him in the head to end his misery then look down at myself; I am covered in blood. I thought when I finally took someone’s life it would take a part of my soul. Though I don’t believe it has, I think it has made me stronger. It gives me belief that, no matter what happens, I can do whatever it takes to get my job done.

I hear footsteps and people talking upstairs and wonder if it’s smart to go up there dressed like this. I look in the mirror, and my face has blood all over it, as well. I try my best to wipe as much off as possible and don’t succeed. I need to go for a shower and scrub myself.

Once I open the door, my father and one of his goons are standing there, waiting for me.

“Feel better, Krinos?” he asks, smiling at me. I nod my head, and he tells his men to go down and clean the mess. The goon looks me up and down, shakes his head and calls another man to help him. I smile at my father and take off to go wash up.

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O
nce I reach the kitchen, I see who is here and look up to meet Stefanos, Cassandra and Rock staring at me. I smile at them and go to walk past them. Just as I’m about to get to the stairs, I hear one of the goons yell, “She stabbed his fucking penis!” I laugh an evil laugh and walk up to my room.

I’m standing in the shower, watching the blood drip off me, when the shower door is torn open; I see Stefanos standing there, looking me up and down.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” I scoff at him and turn away; he reaches into the water and turns me back around.

“Why, Princess?” I look him in the eyes and contemplate hitting him in the face.

“Are you ashamed of me, Stefanos?” I ask him; he shakes his head like he’s trying to clear it and death-stares me.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you shielded your sister away from me like I was poison; you didn’t want her around me for too long, did you? Are you afraid I might rub off on her?” I raise my eyebrows at him, and he steps in and pushes me hard against the wall of the shower. I hear and feel my head bang from the impact and look at him.

“If you don’t remove your hands now, I will give you the same treatment I gave Druggy.” He chooses to ignore me, and I smile at him and lean in like I am going to kiss him. He looks me in the eyes, and when he does, I knee him in the balls; he drops like a sack of shit.