ADIRA

Those two words sent a rush of fire and satisfaction through my veins. As he pushed into me, inch by agonizing inch, all I could feel was him. The sensation was mind-blowing—both too much and not enough at the same time. The sting of pain from losing my virginity made my breath hitch. It flared, sharp and raw, but surprisingly, Nikos grounded me with his touch.

He moved in and out of me with deep but slow strokes, his lips finding mine in a rough kiss that was in stark contrast to how he was fucking me. He kissed me like he was trying to put a mark on my lips, the warmth of his mouth against mine, easing the sharp edges of my discomfort.

The pain began to ebb as his hand slid to my breast, his thumb brushing over my sensitive nipple. The action sent jolts of pleasure through me.

“Breathe Flogítsa mou,” he murmured against my lips, his voice a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.

I obeyed him, exhaling shakily as his other hand found its way to my clit, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles. By now, the pain was gone, having melted into a pleasure so intense, it spread through me like a tidal wave. My body responded instinctively, softening, adjusting, and welcoming him in ways I never imagined possible.

The tension in my muscles eased as his lips claimed mine again, this time, more insistent. His kisses were deep, consuming, with a rough edge that made me crave him even more. Wetness dripped from my core, making his increasingly rapid movement faster, smoother and impossibly more satisfying.

Each touch, each crass word he growled in my ear, and the rough, unapologetic way he manhandled me sent me spiraling closer to the edge I’d been desperately chasing.

“Nikos…” I whimpered, barely recognizing my own voice. It was hoarse, needy—a complete deviation from my usual cool composure I was so proud of. I sounded like one of those women in those over-the-top p**n videos, begging shamelessly for a man’s cock and release. But at this point, who was I kidding? That’s exactly what I was.

At my desperate plea, he smirked, lifting one of my legs to rest on his shoulder. The change in angle, sent him deeper, hitting that elusive spot I’d heard about but never quite believed existed.

“Come. Flogítsa mou,” he commanded. And come I did. Harder than I ever thought possible. My vibrator stash? Useless junk compared to this. The pleasure was so blinding, my eyes rolled back into my head as my body trembled under him. He didn’t let up, his movements speeding up as if he was determined to ruin me for anyone else.

I was definitely getting bruises tomorrow, but right now, I couldn’t care less. Nothing mattered but him.

Finally, his thrusts turned erratic, and with an erotic groan, he came, filling me with a that triggered yet another shattering release of my own.

As we both caught our breath, he collapsed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. Between soft kisses he whispered, “To kaló mou korítsi.”

(My good girl)

For tonight, I was his good girl, I thought hazily, already bracing myself for round two.

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We didn’t stop at two rounds. Or three. Twice on the bed, then the vanity, the wall, and the shower—cause apparently, the thought of a platonic shower was laughable to Andronikos.

I woke up sore and turned to the other side, expecting to see Nikos. Instead, his side of the bed was empty and cold, a clear sign he’d been gone for a while.

Trying to not let that dampen my mood, I stretched lazily, smiling at the dull ache in my core— a physical reminder of everything he’d done to me. If nothing else, my first time had been with an expert in the bedroom.

As I was about to get up, my phone rang, startling me. I grabbed it, blinking in surprise when I saw it was Pen.

“Guess where I am?” she chirped, her mischievous tone already setting up alarms in my head.

“Greece?” I guess half-heartedly, heading to the bathroom for a shower. I didn’t notice a red stain on the sheets. Guess my childhood bike ride theory was correct.

“No dummy,” she said, and I could practically hear her eye-roll. “I’m in front of your apartment. You live in Upper East Side, New York, right?”

My apartment? The fuck?

“Penny, you could’ve warned me before flying across the country!” I hopped into the shower, phone on speaker as I scrubbed off the lingering scent of Nikos from my skin.

“And here I was thinking you’d be happy to see me,” she shot back with mock indignation.

“Shit! I didn’t mean it like that Pen,” I said quickly. “It’s just… I’m not at my apartment right now.”

A pause. Then: “It’s that fine piece of man-candy, isn’t it? You fucked him.”

I sighed. Subtlety had never been Pen’s strong suit. “Maybe”

“Details. Now.”

“Chill. We’ll talk when I get there,” I said, stepping out of the shower and throwing on clothes. “In the meantime, my passcode is ‘ihatekids’, all lowercase, no spaces.”

“Why on earth would that be your passcode, Adira?” Pen asked incredulous, as I imagining her inputing it.

“It’s the result of a traumatic encounter with a devil incarnate masquerading as a child,” I muttered darkly. I shuddered at the reminder. “Some children are God’s gift to humanity. Others? They’re proof that birth control should be mandatory.”

“Fair,” she said, laughing.

“Just wait there, I’ll be there soon,” I told her before ending the call. Grabbing my spare keys, I headed downstairs to the car Nikos had apparently arranged for me. Of course, he’d know Pen was in town before I did.

Sliding into the backseat, I turned to my assigned driver, who, surprise surprise, was Iason.

“To my apartment, hellhound.” He gave me a nasty look at that but didn’t say a word as he floored the accelerator.