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“Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
“Good girl,” I suck on her neck, leaving a hickey on her skin.
She moans in response, and I thrust into her with enough force that makes her cry out again. My hands grip her hips, pulling her back onto me as I slam into her again, each thrust deep and rough. The sound of skin slapping against skin, mixed with her moans and the sea waves, has to be my favorite sound now.
“You’re mine,” I growl, one of my hands moving up to her throat, squeezing it just enough to heighten her pleasure as I fuck her harder. “Say it.”
“I’m yours. Only yours. All yours,” she barely mutters, losing herself in the building pleasure.
“Come for me, wicked one. I want to feel you shatter around my cock.”
And so she does. Her moans grow louder, more ragged, her pussy convulsing on my cock as she screams my name. I keep thrusting, riding out her orgasm. My teeth sink into her shoulder as I feel a brutal wave of pleasure as I drown in her.
Chapter 46
Serena
The hum of the car fills the silence between us as I glance at Nikos, one of his hands steady on the steering wheel, the other cupping my thigh. He looks so handsome in his black, tailored suit with his signature stony expression. I could watch him driving forever.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re heading?” I raise a brow at him.
He didn’t tell me anything except that I should wear the dress he brought for me—an elegant, floor-length gown with a strapless neckline. It hugs my body snugly, contouring my curves and emphasizing my chest. It accents the waist, flaring subtly at the bottom. Black, of course. I did my hair in a chic updo, with a few loose strands framing my face, and I added a gold necklace that stands out against my bare collarbone.
“It’s a surprise.” Nikos glances at me briefly, a contented grin curving his lips upward.
I roll my eyes and lean back in the seat. Surprises with Nikos are unpredictable, and I’ve no idea what he has planned.
Eventually, we park in front of a sleek, modern, minimalist building. Nikos steps out and circles the car to open my door. I let him take my hand, my heels clicking against the stone floor as we walk inside.
“Is this a gallery?” I gasp, taking it all in.
Nikos doesn’t respond. Instead, he smiles and leads me inside one of the rooms, his hand on the small of my back.
Various sculptures stand on pristine pedestals before me. Dozens, if not hundreds, of people admire them. But these aren’t just any sculptures. They’re my sculptures.
I turn to Nikos, my mouth wide open. He stands a few feet behind me, his signature, authoritative stance paired with a satisfied smirk.
“I promised to take you to a sculpture exhibition, and I never did,” he says. “So I thought, why settle for someone else’s work when you could have your own?”
For a moment, all I can do is stare at him. “You did this?”
He moves closer, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I did.” He smiles. “Well, with a little help from your cousin. She told me it was a dream of yours.”
“Chiara?”
He nods.
I feel my emotions well up inside me as I shake my head softly. I always believed gestures like this, thoughtful and personal, were the foundation of a relationship. I was saddened it was something I’d never have with Nikos. But now I know better. Maybe we don’t always have moments like everyone else, but we have our own. Ours might be darker, twisted, but that doesn’t make them less meaningful. They’re ours. One of a kind.
Before I can say anything, I hear a familiar voice. “The one and only!” My cousin beams at me, hugging me tightly. “Oh, I’ve missed you so much.”
“Me too.” I did. I really did.
Ever since the fateful night with Dimitris and Valeria, my family has cut all contact with me. Nikos told me we could bury it, hide the truth from my family if that’s what I wanted. But I knew it would surface eventually. The truth always does. Especially since my father works for Nikos and he knows nothing goes down in this city without his blessing. If it happens here, he either made it happen or let it happen. Plus, it’d be hard to explain the disappearance of two important family members. Nikos’s uncle and his sister-in-law. It hurt when my family said they couldn’t understand that I chose Nikos, the man who forced me to marry him (they seem to forget the part where they forced me to marry him) over my sister. It hurt deep, leaving a scar I’m not sure can ever heal. I married Nikos because of them. To save my brother’s life, to save all of our lives. I sacrificed myself for them. But now, they don’t seem to understand that for once, I chose myself. If I hadn’t done that, who knows what Valeria might’ve done? Would they have forgiven her if she’d killed me? Perhaps I could’ve punished her in another, less severe way. But she had no mercy when they kidnapped me with full intent to end my life.
But that’s okay. I knew it was lonely on the throne next to my king. I chose to live my life this way, and this is the path I will follow. Only Chiara still speaks to me.
