The Greek Billionaire and I (5 page)

“Now start fucking yourself with your finger and never stop imagining it’s me doing it to you.”

She started moving her finger, in and out, imagining that it was Mykolas. It was all Mykolas. Her beautiful, mysterious Mykolas making her want him so even with just his dark voice and seductive words.

The little whimpers Velvet released heightened his pleasure, making Mykolas stroke his cock faster and harder. The pleasure inside him flared with every stroke, and as he reached his peak, he growled, “Come with me, Velvet.
Now
.”

Mindlessly obeying Mykolas’ command, Velvet used her other hand to stroke her clitoris even as she finger-fucked herself faster and harder. She came with a choked little cry, the pleasure so intensely beautiful she almost fainted at the strength of it. A second later, she heard him growling as he came. “
Velvet!”
The sound of her name on his lips had her gasping and causing aftershock tremors of pleasure to burst from her. She had come so much that even now she could feel herself dripping, her come running down her thighs.

Oh my fuck.
 

The thought had Velvet closing her eyes. Mykolas Sallis was officially a dangerous obsession. If he could make her come this hard even without showing himself, what chance did she have against him once they did meet?

The alarm clock went off.

Dammit!

Velvet fell off her bed in her haste to silence her alarm, but it was too late. Lying down in a tangle of covers on the floor, she waited with bated breath for Mykolas to crack a joke about catching her lying her ass off to him.

But he didn’t.
 

Oh…fuck.
 

And that was when she knew it was game over for both of them. Her secret was out, and someone had won the bet.
 

“Velvet?”

His serious unsmiling tone had her heart thundering. “Y-yes?”

“You weren’t really supposed to be up earlier at three, were you?”

“No.”

Triumph surged up inside him, but Mykolas did his best to keep his voice soft when he spoke, knowing that right now, Velvet needed to be treated with kid gloves. “You know what this means, don’t you,
agape mou?
” She was like a trapped little filly. She knew she had nowhere to go, but she still needed a gentle guiding hand so she wouldn’t bolt.

Velvet swallowed. “Yes.”

“We can dance the same dance again and again, but now we know where this is heading. There’s no point beating around the bush, is there?”

“N-no.”

In a voice that both wooed and commanded, Mykolas murmured, “Then say the words.”

Closing her eyes, Velvet whispered, “I want to see you, Mykolas Sallis.”

Chapter Four

Heads turned as Mykolas walked past them like a Greek god come to life. Taller than most men and with looks that could rival even the beauty of the many perfectly sculpted specimens gracing the museum, Mykolas also exuded the kind of power and authority that easily caused many of the people around him to drool in jaw-dropping awe.

Women of every age and walk of life fell over themselves in an attempt to catch his attention, but the Greek billionaire was not even aware they existed. He only had one goal in mind, and he was not in the mood to waste his time or effort for anything else.

His heartbeat made itself felt when Mykolas reached the third floor landing. He was, plain and simple, exhilarated. Today was the day he would finally meet his woman. After almost three months of unintended celibacy, he would finally have Velvet Lambert under him. If he had his way, he would have her in every position imaginable. But even then, he doubted his obsession with her would be so easily slaked.

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.

Finally,
Mykolas thought as the most dominant part of him exulted at the realization that his Velvet was within reach at long last. She was spectacularly beautiful, her every feature exotic and vibrantly alive. Her hair burned red gold under the museum’s gentle overhead lights, long flowing tresses that swayed against her back. Her eyes were a lively shade of green, molten jade that could turn into a turbulent sea if she was mad…or aroused.

The thought had him looking at her lips, her wonderfully pink colored lips, so beautifully plump they tempted him to sink his teeth into them so he could know how soft it was.

Velvet swallowed. “You’re staring at me.” And, Velvet was ashamed to admit, the way he was staring at her made Velvet feel hot and bothered. Restlessness churned inside her, making her dress feel like it had suddenly turned into a heavy, suffocating chain of armor. She wanted to get out of her dress. She wanted to be naked. And she wanted to be in his arms.

Dear God, how in the world had Mykolas Sallis been able to turn her into a full-fledged slut overnight?

He didn’t smile. “You’re staring at me as well.”

“I can’t help it,” she quipped to hide her nervousness. “You look so pretty.”

This time, his lips curved slightly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” His smile widened at the look of frustration that flashed in her expressive green eyes. “Were you perhaps trying to taunt me into having a reaction?”

She was, but she would rather die than admit it. “Of course not.”

“You only have to ask, and I shall give it to you.”

She knew right away what he meant and she snarled, “Never.”
 

Mykolas laughed, the full-bodied sound dark, sweet, and forbidden. It made her senses come alive and caused her nipples to prick against the cotton fabric of her dress.

When he stepped forward, she immediately tried to move back, but his hands were suddenly there, one hand going around her waist and another clasping her hip. Her body slammed against his the next second, his engorged cock immediately making itself felt as it pulsed strongly against the softness of her belly. The contact had Mykolas gritting his teeth and Velvet quickly swallowing back a whimper.

When she looked up at Mykolas, his face was devoid of any softness. It was harsh, his eyes lit up with fierce lust, and his voice was gravelly as he demanded, “Tell me.”

She shook her head defiantly, but a cry broke out from her as he pulled her more tightly against him and began grinding his cock against her already-drenched pussy. Her eyes squeezed shut, Velvet not wanting him to see just how much his cock was tormenting her.

“Tell me.” He ground his erection harder against her.

“Why do you want me to say it? Isn’t it enough that you made me ask to see you? Is this some kind of power trip for you just so you know that you’ve succeeded—”
 

“I want you to say it,” he growled, “because I want to hear, I want to goddamn know that I’ve made you mine since you’ve already made me yours.”

His words hung between them like a bomb that could detonate any second, and the air around them became rife with sexual tension.

Velvet’s wide-eyed gaze was filled with incredulity. She couldn’t believe he had said that he was…hers. “Did you really just fucking say you were…
mine
?”

Mykolas glared at her. “Did you really just say ‘fucking’? Don’t you know what that’s making me want to do?”

Even with him glaring at her, Velvet couldn’t help but smile. He really had said it. He had said he was hers. The sheer beauty of the thought had her senses reeling, her body tightening in anticipation at the knowledge that soon, she could be truly his, too.

She whispered, “I want you to kiss me, Mykolas Sal—”