“As I am.” Kostas grins. “Meet our new interior designer. Talia has agreed to finish the restaurant Mamá had started. The unfinished expansion on the west side that’s due to open in the fall.”
Aris glances from Kostas to me, a sly grin splaying upon his lips, and my heart sinks. What does Aris have to do with the expansion? The only time the guy leaves his office is to go to the bar near his villa.
As if Kostas can hear my thoughts, he says, “Aris is in charge of the money.”
“I thought you said I don’t have a budget,” I choke out as all the pieces slowly come together.
“You don’t, but Aris is who you will get all your money from. He also knows who all the vendors are. Anything you need to get the restaurant done, just ask him and he’ll be able to help you.” In other words, I’m going to be forced to go to Aris every time I need money. And I can’t change my mind now because that will raise a red flag.
“Okay, will do,” I say. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to head home to think about what I would like to do with the restaurant, and then I’ll meet with you.”
“I look forward to it,” Aris says with a knowing smirk tugging on the corner of his lips.
“Can you see yourself back, Talia? I have some things to discuss with my brother. I’ll meet you at home.”
I nod my understanding. Just as I’m about to exit Aris’s office, I’m gently tugged into Kostas’s arms. He cups my cheeks in his strong hands, and his mouth, oh so gently, presses against mine. “I’ll be home in a little bit, and then we can spend the afternoon together…in bed.” He sucks my lower lip into his mouth and bites down, not enough to cause any pain, but enough to send shivers down my spine, momentarily making me forget we’re standing in front of Aris.
And then a throat clears, reminding me that we are in fact in Aris’s office. I will my eyes not to glance over at Aris, but I can’t help it, and when I do, I see he’s staring at us, his jaw clenching, his smirk wiped clean off his face. I need to get out of here, away from him.
Pulling out of Kostas’s arms, I give him one last chaste kiss before I turn around and leave. I practically run the entire way home. Only slowing down once I’m safely back in our villa, with the door locked. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this, but I can’t work with Aris. I can’t sit in his office and have meetings with him. I have to find a way around this.
As I climb into bed, curling up into a fetal position, I think about everything Aris has said to me. It’s clear he’s jealous of his brother. He wants what Kostas has. Kostas is closer to his father. He runs the majority of their business. He was chosen to marry me. And the entire time, for the most part, Aris keeps his mouth shut. He didn’t threaten to tell Kostas that we, according to him, slept together. No, he agreed to keep it a secret. And then it hits me. Even if Kostas believed Aris didn’t rape me, and what happened between us was consensual, Kostas would kill his brother for having sex with me. Aris knew we were supposed to marry. We were engaged. And yet he still went behind his brother’s back and had sex with his now-wife.
And now, every time I see him, he gets off on my being scared of him. Of Kostas finding out. Well, fuck that, and fuck him. I’m not going to let him victimize me. We both know what he did, and if I told Kostas, sure, he might not believe me, but regardless he would end Aris’s life. Which is why Aris will never tell him himself.
I’m going to design that restaurant, and I’m going to go to those meetings with my head held high, knowing Aris is a piece of shit, coward rapist. And I’m going to turn the table on him. He wants to threaten me, well, two can play this game.
No more scared Talia. I’m the wife of Kostas Demetriou, the biggest mobster in Greece, and it’s time I start acting like it.
The door opens and in walks Kostas. Once he’s in our bedroom, he sheds each article of clothing from his body until he’s naked. His beautiful, masculine body completely on display. “I see you’re waiting in bed for me, zoí mou.” Kostas grins devilishly as he stalks over to the bed, his thick cock bobbing between his muscular legs. I find myself salivating like Pavlov’s dog at the sight of him. “I don’t have a lot of time before my meeting, but we have just enough for me to make you come a couple of times.”
And with his words, all thoughts of Aris are pushed out of my head. I’m back in the warm, safe waters with my husband, right where I want to be.
Kostas
“I’m coming with you.”
I stare at my wife with her mussed up blond hair and swollen lips. I thought I could distract her into staying, but I should have known better. She looks good in my bed. Sated, just-fucked, relaxed. Her tits are on full display, proudly showing off the red and purple marks I left on her with my mouth.
Claimed.
She looks claimed and owned.
The possessive animal within me roars with pride. It also wants to chain her to the bed and leave her there until I’m ready for her again.
But Talia has an animal of her own and it hates to be caged. Her animal likes to prowl about trying to see what sort of trouble she can drum up. If she’s going to be out of my bed, then she may as well be with me.
“It could get messy,” I challenge with a hard glare. No matter how much she thinks she wants to watch her father suffer, it’s always different when it comes down to it. My methods are brutal and unconventional. I won’t go easy on him.
“I’ve seen messy,” she huffs out as she climbs from the bed.
My dick jumps in my slacks at seeing her naked body prancing in front of me like a little treat just begging to be devoured.
“You’ve seen messy with work shit. But you haven’t seen messy from personal shit,” I grind out, my eyes fixated on her ass as she bends to pull underwear from her drawer. Red marks from my fingertips still dot her tanned skin at her hips where I held on tight as I fucked her hard.
She slides on the silky white panties that look virginal on her, and she frowns at me. “He put me in this situation and then paid to have me kidnapped. If you’re going to interrogate him, I want to come with. I have questions of my own.” Her chin lifts in a regal way that makes me want to kiss the fire out of her.
“Fine, little badass. Get dressed and let’s go.” I cock my head to the side as I admire her marked flesh since it’s proudly being shown to me. “He won’t get any favors from me simply because he’s your dad. You do realize this.”
She pulls on some yoga pants, still leaving her tits for me to salivate over. “Kostas, I know you. I know what you’re capable of. And I’m still going.”
Sadly, she pulls on a bra and then a tank top. Her sexy curves are not hidden behind fabric. If I didn’t have this motherfucker waiting on me, I’d rip her clothes off again and fuck her until she passes out.
“Stop looking at me like you’re going to eat me,” she grumbles. “My thighs are raw from your scruff. No more eating.”
I snort and motion for the door. “That’s a promise I can’t make. When it comes to you, I’ll never get enough.”
She slides on her tennis shoes and shakes her head at me before taking my hand. “You say that super sweetly, but it’s kind of psychotic if we’re being honest.”