Page 123 of Dagger in the Sea

Suiting up, I pulled her arms back and thrust inside her quickly, her tiny cries filling the room. She throbbed on me, and it took everything I had to not blow, to maintain my rapid, hard pace. Her loud moans fed my determination. She exploded, her face falling into the rug. I released her arms and, ripping the condom off my dick, I took my cock in hand and—ah fuck— came on that beautiful ass.

She lay sprawled on the floor, her breaths coming hard and heavy, my cum pooling on her flesh, marking her. More moans rose from the rug. Leaning back on my haunches, I wiped at the sweat on my chest.

Adri reached for my hand and I leaned over and gave it to her. Bringing it to her mouth, she kissed my fingers, and that warm curl in my chest sprang to life again. I lay down on the floor and took her in my arms, wiping my cum over her hips and middle, up her tits. She hooked a leg over my waist, her breaths easing.

“I really like siesta time,” I whispered, nipping at her throat.

“I must say, I’ve never truly appreciated it until now.” She kissed me, licked my throat like a cat desperate for every last drop of milk in its bowl. “I’m taking the pill, but do you have any more condoms or do we need to go to the chemist’s?”

Oh yeah, we were definitely over the bullshit tension.

“Only one more,” I replied, twisting a nipple.

A grin tipped her lips, and she pushed me over and straddled me. “We need to go shopping this afternoon.”

“We do,” I said, flicking a thumb over her swollen clit. “Now get that pussy on my mouth.”

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People filled the streets.The stores had reopened for the early evening and the cafés had filled up. We were entering the second phase of our day, and a long evening stretched out before us.

Adri stopped at a kiosk and lingered over a rack of magazines, not the fashion, beauty, or health variety. The gossip kind. I scanned the crowd. No sign of brown leather jacket guy.

I wrapped an arm around Adri’s waist, and her forehead creased, her gaze riveted on the magazines.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Everyone’s guessing who the target of the shooting was.”

“From what happened at the party in Mykonos, my bet is it’s Luca related. He doesn’t make friends wherever he goes.”

“Hmm,” was her only reply as she scanned more headlines.

“Here’s the party—” I pointed out a magazine cover featuring Alessio laughing with Elektra, and an inset photo of Adri with Kaspar. Another gossip magazine, and there were so damned many for such a small country, had a photo of Adri’s mother, elegantly decked out in a form-fitting suit, holding a plaque.

“Here’s Liana,” I said.

“Yes,” Adri let out a breath. “Last week she opened the new wing at the children’s cancer hospital.”

“Were you there?”

“Of course.” Adri pointed to another gossip mag on the lower rack, and there she was on the cover looking radiant, beaming in a pale pink suit, her hair pulled up, standing next to her mother and another woman. “Me, Mum, and the Prime Minister’s wife.”

This was the European heiress.

“Impressive, Lovely,” I murmured.

“My mother’s done a lot to get that hospital open and running. Used to be you’d have to send your child to America or the UK to get proper treatment. And if you didn’t have the money…well. The state pediatric hospital for cancer treatment has excellent doctors, but the facilities? Quite behind modern standards. It was a labour of love for Mum. She had another child after me, before Marko. A girl. Leukemia took my sister’s life before she was even two years old.”

“That’s awful, I’m sorry,” I said.

“This project is very important to our family.”

“Well done, Mum.”

“Yes, I admire her tenacity very much. She certainly didn’t let the impossible get her down. Bureaucracy is a fierce monster in Greece, unfortunately.”

“Hey, isn’t this Niko?” I pointed to another gossip rag. He’d been snapped rushing down a street with an older platinum blonde woman at his side, his cute boyish features tightened into harsh lines.

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