CaraEvery inch of my body is on fire like cold lightning rolling down my skin.He goes faster, fucking my face, and sliding his fingers in and out, and it's slick and lovely and wet, and I'm drooling down his shaft. I have to pull back as I come, shaking and trembling, getting off for a second time, for the first time in my life, and I'm blinking away black spots as he kneels between my legs."Good girl," he whispers. "You've done so well.""Eros," I say and laugh stupidly. "What the fuck? Did I just come twice?""You've been so pent up, haven't you? I can see the frustration in you. I can almost taste it on your pussy. You've been carrying a lot inside of you, asteraki mu, but I will help you release some of it tonight."My mouth falls open and I stare into his eyes.And he's right, god, he's right. I've carried so much inside of me, so much pain and rage and fear, so, so much fear.So much regret.But I believe him, right here and now, I believe Eros when he says he wants to help me
ErosI wake at sunrise.An hour of sleep will have to be good enough.I'm tired, but the memory of Cara's body against mine, her skin glistening with sweat as she rode my cock, her whimpers and moans as she sucked my tip, her drool rolling down my shaft—it was all very much worth one exhausted day.Even if I have an important meeting soon.Cara's breathing is slow and deep. I watch her for a few minutes, enjoying the way the sheets barely cover her body. Weak sunlight makes her seem to glow.I haven't fucked like that in a long time.I haven't wanted like that in forever.That was not how I expected the night to go.I came to the Drake to have a quiet drink and scout out where I'd be having breakfast tomorrow—or in about an hour from now.Instead, I ran into Cara, and something about her drew me in. It was her desperation, her obvious fear, but also the way she spoke to that bartender like she was going to rip his head off.I could tell something was wrong. I saw it written all over h
ErosThe dockworkers' union boss sits across the table with his right-hand man and his lawyer, and they look like a couple of smug assholes. They traded in their Carhartt jackets and double-knee jeans for Polo shirts and khaki pants, and I'd bet my left ventricle that they're headed out to play golf when we're finished.The whole blue-collar worker thing only means something when it comes time to convince the rank and file to fall in line."We've had a long and profitable friendship," I say and study the main boss, a guy named Owen Grady with a ruddy complexion and a squashed face like a gourd three weeks past Halloween. He looks out of place in the dining room of the Drake, but looks aren't everything. Grady's a player, and a good one. "I'm hoping we can continue that way.""I agree, Eros," Grady says and sips his coffee and nibbles on his wheat toast. Fucker must have a bad heart or something. I catch him eyeing the bacon on his lawyer's plate like a dope fiend. "You've been good to
CaraAh, crap. As soon as the money leaves my hand, I know I went too far.When I woke up, I felt like heaven. For the first time in a very long time, I felt calm and happy and relaxed, with a pleasant ache between my legs. Yes, Eros was gone, but so what? I figured he'd cut and run and I knew he had an early meeting anyway.I took a shower, gathered my things, and that was when I saw the cash.Just sitting there on the nightstand, waiting for me.No note, no comment. Nothing but money.Like I was some hooker and he was paying me off.Rage filled my chest. Rage unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Shame and disgust came next. I'd never, ever done something like that night before, and I was stupid enough to be happy about sleeping with a total stranger and doing some depraved and, frankly, really hot sex stuff with him, stuff I'd never, ever considered, not even during the heady early days with Christopher.Only to find cash on the nightstand.Like I was Eros's whore.Shame hit me so
CaraThe shadiest car rental place in the world gets the eighth credit card to work and lets me drive off in a thirty-year-old Nissan Altima that jolts and stutters as I cruise away from Chicago.I'm thinking about Eros the whole way.I should have my future at the top of my mind—I still don't know where I'm going or if I'll sleep in a warm bed or in the back seat of this dumpy car—and my stomach's beginning to rumble. Fortunately, I stole food from the Drake's complimentary breakfast table, but that won't last forever.I still can't get Eros out of my mind.It's not just the sex. I mean, yeah, it's the sex. That was really good sex. But it's also the way he looked at me, and spoke to me, and touched my skin, and later, the way he gave me his card even though I went full-on crazy on him with all that cash and definitely ruined whatever deal he was setting up with those union guys.He should've killed me. If I blew a meeting as big and as important as he said, a lesser man would've hur
ErosI drink the good, strong coffee and cross my legs. The diner is quiet at mid-morning after the breakfast rush and I'm only half listening to Lycus as he goes over the day's schedule.My mind's on the girl behind the counter with her hair pulled up in a messy bun, looking lost and overwhelmed and so fucking beautiful it's like a railroad spike in my chest.Cara glances over and smiles uncertainly at me. I don't smile back, which makes her roll her eyes as she gets back to refilling salt shakers.It's been a week since I paid off that predatory rental place and that asshole tow truck driver and used my connections to make the cops go away. Since then, I got her hired here, a diner run by a client of the Khazan family, a nice older Greek man named Demetrios. He manages the place along with his wife and daughter, two of the strongest and most intense Greek women I've ever met in my life, and that's saying something. I got her an apartment in a house owned by a Greek woman named Hermi
ErosShe whimpers when I peel her tights off. She's in one of those typical diner waitress uniforms with a skirt and a button-down front. Demetrios keeps it old school in his establishment, and in this moment, I love him for it, because I have easy access to Cara."Is this why you keep staring at me?" she says as I kiss her thinner thigh. She digs her fingers into my hair. "You've been waiting for the chance to corner me?""If I wanted to take you, I would've taken you at my pleasure." I lick her pussy from top to bottom and lap her juices up before kissing her again, making her taste herself on my tongue. She moans as my fingers do their work, teasing her."They talk about you, you know," she says as I move back down and lick her slowly, tasting her folds and loving every second of it. I murmur in Greek again, loving her honey on my tongue."And what do they say?" I ask.She pulls my hair as my fingers slide inside of her. "They call you the lord-like you're some medieval knight or w
CaraI bury my face in my hands in the alley behind the diner as Ophelia cackles with pure and unbridled delight. "I knew Eros Khazan was into you but I had no clue he was that into you," she says, and I want to melt into the street and disappear."It's not like that," I tell her even though it sounds totally hollow, because it's kind of hard to deny what she saw."Oh, it's not? So you just let random guys go down on you in the break room of my dad's diner all the time?""No!" I say and pull my knees to my chest. "Just Eros. Apparently. And only that one time.""Right, well, it sounds like he's into you." She sits down next to me, grinning her head off. "Seriously, Cara, he's been coming into the diner every day since you started and all he does is stare at you. How can you sit there and act like there's nothing happening between the two of you?""Because there's not," I say which is almost true. Things with Eros are complicated. He saved my life back at that stupid car rental place,