“You did great,” I murmur against her hair. “We need everyone’s help in finding her.”
“I miss her,” she whimpers.
“Me too, moró mou.”
She tilts her head up to look at me, her eyes red and swollen from her crying. “The people who hate you know everything now. That your father’s dead. That you’re married. That you have Zoe. That your brother betrayed you. You showed your hand, Kostas.”
I sweep my palm delicately over her bruised cheek and then run my fingers through her hair. “It was the only way to get her back. We will get her back.”
“What if someone hurts her to get back at you?” she whispers, a fat tear rolling down her cheek.
I kiss the wetness on her skin and close my eyes. “We have to trust that money talks. The only one who cares about revenge over money is Aris. The citizens of Crete Island and every piece of scum who knows the Demetriou name will be hunting for our little girl. There’s no way we can know where Aris went and turning over every stone would take precious time we don’t have. All we can do is let the people do what we can’t. We have to trust this will work.”
“What if it doesn’t work?”
“It’s our only option, Talia.”
“I’m scared.”
“I know,” I breathe against her soft lips. “I’m doing the best I can.”
“I know you are and I love you for that.”
Her lips press forcefully to mine as a fierce growl leaves her throat. The kiss takes me by surprise, especially when her hands begin frantically sliding my jacket off my shoulders and sending it to the floor before yanking at my belt. My cock—ever ready to play with his favorite pussy—stiffens in my slacks. Pre-cum leaks from me as the desperate need to fill her overtakes me. She pulls my dick from its confines and kneels before me.
“Talia,” I rumble, my fist grabbing into her hair, ready to pull her back up to my level. I pause to admire how fucking gorgeous she is.
Her blue eyes are intent and dark with lust as her tongue slides between her plump lips and flicks against my wet tip. A hiss rushes past my teeth as I stare at the angel queen who bows before her evil king. Pure wickedness gleams in her eyes as she circles my slit with her hot tongue, her expression equal parts hungry and taunting. I could pull her up to her feet and fuck her senseless, but I’m mesmerized by her devious stare and pretty mouth that’s stained the color of pomegranate from breakfast. She slides her mouth over the crown and a growl rumbles from me. I close my eyes, dizzied by the bliss. Her mouth bobs up and down over my length as she desperately feeds my cock into her hungry mouth. When her teeth scrape my tender flesh as she tries to take me deep in her throat, the need to have her completely overwhelms me.
“Stand up,” I command. “I need to be inside you.”
Her mouth pops off my dick as she shakily rises to her feet. I waste no time grabbing her full ass and lifting her. She fuses her swollen lips to mine and kisses me just as she was my dick a moment ago. I shove her against the wall as I reach between us to grip my cock. She moans when I slide my tip along her wet slit over her panties, seeking the tight warmth only her body can gift to me. I push the head of my dick under the side hem of her panties to tease her bare flesh with my own and seek entrance. With a painful flex of my hips, I drive all the way into her, her wet panties rubbing along the side of my dick as lubricant. As I fuck my wife against the wall, I can feel the burn as my stitches tear free. I could opt for a better position, but only one goal is in my mind.
Take Talia.
I grip her ass with one hand and squeeze her tit with the other as I drive into her hard. Her mouth owns mine as she fucks my mouth with her tongue. Her thighs tighten around my waist, only further irritating my wound. I’m about to come, but a wave of dizziness has me struggling to keep Talia upright. With her still on my dick, I carry her over to my desk. I sit her ass down on the surface and then push her back, breaking our kiss. She whimpers at the loss.
“Pull your dress up your hips and let me see what I’m fucking,” I rasp out, ignoring the pain lancing through my body.
She yanks up the material, fisting it just under her breasts that jiggle each time I drive into her. Her heels rest on the edge of the desk and her thighs are parted open in a dirty, inviting way that makes me want to recreate this moment later when our life is back to normal and I can call her filthy names like my “needy little slut.” Names I know will turn her on while getting nasty in my office, but names that don’t quite fit the moment.
“Touch me,” she commands, her blue eyes intense as she drags me away from the fact that our daughter is still missing and nothing will be normal until she’s found. “Right now, it’s just us, Kostas.”
Failure and loss fade for the moment as I run my fingers along her throbbing clit over her panties. She cries out in surprise when I rip the fabric apart and toss it away. Her hips lift and she clenches around my cock. I easily circle my fingers in a way that strums my wife into having the most beautiful sounds leave her lips.
Someone knocks on the door and we both grind out words at the same time.
“Go the fuck away!”
“We’ll be out in a minute!”
Our eyes lock and I thrust hard against her, pinching her clit in tandem with each glide inside her. When I notice blood on her leg, I run my free fingers through it, marveling at the smears along her tanned flesh. Her body seizes with pleasure and her breasts jut forward as her back arches. I’m captivated with how wild and so damn beautiful she is as her pussy squeezes the fuck out of me. I groan, nearly collapsing as my balls tighten and then my release spurts furiously inside her. Cum leaks out as I slide in and out of her, filling her with everything I have. When I’m wrung dry, I slip from her hot body and stagger back, trembling and my still-hard dick dripping.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I hiss, my eyes raking down her perfect body and settling at her pussy.
Bright red and raw from being fucked hard.
Thick, white cum runs down her used slit toward her ass crack.
Shaking thighs as she recovers from her orgasm.
I step closer despite the spinning around me and collect my cum on my finger. Our eyes meet when I push it back into her needy body. She whimpers and squirms as I fuck my jizz back into her cunt with just my finger. Once I’m sure it’s deep inside where it belongs, I curl my finger up and seek out the part of her that’ll make her scream. She shakes her head as though she can’t take any more, which only urges me to show her she can. I add another finger and press the hot, throbbing spot inside her until she grips the edge of the desk with both hands and bellows my name. Her hips ride up, doing their own little dance to meet the movement of my fingers until she comes down from her high. I slip my hand away from her and admire the dark, pink depths that remain open and inviting to me. With one clench, she hides that part of herself from me, sending more cum pushing out of her pussy.
“I need…” she whispers, closing her thighs. “I need to shower and change and eat and…oh my God, you’re bleeding!”
I shrug as I glance down at my white dress shirt that’s seeping with blood. “It was worth it.”
She sits up and then stands in front of me. Her dress falls into place and I want to pout over the fact that I can’t watch my cum slide down her inner thighs. “Let’s go home and get cleaned up so we can find our girl.”