Page 80 of Lord of Ruin
The night had been amazing, the connection we’d felt growing stronger. I wasn’t certain if I was feeling regret for letting go and enjoying myself or not. Still, I was tingling all over, suddenly feeling like a princess in a beautiful castle made of gold.
While the scent was already incredible, I scooped up a handful of petals, bringing my fingers just under my nose. The fragrance was amazing. I found myself laughing, happy and joyful. I felt guilty for feeling that way when everything remained completely up in the air.
After enjoying the beautiful moment for a little while longer, I finally turned my head toward the clock. My God, it was almost ten-thirty. Yes, we’d been up very late, but I never slept past eight. That had been a luxury I hadn’t been able to afford.
Now everything seemed luxurious, which added to the heavy guilt. I noticed a note positioned away from the breeze on the dresser, the piece of paper or cardboard folded, a red marker having been used.
Get dressed, agapiméni mou. We are going out.
Inoticed something else propped against the massive wooden box holding all his sexy watches. It was also addressed to me. After tossing back the covers, I noticed the man who’d ensured every inch of my body was sore, including my aching bottom, had carefully placed one of the three sexy new silk robes purchased for me.
I slipped into it quickly, padding toward the dresser. The set of folded papers wasn’t in an envelope. Why did I have a very strange feeling pooling in my stomach as I opened it? I was confused at first, reading it over three times before I realized what I was looking at.
“There are a few complications as with any real estate transaction.”
Stavros’ deep voice brought a quicksilver group of tingling sensations shifting all the way to my toes. “I don’t understand.”
He had a rather boyish grin on his face as he stood with his ankles crossed, leaning against the open door. I hadn’t heard him unlocking it, which meant he’d trusted me. I wasn’t certain whether I should be insulted that it had taken a night of wicked sex, but it was easy to smile from just seeing his face.
“I think you do, my smart girl.”
“It appears you’ve purchased the building in New York where my clinic is housed.”
“You would be correct, although your landlord is being a pain in my ass. There are inspections to go through, and it is an aging building. Of course, the market there is tight, which means closing won’t be for a couple of months unless I can pull some strings. Then there will be the contracts needed to regift it to the intended owner.” He waited until I’d absorbed what he’d said.
“Who are you gifting the building to?” Did this mean he was letting me go? That he wanted me to go? Just yesterday, I would have been elated. Why did it cause me a few little hiccups?
He swaggered closer, acting all suave, which made me smile. As he took the papers from my hands, he lowered his gaze to my partially covered breasts. The man was incorrigible. Ding. Ding. Another surprise.
“Well,” he said as he pulled the soft material aside, immediately cupping my breasts. “I’m thinking about gifting it to a very good girl.”
As soon as he pinched my nipples, I was forced to grip the edge of the dresser since my knees were already knocking. It wasn’t as much from the pain as it was from the way my core zoomed to a thousand degrees. He had that crazy kind of effect on me, which was just another set of sensations and emotions I couldn’t deny.
Like the fact I found myself feeling more and more like a princess.
I arched my back, taking several deep breaths as a blissful wash of pain rolled through me. Every time he touched me, I lost track of what I was thinking or even feeling. It was ridiculous, but he had that way about him, the ability to stop everything in its tracks. I was eager to see how people reacted when he walked into a crowded room.
He lowered his head, blowing across one hardened bud then the other before taking the first one into his mouth. Where he’d caused anguish before, he was soothing my aches and pains now as only he could do. The passion he exuded tossing me into a thick fog, more so than the fiery haze I’d experienced from the night before.
His growl was deep and low, the rumble setting my skin on fire. He even dared to slip his hand between my legs, flicking a single finger around my clit.
I gripped his forearm with one hand, struggling to keep standing.
“You’re so… terrible. A beast of a… man.” He left me breathless, my inability to put a coherent sentence together bringing another nervous laugh to the surface.
And what did the bastard do in return, but only after thrusting all four of his fingers deep into my already slickened pussy? He backed away suddenly, leaving me aching and electrified.
I lifted my head, taking another series of gasping breaths, digging my fingers into the dresser as my knees wobbled.
Seeing the mischievous look in his eyes was enough to make me reach for him like a kitty cat would, ready to claw out his eyes. Only this time, I didn’t really feel it.
To add insult to injury, he shoved his slickened fingers into his mouth, the sounds he emitted animalistic. So exaggerated. And so like him to torment me.
I yanked my robe closed, planting my hand on my hip. I didn’t know what to think about the insane gift he was planning to give me. The contract was for millions. Millions of fucking dollars. Was he kidding me? Was there a chance this was all about controlling my life? Somehow, I didn’t think so. It kept my stomach churning and my skin burning.
And the combination was as dangerous as the man.
“Get dressed, sunshine. We have an entire day planned.”