Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
“You only think I’m a good husband because I make you come.” He smirks playfully as he stands and pushes his swim trunks down. I can’t help but laugh. I love when my husband is playful.
“That’s not the only reason.” I reach forward and grip his hard cock. It doesn’t need any preamble, but I stroke it a few times just because I want to.
Kostas watches for a few seconds before he loses his patience. With my hand still gripping his shaft, he steps closer, allowing me to guide him inside of me. As he slowly enters me, his thick, long length stretches me until he’s buried to the hilt. “Fuck, moró mou.” He groans. “I’ve missed your sweet cunt so fucking much.” His hands land on either side of me, and with his strong arms caging me in, he fucks me hard and deep.
His mouth finds my neck and he suckles on my flesh. I can smell myself on his breath, and it sends me over the edge once again. Kostas’s head lifts, and his eyes meet mine. “I’m never letting you out of my sight again,” he vows. And with one last thrust, he finds his own release.
His movements still momentarily, and then he pulls out. Glancing down, I spot his cum dripping out of me and onto the desk. “Kostas,” I breathe. We were too wrapped up in each other last night, and then again just now… “I’m not on birth control.”
Kostas smirks, his gaze focused on the mess that’s now dripping onto the floor. I try to close my legs, but he grips my knees, forcing them to remain open. He swipes at the liquid, gathering it onto his fingers, then smears his cum along the hood of my clit, as if he’s claiming me all over again. The thought has my insides clenching in need. “Kostas,” I repeat breathily. “I could get pregnant…”
“That’s good, moró mou,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. “Because I intend to knock you up again as soon as fucking possible.”
Kostas
I flick through the screens of the various cameras on my app. My newest obsession. Nothing. Nothing is better than something. It’s been nearly a week since I got Talia and Zoe home, but we’re on edge. Not Zoe, of course. She’s cute as fuck and learning the lay of the villa. I didn’t know babies could be so goddamn fast. I’ve been tempted to build her a little cage to keep her safe from furniture and decorations and tiny things she seems to find on the floor to put into her mouth. Talia says no to cages.
My phone rings, and I answer Adrian’s call on the first ring.
“Anything?” I grunt out. I swivel around in my chair to glower at the rain. My beach babies are restless stuck inside. Thank God Melody and Stefano showed up yesterday. Otherwise, I’d never get any work done. Now, they can visit and catch up with Talia while I hunt down the motherfuckers who hurt her.
“There’s some chatter…”
I stand abruptly, nearly crushing my phone to my ear. “Spill, Adrian.”
“With Estevan’s body turning up, his people are pissed. They’re not loyal to Aris like Estevan was. Estevan kept them in check because Aris’s dime insured that. Now that he’s gone, the roaches have scattered. Basil and Bronn have been following one of his men named Gutter.”
“Gutter?”
He snorts. “Rats. Roaches. They’re all pieces of shit. Anyway, Gutter seems to be planning something. Rallying his troops.”
“To do what?”
“Not sure. I’ve been fed information that maybe they’re waiting for you to fly out to Thessaloniki again. Might try to take out the private jet or put a hit on you while you’re there.”
“Why not here and now?”
“You’re vulnerable there because you travel with minimal security. Here, at the hotel, it’s a fuckin’ fortress.”
“Is Gutter calling the shots or is Aris still pulling strings? Aris is a sneaky sonofabitch.”
“Aris is a ghost. But…”
“But what?”
“I got a tip about an older man who fits Niles’s description staying about thirty minutes from here.”
My entire body tenses. “What the fuck, Adrian? You could have led with that.”
“It’s just a tip. Nothing’s confirmed. I was going to check it out. Didn’t want to leave the king of the fortress unprotected.”
I smirk. “The king can handle himself. Plus, security on the hotel is extra beefed. I’m about to head back to my family. Call me if you get Niles. Bring him to the cellar. Tell Basil and Bronn to keep me informed.”
“Later, Boss.”
We hang up and I stride through the hotel. It’s pouring down rain and I hate to get out in it, but I miss my wife and our precious little angel. I grab one of the hotel umbrellas and pop it open as I step outside into the nasty weather. Wind hits hard from the west, soaking my slacks with rain. I grumble as I stalk along the pathways toward my villa. When I arrive, Melody and Stefano are just leaving.