Pollyanna and the Greek Billionaire (Innocent and Betrayed) (11 page)

“You’re still hard,” she whispered.

“I guess it means I still want you,” he whispered back.

She giggled, the sound childish and sexy at the same time, and clasping her hips, he began to move her up and down on his erection. They had done this a number of times already, grinding against each other until they came, which was why Kyr was stunned when he felt her wriggling on his cock, as if—

He stiffened, and his hazel eyes shot to her in warning when he realized what she was trying to do. “No.”

“Yes.” And she was slowly succeeding, the head of his cock pushing slightly inside her pussy.

His teeth gnashed against each other. “No, Polly—” He tried getting her off him without hurting her, but it only gave her more chance to wriggle and push down on his cock. A hiss escaped him as the full knob of his cock slipped inside her, the sound mingling with her own whimper.

“Polly, dammit.” And goddammit, but she felt so exquisitely tight.

Her eyes were dazed as they met his. “It f-feels so…” She pushed down, and another inch went inside her. Her eyes rolled back, and his control threatened to give in completely. Dammit, it felt too good—

Another push, another inch—

“Polly, dammit. This isn’t—”

Her voice was dreamy and breathless as she stammered, “But…it’s…so…”
 

Another push, another inch, and Kyr couldn’t recall experiencing anything as tortuous. She felt so damn tight, her pussy so fucking sweet, and he had no idea how long he could last, holding himself back.

He tightened his hold on her hips. “I told you, Polly. No.”

She stilled above him, the seriousness of his voice finally getting to her.
 

He started to breathe again, only to curse when she suddenly pushed herself completely down, and his engorged cock went all the way in, tearing past her hymen. She cried out, and he cursed again as he watched her face contort with pain.

“Why did you do it?” he demanded.

“Because I want to be yours,” she whispered shakily.

Ah, God.

His eyes closed.
 

She wanted to be his.

Like the other one didn’t.

Pulling her down, he licked her tears away and kissed her while fondling her breasts, using every trick in the book to distract and relax her. And when he felt her body relaxing, that was when he started to move, slowly and gently at first, until he felt her hips moving to respond to his thrusts. He increased his pace, deepening his strokes, and moving his hips faster. She started to buck against him, her fingers clutching his shoulders tightly.
 

Raising himself up, he pulled her tightly to him and they began to rock against each other, all the while his cock kept pounding into her.

Her head fell back. “Kyr…”

“Yes,
psa
raki.” He reached between their bodies so he could stimulate her clit. She shuddered, and when he began to rub the tiny nub in rhythm with his strokes, Polly came with a shattering cry. He followed soon after, pulling out just in time to spend himself on the silky skin of her legs.

Afterwards, he carried Polly to the en-suite bathroom, and he had to be thankful that she was so sleepy and tired she didn’t question the way he was familiar with where the toiletries and towels were.

He took a shower with her, shampooing her hair and soaping her body, and against her blushing protests, he also cleaned her down there. When he had her dry, he took her to bed and used the hair dryer on her long red-gold locks. By the time her hair was dry, she was fast asleep, her expression dreamy.

He switched the hairdryer off and stayed there, seated on the edge of the bed, staring sightlessly at the wall.

He had just selfishly used an innocent eighteen-year-old to drive away his demons.

What did he do now?

Chapter Ten

If Kyr desired Pollyanna before, he was obsessed with her now, unable to give her any respite, and it didn’t help at all that she was the most receptive little thing, never saying no to whatever he wanted.

He had taken her in the fields, hidden between the rose bushes, and she hadn’t murmured a word of protest, only looking at him with stars in her eyes that told him she was his. It was the most addictive thought.
 

He had taken her in the car, the pool, the yacht – there probably wasn’t a room in his yacht that he had
not
made love to her in. And every night, he would find himself climbing into her room from the window, fucking her until he had to crawl out at dawn, before the Floros found out their goddaughter wasn’t alone in her room.

Every time they made love, she would cry out her love for him, and she would never ask him to say it back. He had asked her why once, and she had told him she knew that Greek men were generally not verbal, so it was okay with her if he didn’t say the words back.

She had then patted his chest, saying,
It’s what you feel inside that counts.

And Kyr hadn’t the courage to tell her she was wrong about him.
 

He wasn’t in love with her, couldn’t ever be, because his heart had long been destroyed.

I’ll never hurt her, I’ll make her the happiest girl on earth,
Kyr had vowed to himself. And in his arrogance, it had never occurred to his mind that she would have the same power over him, never imagined she would be capable of hurting him…until the day he saw her packing.

Knowing that her godparents were out for the night, attending the local bingo, he had gone straight up to her room, intending to surprise Polly. But he was the one surprised instead, finding her folding her clothes and neatly placing them in her opened suitcase.

“What does this mean?”

Pollyanna whirled around with a gasp, and she paled at the way the billionaire was looking at her, standing still and stiff by the doorway.

“Kyr, what is it?” she asked worriedly. Seeing his gaze trained on the opened suitcase on her bed, she said awkwardly, “But you always knew, right?”

“And us?” He hated himself for asking, and he hated her for giving him no choice.

“You’ll visit me…right?” When he didn’t answer, she stammered, “I would visit you if I could afford it, but I can’t, so—”

“What if you find someone else?”

She started to laugh but stopped when she realized he was serious. “B-but Kyr…” She glanced at him helplessly. He was Kyrillos Gazis. A man so beautiful and sexy it hurt to look at him, a man so exciting to be with it just had her head spinning every time she thought about all the time she had spent with him.

“You don’t really think I can be unfaithful to you?” she asked shakily.

Did he not?

“Marry me.” The words were out before he could stop himself. In front of him, his Pollyanna was giving him her patented blowfish look, and somehow that cemented his belief he was doing the
only
thing he could do to survive.
 

“Marry me,” he repeated. He didn’t love her, but no one had…succeeded in making him feel alive the way she did. He would, in return, make her the happiest girl in the world, so damn happy that she would
never
realize he didn’t love her.

“Kyr…are you serious?” Her voice was strangled.

He looked at Pollyanna. Eighteen years old, too young, too innocent, too
kind
for someone like him – she didn’t deserve to be with someone like him, but he could not let her go.

If she left for university, who the hell knew if the same thing wouldn’t happen again?

He could
not
lose her.
 

He could not.

“Marry me.”
 

“But there’s university—”

“You can study here, after we marry.”

“There isn’t a university here,” she pointed out faintly.

“I’ll build you one,” he countered calmly.

“Kyr!” She choked back a nervous laugh.

He took hold of her hand and looked into her eyes, and yes, he was again using every damn trick in the book to seduce her into doing what he wanted.
 

“Marry me.”

THE END OF PART 1

Part 2: Out November 27

Part 3: Out December 2

Dear Reader,

Thank you for reading the beginning of Kyr and Pollyanna’s epic love story. If you’ve noticed my use of ‘epic’, well, I’m not using it lightly. It really is epic, for me, because it’s my first time to write a love story that spans for
years
and one that involves marriage…and children.
 

Those who have been with me may remember meeting Kyrillos Gazis for the first time in
Love, Your Greek Billionaire,
which is Book 2 in Stavros & Willow’s love story. For those who haven’t read this series yet, its prequel
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