The Art of Trusting a Greek Billionaire (7 page)

“Mairi?” Damen roared the moment he got to his apartment. He had not caught sight of his mother’s car anywhere, but even so he was still worried. What he and Mairi had was still fragile and so easily broken. If Esther messed things up between them, there would be hell to pay.

When there wasn’t any sign of Mairi in the living room, he bounded up the stairs, taking it four steps at a time with his long-legged stride. “Mairi?”

He shouted her name over and over as he checked each room. His chest tightened with anxiety more and more with every empty room. By the time he had reached his bedroom, he had lost all hope.
 

It was dark. There was no sign of life.
 

Shit.
 

She was gone.

He leaned heavily against the doorway, hope completely gone. What was he going to do now? What the fuck was he going to do now?

The question had him gasping for breath. It reminded him of the time he had been forced to see the truth by Bella, the time when he had literally come across his father cheating on his mother, in their own bedroom.

What are you doing, Papa?

GO AWAY, DAMN YOU! BELLA, I’LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!

And just when he had thought at that time that it couldn’t get any worse, his mother arrived. The first thing she had heard as she came into their home’s vast foyer were his father’s screams, Bella shouting back, and it was incredibly easy for Esther Leventis to put one and one together.

“SURPRISE!” Mairi jumped out from her hiding place, crouched down on the floor behind the bed.
 

Damen jerked.
 

Mairi’s smile vanished as she took in Damen’s appearance. He was completely white, looking like someone had just died on him. “Damen?” she whispered.
 

In two angry strides, he had gotten across the room and started shaking her. “What the hell did you think you were doing?” he roared at her face.

She felt herself shrinking at the sight of his rage. “Surprising…you?”

Damen shook her harder. “I thought you were gone!” He glared and scowled at her even as his heart kept beating faster, his mind still unable to comprehend that it had been a false alarm.

Looking down at her confused face, Damen bit out, “I thought you had left me!”

Understanding dawned. “You knew she was here?”

He nodded curtly. “Did she do anything to you? Did she say anything that hurt you or made you worry?” He couldn’t get the questions out fast enough. He needed to make sure Esther had left no damage. He couldn’t have Mairi gone again from his life. Not now and not ever.

Blinking back sudden tears at the worry darkening his face, Mairi shook her head and smoothed the hair away from his forehead. “It’s alright, Damen. It’s alright. She tried to make me go away, but she didn’t succeed.”

He stiffened. “What do you mean ‘tried’?”

Mairi haltingly explained Esther’s threat.

Damn his interfering mother! “I won’t let that happen,” he promised Mairi fiercely. “So don’t—”

“Damen.” She said his name quietly, gently, needing him to look at her and really listen to her. She cupped his face, using her touch to help him relax.
 

“Damen, relax. There’s nothing to worry about.” She smiled up at him tremulously, her love for Damen burning brightly in her eyes.
 

The sight of it made Damen catch his breath. “Mairi—”

“It’s okay. I’m okay. I dealt with your mother.”

He asked hoarsely, “How?”

Mairi evaded his gaze. “Well…”

“Mairi, say it.”

“I…umm…warned her that if she really does have me kicked out, I’m going to embrace my life as a mistress, live off you like a leech, and turn you into a sex slave because what she doesn’t know is that you’re secretly a masochistic sub who likes being chained and whipped by…umm…me?”

For a moment, all Damen could do was stare. His innocent quirky Mairi had said…
that
?

Esther Leventis was acknowledged as one of the most powerful women in Greece, and yet his beautiful girl had successfully intimidated her into retreating with a mind-boggling lie.

Mairi fidgeted at Damen’s look. “But I had to say something really scary,” she protested defensively. She was about to explain some more but ended up shrieking instead when Damen picked her up and spun her around, his laughter hoarse.

When he stopped spinning her around, she clutched his shoulders helplessly as she looked down at him, dazed by the beautiful gleam in his gaze. “Damen?”

There was hope in her eyes. He knew what she was waiting, hoping, and praying he would say but he just couldn’t. Not yet. Just not yet.

So instead of answering, he took her lips with a kiss.

Pain blossomed inside her like a rose filled with thorns, but after a heartbeat Mairi just decided to let it all go and focus on what she did have. Damen Leventis cared for her. At least he didn’t think she was some business arrangement to tolerate.

She just had to wait, just had to be patient, and sooner or later he would know the truth.

He loved her, too, had loved her from the start and always would.

With a sigh, she curled her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
 

In seconds, they were hastily undressing each other, a gasp torn out of her as Damen backed her towards his bed the moment they were both naked.

He kissed her mouth one last time before moving down, lips hungrily leaving a trail of passionate kisses down her neck, the valley between her breasts, and then moving sideways so he could suck on her nipples one at a time.

She moaned and arched against his hold. “Be gentle,” she gasped when he bit too hard.

“I can’t,” he rasped out as he released her nipple with a loud wet pop. “I want you too much.” He didn’t wait for her answer and went on sucking her nipples again.
 

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, Damen finally ceased his torture and moved further down, his lips kissing her belly and then the skin above her—

“So soft,” Damen purred in surprised pleasure as he took in her beautifully shaved pussy.

“Part of the…surprise,” Mairi managed to gasp before her body went up in flames as Damen’s tongue slowly lined her inner folds.

His fingers curled into his hair, gripping the locks hard. “Damen, please!” Her body started to writhe under his hot wet mouth, tears of pleasure striking her eyes as his tongue suddenly slipped between the folds.

“Oh, don’t, please, oh…don’t stop!” More wanton words slipped past Mairi’s lips as Damen continued to fuck her with his deliciously talented tongue.

Her hips were moving frantically now, a sign that she was close to coming. Damen inched up, bracing himself on his arms. “Ready, sweetheart?”

She looked up at him, the look in her eyes making him swallow. “Always.”

The word had him groaning and in the next second, he claimed her body with his cock, his strokes, long, steady and leisurely, taking his time to torture her with a very slow pace.

“Damen,” she wailed, her body twisting under him, her legs snaking around his waist, willing him to go deeper, harder, and faster. “Please, Damen, please…”

But he refused to heed her wishes, wanting to drive her wilder with need.

She pulled him down to her, arms tightening around his neck. “Damen, pleeeeeaaaase!” Instinct had her vaginal muscles flexing and constricting around his cock.

“Shit!” The tightening muscles squeezed his cock in the loveliest way, taking him by surprise. His control snapped.

“Daaaaaaamen!” His movements were frenzied. There was no pace, no rhythm, just sex at its rawest. It wasn’t making love. It was fucking, and she wanted more of it. She would always want more of this and would never get enough of it.

“More,” she begged.

“Then tell me how much you want my cock,” he growled.

“So much,” she sobbed as she tried to squeeze his cock with her muscles again.

“FUCK!” One hand went to her hair and another went under her butt, using both to anchor him to her body as he fucked her as hard as he could, the slapping sounds their bodies made rebounding inside the huge bedroom.

The sounds were earthy and lustful, and hearing it only made Damen want to fuck Mairi more and more.

Mine,
he thought as he drove his cock into her so deeply he could feel the head of his cock brushing against her womb.

MINE!
It was his last thought just as she cried out, the strength of her orgasm taking him beyond the edge. With a loud groan of his own, he came, his body arching powerfully as he pumped his seed into her already-drenched pussy.

They stayed linked together as their bodies relaxed in a blissfully sated state, Damen only taking the time to roll onto his back so that she would be lying on top of him.

He gazed up at her, beyond content to just look at the dreamy expression on Mairi’s lovely face.

Much, much later her eyes slowly drifted open.

He smiled, knowing what she was going to say before she even said it.

“Hi.”

His chuckle made his chest vibrate under her, tickling her nipples into coming to life once more. “Hello,” he answered, the lazy smile curving on his lips so beautiful it had her toes curling.

Although she was already sleepy, she forced herself halfway up, bracing her hands against his hard chest. She wanted to look at him, really look at him because…

A sigh tumbled past her lips.

Gosh, he really was at his most gorgeous when he had just had sex.

Damen frowned, mostly to cover his embarrassment at the way Mairi was looking at him. “Stop staring at me like that,” he grumbled.

She giggled.

It was an extremely cute sound, making him sigh himself.

“Damen?”

“Mm?” He lifted his gaze back to her.

Chapter Nine

To trust a Greek billionaire, one must remember he can say very cruel things.

She said: Hmph.

He said: Err, did you say you’d like to watch a romantic comedy tonight? I think I’d like it, too.

“…and so for Teachers’ Day, the much coveted spot for the opening speech shall go to none other than Ms. Tanner!”

Mairi’s jaw dropped at Ms. Thorn’s announcement, unable to believe that she had indeed been chosen to formally start the festivities for Teachers’ Day with a speech.
How could it be?
She was one of the newest teachers in school. It just didn’t make sense.

Ms. Thorn beamed at her. “I can see you’re confused, but actually most of us are not.” She turned to the students with a wink. “Right, girls?”

The students cheered wildly in response, sending a fiery blush to Mairi’s cheeks. When Ms. Thorn motioned for her to go on stage, she did so immediately, knowing the principal liked it when teachers made even the simplest of speech when given awards of any kind.

With a nod of approval and a congratulatory smile, Ms. Thorn stepped aside for Mairi to take over the microphone on the podium. Swallowing, Mairi tested it by tapping the speaker. It echoed in response.
 

She cleared her throat loudly and mouthed sorry when the microphone unexpectedly picked it up, the sound bruising hundreds of ears in the process.

“Sorry,” she croaked out and wanted to kill herself again because this time she sounded like a newly-turned-human Pinocchio in need of vocal surgery.

Seeing everyone staring at her expectantly, Mairi tried to think madly of something to say but none came except for—

Carefully avoiding Charity’s gaze, she said weakly, “Yay me?”

The entire crowd laughed. Well, the entire crowd except Charity, that was. Her supervisor had long reprimanded her about using the expression, saying that it was very unprofessional of her.