ANDRONIKOS

The threats hadn’t come in days, and though everything seemed quiet, I knew this was just the calm before the storm.

Like a lion, the enemy lay in wait for its prey to sleep, and I was going to make sure we never shut our eyes.

“How’s the training going, Kace?” I asked Adira’s assigned bodyguard, though I already knew the answer. The cameras I’d installed a while ago—for her protection, of course—allowed me to watch them and her. Hence why she was made to wear leggings instead of shorts like before.

I can’t let another man look at my woman’s ass.

“It’s going well, boss. She’s greatly improving, but she still has a long way to go.”

I nodded in response. My little flame was strong and smart, so I knew she’d pick up fast, but the issues she was facing will be a big detriment to her focus and I couldn’t allow that.

“I want you to work with Iason on something,” I started, turning to regard Kace. “Someone has managed to swindle Adira in her company, and she’s in knots over who the person is. Find this person, and bring him or her to me.”

“Yes, Nónos.” With that, I dismissed him and focused on the files in front of me.

I was still trying to narrow down my enemies, but I couldn’t find anyone with a strong enough motive to want to kill Adira—much less hurt her. It was all so confusing, and I hated being confused.

As I scoured though the files, a call came in. Picking it up, I saw it was my mother.

“So, if I don’t call, you won’t bother checking up on your ailing mother,” Mama said without hesitation.

“Mama, unless you just developed an illness overnight, you’re definitely not ‘ailing’ in any way.”

“Tch. But are you eating, gios?”

(Son)

I sighed in exasperation, though I secretly loved her concern. “Yes, Mama, but I’m currently busy.”

“You need to leave work once in a while, gios,” she started, going on and on about how too much work could deplete my brain cells or something like that.

I really need to take her phone away from her. Where is she even getting all this info?

“Anyway, how’s that young lady you brought to the gala some weeks ago? And when is the wedding invite?”

Now that, shocked me.

“Mama!” I exclaimed in horror, though, the thought of marrying Adira and putting children in her made me, unfortunately, horny.

Calm down, junior, I said to my dick, pressing down on it.

“Did I stutter? Now, I’ve already started looking for wedding venues, and I just want to say, they’re really hard to find this time of the year, don’t you think? Also, the wedding is in Greece, right? I’ll have to book Mass with the priest soon,” my mother continued, obviously forgetting that I was still on call.

“Mama.”

She kept talking, not hearing me call her name.

“Mama, enough,” I said, annoyance lacing my tone.

She quieted at that.

“I’m not marrying Adira, Mama. She’s the enemy, and just because I brought her to the event doesn’t erase that fact. You, of all people, should know that.”

There was a brief pause before she spoke.

“I understand, Nikos, but you’ve been alone for too long. I’m getting worried, you know.”

“You don’t need to Mama.”

I ended the call after saying my goodbyes.

Leaving the papers behind, I moved out of the study and headed toward my room to shower and change. It was almost 10 P.M., and I hadn’t seen Adira in three days. I think I was starting to have withdrawals.

Since our little squabble in the kitchen, we hadn’t spoken much. Well, she hadn’t spoken to me—ignoring me at every turn. Honestly, I needed my fix. Her. Soon.

When I was done freshening up, I headed to the living room to clear my head, but Adira was already there.

Sipping a hot substance—probably tea, as she liked the disgusting stuff—while gazing out into the city through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a blanket wrapped around her.

“Can’t sleep, Adira?”

She jumped at that, obviously startled by my presence. This situation brought back memories of our time in the kitchen in Greece, and I didn’t mind making a repeat of what went down there.

She rolled her eyes before turning back to her initial position, pulling the blanket tighter around her body.

“Adira…” I started, not sure what I wanted to say to her. Please talk to me? I need you? Stay with me? Instead, what I said surprised the both of us.

“I’m sorry.”

She froze in front of the window, and though I was shocked at what I said, I meant every word of it. I was sorry. For everything. Especially for treating her poorly most of the time.

“Oh,” she replied, lost for words.

“Yeah. And don’t expect me to say it again.”

She smiled in response—just a little tilt of her lips that made me feral.

Not able to hold it in anymore, I walked toward her, dropped the mug on the side table, grabbed her by the neck, and kissed her.

Finally.

I began to ravage her mouth. Moaning softly, her lithe hands encircled my neck, pulling me down to deepen the kiss. I obliged, tilting her head as I sucked her tongue with mine, biting her lip after.

The blanket fell around us, an unwilling audience to the sin we were about to commit, because I was definitely going to fuck her here.

Bouncing her up, I lifted her and pushed her back against the window. My hands roamed her bare thighs, her nightgown raised as I trailed kisses down her neck to her breasts.

The moment my mouth latched onto a hardened bud, Adira whimpered.

“Nikos,” she moaned, her voice spurring me on.

I sucked harder, giving it a little bite that I soothed with a lick, imagining it was her clit I was doing the same to before releasing the abused nipple and giving its twin the same treatment.

My hand slid down to her core, and as expected, she was soaking wet, dripping all over my fingers like a broken faucet.

Without warning and my mouth still full of tit, I shoved my cock inside her. The feeling was indescribable.

Home at last, I thought with a groan.

Pulling my mouth from her breast, I took her lips kissing her, as I began to move in and out of her rapidly, both of us chasing our highs.

Her tits bounced as I fucked her, distracting me from her beautiful face. Wanting a perfect view of her figure, I moved to the couch and sat down, letting her ride me. And she did so beautifully.

“Gamimena telio,” I groaned as she moved up and down, gyrating like she couldn’t get enough of me.

(Fucking perfect.)

Grabbing her by the waist, I guided her movements. Her head fell to my neck, her beautiful wild curls having already escaped their binding.

I could feel her walls beginning to clench—a telltale sign that she was about to come.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

Her hand moved south, and she began to rub her clit but I noticed it wasn’t doing much for her, so I took over.

With her head thrown back in ecstasy, Adira mouth formed the infamous ‘O’ before she shattered on my cock.

Still riding out the waves of her release, I fucked her harder, my own orgasm creeping up.

When I finally came, I held her to me, giving her little kisses on her face and shoulders to soothe her.

We stayed like that, breathing in sync, until I felt her pussy walls clench around my cock again.

Fuck. We were going to be here for a long while.