The Greek Billionaire and I (9 page)

A second later, and she learned that she really did have to be careful about what she wished for. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees and Mykolas had adjusted the height of his stool so his cock would be on the same level as her face.

It was her first up-close-and-personal look of his fully erect cock, and it was an impressive sight.
 

Actually
, Velvet thought with a gulp,
it was a terrifying sight
. Surely her head from front to back didn’t measure a foot long either? What if it hit the back of her throat? Would it then curve downwards?

When she heard Mykolas choking, she realized that she had spoken out loud in her panic. Velvet glared up at him. “It’s a serious worry, you asshole!”

“Would it relieve you to know that women have sucked my cock and survived the experience?”

She paled a little, and her voice was stiff when she asked, “How would you feel if I told you other men had sucked
my
pussy?”

His face became grim. “I’d feel murderous.” But he got her point. Running a hand through her hair in apology, he said quietly, “I cannot change the past,
agape mou.
But I will not talk about other women again. Frankly, I have not had any desire to think about anyone but you. It was only your question that caught me unaware.”

“You better be sure about that,” she said gruffly and before she lost her confidence, she just went and did it, taking the head of his cock into her mouth.

The sudden feel of Velvet’s warm moist mouth on his cock had Mykolas groaning out loud. “So fucking good.” His fingers went to her hair, gripping the locks while his thumbs tenderly caressed the sides of her face.
 

Feeling her struggle to get the right rhythm while taking more of him in, he said grittily, “Relax your throat. Stop thinking about the size of my cock and just focus on sucking.”

Velvet did her best to follow Mykolas’ instructions, and gradually, she felt herself settling into a rhythm, her tongue instinctively learning how to best stimulate her fiancé’s desire.
Her fiancé.
The thought was exciting, thrilling, and terrifying, and it had her hot and bothered right away. It fed her desires, making her suck longer and harder on Mykolas’ throbbing cock even as her body became tighter and wetter.

“
Yes. That’s it…
” The words hissed out of his mouth, the pleasure of Velvet’s sucking driving him nearly out of his mind. Velvet was a proud woman, a strong woman, and the fact that she had initiated this act when he had never even thought of asking it from her made him feel more than satisfied. It made him feel wanted as a man and not as a billionaire.

Soon, he was unable to keep himself from guiding her head to move faster and have her suck him harder. “You need to let go now if you don’t want me to come in your mouth,” he warned in a growl.

But Velvet wanted him to come in her mouth and so she sucked him harder, holding on to his bare buttocks for balance.
 

Mykolas cursed, and a second later he was spilling his seed as he fucked her mouth hard, his cock hitting the back of her throat as he came in long strong spurts. He watched in amazement as Velvet did her best to swallow it all, and the way she tried to suck him dry made him groan out loud again.

When he was fully spent, Mykolas dragged her back up, leaning against the wall as he cradled her on his lap. “You are fantastic.”

“Thanks. I guess.” She tried not to show how much she treasured those words, even if it was just about giving good head. Velvet wanted to bang her head on the counter. God, was this what love was all about? Being goo-goo eyed and weak-kneed all the time? Even at this moment, she could not take her eyes off him, her chest squeezing at the way he looked like a sexually sated Greek god, uncaring of the fact that he was fully naked and she was not.

And then he was suddenly on his feet and carrying her back to the stateroom. “You haven’t eaten yet!”

“I’ll eat it for dessert. Your pussy will be my main course for now.” And he gave her no time to argue as in only a few moments, Mykolas already had her naked, on her back, with his face between her legs.

Chapter Eight

The days leading to Velvet’s wedding passed her by like a whirlwind. Everyone who had the chance to ask them why they were marrying so soon did, and she and Mykolas took pleasure in giving different answers.
 

She’s not letting me have her until I have a ring on her finger,
was Mykolas’ answer to one insistent bank owner who had bumped into them when they were out dining in Athens.

I want to get him down the altar before he changes his mind and realize I’m after his money like some other people.
This was her answer to the supermodel who had asked her the same question when the three of them had found themselves in the same red carpet event. The supermodel had been one of his ex-flings and unable to hide her envy and loathing. But at Velvet’s pointed barb, the other woman had flounced off in her super small dress and super high heels.

Remembering the distasteful conversation had Velvet sighing. She had a feeling tonight’s party, hosted by one of Mykolas’ business partners in celebration of their wedding the day after tomorrow, would have many of the same incident. Especially since the party was hosted in one of Athens’ most popular nightclubs and half of the guests already appeared quite sloshed.

After talking to another well-wisher, Mykolas turned to his fiancée and saw a frown marring Velvet’s smooth forehead. This did not sit well with him, and he immediately tugged her close and lifted Velvet from her stool and into his lap.

She immediately curled her arms around his neck even as she glared at him and muttered under her breath, “What is with you and having me on your lap?”

If he were truthful with her, Mykolas would have to tell Velvet that he had no idea as well. He had never done this with any other woman. He had actually hated any kind of public display, and his ex-lovers had known that all he would tolerate of them were occasional touches.
Perhaps
, Mykolas thought, it was because he had instinctively known all those women would be clingy if he had given them the chance.
 

On the other hand, Velvet was the opposite. She practically bristled every time he had her sitting on his lap in public, and it was precisely because of that reason he liked her close.

Velvet suddenly bit his ear, making him look at her with a raised eyebrow even as his cock rose to attendance.

“You were miles away.” Velvet had to say everything close to his ear. It was either that or shout to be heard over the loud, heart-pumping music played by the club’s DJ. “What were you thinking?”

“Your question.” His words tickled her ear, making Velvet shiver. When he chuckled and pulled her closer, she knew that he had intended her to react that way.

“Asshole.”

Mykolas only smiled. “But I
was
seriously thinking about it,
agape mou
.”

“Oh. Have you thought of the answer?”

“Yes.” And he breathed to her ear, “I just like making you mad.”

This time, a full shiver did run through her body, goose bumps popping up all over her skin even as she gaped at his answer.
Seriously?
Seeing his steady look, Velvet realized Mykolas did mean it, and she said sweetly, “Asshole,” before promptly biting his ear in punishment. Mykolas always warned her not to arouse him in public. It was the greatest distraction, he had told her seriously, and he hated being less than a hundred percent alert when surrounded by people he didn’t trust.

Of course, when he warned her that way, it only made her want to arouse him even more.
Sort of like how he wanted her to act like a sex kitten in public even though he knew she sort of hated it
, Velvet realized in surprise. The realization that they had the oddest similarities secretly pleased her, enough to make Velvet bite his ear again.

“What the fuck, Velvet?” But the way his cock was rubbing her told Velvet he wasn’t exactly unhappy with what she did.

“I think I want to fuck you now,” she whispered to him.

He looked at her like he wanted to strangle
and
fuck her at the same time.

She fluttered her lashes at him. “Please?” And then she was laughing. He always moved so fast whenever she was the one to ask for sex first. In seconds, he had her inside the ladies’ room, locked the door, and had her up against the wall.
 

“Wicked tease.” His voice was a rough sexy growl, lust glinting in his eyes just before he kissed her hard.

“But you like it, don’t you,” she purred breathlessly. He had already freed his cock from his trousers and in the next second, Mykolas had again ripped her panties away, the torn pieces joining her discarded purse on the floor. She pretended to sigh despondently. “Panty Ripper.” But the words were barely out of her mouth before she gasped, his cock sliding home into her already wet pussy.
 

Mykolas didn’t bother talking, fully focused on fucking Velvet hard. He kept his eyes on her all the time as he shoved his cock in and out of her, loving the way her own eyes became unfocused with desire. He loved those little whimpers she did, knowing she only ever made those sounds for him.

His cock still inside her pussy, he carried her towards the counter and flipping her to her chest, Mykolas bent her halfway so he could enter her from behind. “Hold tight.”
 

Velvet did as ordered, and thank God she did because this time Mykolas wasn’t holding back. He pounded into her so hard and good she could no longer make a sound. He had turned into a rutting beast, his hands squeezing her breasts hard, and oh God, she couldn’t get enough of it.

Even the slapping sounds of his balls against her thighs was hypnotic, and so were the wet plopping sounds that his cock made each time it shoved into her tight and quivering pussy. Soon, she couldn’t stop gasping, her heart racing, her body tightening and tightening—

Mykolas gripped one bare cheek hard before reaching under her to pinch her clit. “Come for me, my love.”

My love.

Velvet screamed, Mykolas’ unexpected words triggering her release, and she kept screaming as Mykolas roared her name from behind, hot sticky come bursting out of his cock and flooding her until they started dripping down her thighs.

She knew of course that ‘my love’ translated to ‘
agape mou
’ in Greek, and that the latter was a common endearment. But tonight was the first time he had said the words in English, and God, how those words made her feel so...loved.

Inner turmoil had Mykolas stiff. He had a hard time believing he had called Velvet ‘my love’. He hoped she would not read anything in it. The words were an endearment. He repeated this to himself several times as if trying to convince himself. She was a fool to think it was anything other than that. And he would be a greater fool to worry if she did. It was not his problem if she did. What they would have tomorrow was a marriage of convenience – and nothing more than that.

Mykolas was quiet as he cleaned her, wetting his handkerchief to wipe away the come from her still sensitive flesh and her thighs. Seated on the counter, Velvet looked down at Mykolas and said, “It’s okay.”

Slowly, he lifted his head. “What’s okay?”

Her lips twisted. “I’m not the kind to beat around the bush, so I’ll just say it as it is. It’s okay that you said something you might not have meant. I get it, Mykolas.” She forced a smile. “You didn’t mean it when you called me ‘my love’, and it’s cool.”

Mykolas only spoke when he was done cleaning her and was back on his feet. “I never thought I’d say this, but…” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I’d rather you call me an ‘asshole’.”

Velvet blinked, then a laugh escaped her as the tension in the air noticeably lessened. She said obediently, “Asshole. You motherfucking goddamn asshole.”

“That was a little bit more than I asked for,
agape mou,
” Mykolas asked with a wince as he helped her down the counter.

“Consider it a bonus,” she replied promptly.
 

She and Mykolas were both quiet as they stepped out, the two of them busy with their thoughts that they were completely oblivious to the line of gaping women queuing to use the ladies’. When they reached their seats by the bar, Mykolas ordered a drink right away. Velvet took her phone out, checking for incoming mail or messages, but it was really to distract herself from the fact that she was a BIG FAT LIAR.

She was cool with Mykolas Sallis not meaning to call her his love?

Like she said, big fat—