Selene?
Who the fuck is Selene?
As though on cue, a redhead with fat lips and wide green eyes clacks over to Aris in her high heels. She’s wearing a navy dress as well, but unlike Talia’s classy one, Selene’s looks to be painted on her curvy body. And it looks like they missed some paint on her big tits.
“Kostas, this is my girl, Selene,” Aris introduces. “Selene, that’s my brother, and his wife, Talia.”
Selene offers her hand. Talia politely shakes it, but I don’t offer my hand, just a nod of my head. Gingers aren’t usually my brother’s type—blondes are—but I can’t say I’m complaining. Maybe he’s moving on from eye-fucking my wife all the time, something I’m glad to see.
“How’s Father?” I grunt out as I usher Talia past them.
“Chipper as fuck. You know Dad.” Aris’s dry, sarcastic tone has Selene giggling at his humor.
Ignoring her annoying laugh, I guide Talia into the house I grew up in. Since my mother died, I’ve tried not to get caught up in the emotions and memories. I stay singularly focused when I visit. Make sure Father is cared for and doesn’t hurt for anything.
I find Father seated in the dining room. Despite the pain meds he’s been on since the accident, he still remains sharp and aware. He watches us enter, irritation marring his features. I’ve avoided bringing Talia here because Father has no problem in telling me how much he despises her and her family. And while I can tune it out, I don’t want to see how his words might affect her.
“Good evening,” I greet, nodding to him.
Talia clutches my hand like a lifeline. I guide her to a seat and pull out the chair. Once she’s settled, I take a seat between her and Father. Aris escorts Selene to the other side of the table, planting her beside Father, and then sitting across from Talia, much to my aggravation.
“We’re in beautiful company tonight,” Father says, turning his smile on for Selene’s benefit.
Aris straightens, seemingly surprised and simultaneously proud that Father approves of his flavor of the week. “I certainly agree,” Aris says, offering our father a smile.
I simply grunt. Talia is hot as fuck. Selene is a cheap wannabe who won’t last until Saturday. She’s insignificant to the Demetrious.
Before dinner starts, Father asks us to say a small prayer for our mother. I bow my head and try not to let her absence claw at my heart. His words float through the air, but I don’t hear them. Talia clutches my thigh and squeezes. I grab her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing her skin.
At first, dinner is polite and conversational. We steer away from Father’s “condition” even though I can tell Talia is curious. Talia sucks down the wine nearly as fast as Aris and Selene. I keep my eye on the clock, waiting for the moment we can wrap up and bail. Things between my father and me are strained. His power and influence have waned, and in his inability to lead, I’ve been forced to take over all aspects of the Demetriou business. It pisses him off, but there’s nothing he can do about it.
“Any word on the men behind the attempt on my life?” Father grits out.
Aris lifts a brow at me. Both women are quiet as they listen for the answer.
“It’s being handled, Father,” I reply in a bored, dismissive tone.
“And the taxes?” Father demands.
“They’re being collected, Father.”
“And the Aegean Sea fleets?”
“Still floating, Father.”
“And Niles?”
“We’re hunting him down, Father.”
“And the hotel?”
“Running flawlessly, Father.”
Father slams his fist down on the table, his rage making his face burn bright red. “Stop dismissing me like I’m your fucking wife, Kostas. I want answers. Tell me what’s going on with my empire.”
Aris sucks down another glass of wine, too much of a wussy to get involved. Selene obviously gropes him underneath the table because he hisses at the contact.
“It’s all being handled, Father,” I tell him, tearing my gaze from my brother.
“You’re being a disrespectful shit,” Father seethes.
Aris shoves Selene’s hand away, his eyes gleaming with delight to see our father and me arguing. Usually he’s the one in the hot seat.
“You’re acting like an old man who needs a nap.” I narrow my eyes at my father. “Does the doctor need to change your medications? It’s unlike you to snap and lose your cool in front of the ladies.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck about your fake wife and your brother’s whore,” Father rages. “I want to know what’s going on with my businesses!”
Rising from my chair, I shake my head. “We’ll talk when your head is clear,” I say in a placating tone. Then, to Aris, I order him to stay. “Keep Father company through dessert and then see to it he’s put to bed early. I’ll call Dr. Newman in the morning.”
Father huffs and puffs but wisely shuts his mouth as I escort Talia from the dining room. When we make it back outside, I let out a breath of relief. Slowly, I’ve had to take over in all aspects. It’s what I was trained to do. Of course, we didn’t expect for me to take over so soon, but that was before my mother offed herself and nearly took out my father in the process. Now, I’m forced into the position, but I’m ready. And I can’t allow my invalid father to keep calling the shots from his bedroom. The Demetriou name has ruled efficiently and powerfully because we are an active participant in our business dealings. We don’t send men to do the jobs we can easily do ourselves. My father is beyond that. He’s no longer the King of Crete. I am.
“You okay?” Talia asks, stopping in front of Aris’s car.
“Better now,” I admit, brushing a strand of blond hair from her face.
“Good.” She stands on her toes and plants a kiss on my mouth.
I nip at her lip and grab her ass through her dress. “Be better if I were inside of you.”
Her blue eyes darken with lust. “No one’s stopping you.”
A shriek escapes her when I lift her by gripping the globes of her ass. Her legs hook at my waist, and her hands latch at my neck.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you on the side of my brother’s precious car,” I rumble, nipping at her jaw and then tugging at her earlobe with my teeth. “You going to let me fuck you on his pretty Porsche?”
Her answer comes in the way of her unbuckling my slacks. I smirk as she pulls my cock into her hand.
“It’ll have to be quick, zoí mou. He’ll have a shit fit if he catches us out here doing this.”
“You’re the one stalling, Kos.”
I grin wolfishly at her. “Pull your panties to the side and show me how wet you are.”
With her eyes fiery with desire, she pushes up her dress and tugs at the tiny scrap of blue panties revealing her pink center. In the moonlight, her cunt glistens with her need. Nice and juicy, ready to take my cock. Greedy girl. I tease her opening with the tip of my cock until she’s squirming, begging for every hot inch. Without warning, I push hard into her with a forceful thrust.
“Kostas!”
“Shhh,” I rumble. “You’ll get us caught. I don’t want to have to slit my own brother’s throat for accidentally seeing my wife’s pussy.”