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Chapter Two
Kristo
I do lovea woman with spirit.
Iris Siccario seems to have that in abundance, from the way she kissed me as if searching for the part of her soul already attached to mine, to the way she now rushes off in an attempt to escape the inevitable—that she’ll be in front of her great uncle before the sun sets.
I make no attempt to chase her down. Let her weave through the trees gracing the center of the park. She’ll get turned around soon enough and then, when her panic is at its peak, I’ll step in and rescue my beautiful flower from herself.
Once I’m sure she’s deep into the thicket, I don’t bother hiding my grin as I take my time entering the wooded area, relying on my keen hearing and power of observation to track her. I hear rustling ahead, maybe twenty yards or so, and still to pick up the direction of her steps. North, and fast. If she’s not careful, she’s going to trip over the newly installed rock wall and fall in the koi pond.
“Ouch! What the—dammit!”
Splash!
Too late.
I chuckle and pick up my pace before she takes her anger out on an unsuspecting fish, and find her pulling herself out of the pond. Striding to her, I help her the rest of the way and don’t let go of her waist once she’s upright. “Your great uncle has a heated pool, Iris. There’s no need to swim with the fishes.”
Her eyes flash, eyes so close to my own light brown color that appear golden in contrast to our honey-colored skin. I strip her of the cap and blonde wig she so carefully used to conceal her true hair color and drop it at her feet, surprised to find gorgeous caramel-blonde waves hiding beneath. The picture I memorized showed a girl with dark hair.
To be sure it’s her real hair and not another wig, I comb my fingers into her thick mane and tighten my grip, tugging gently. Her chin comes up and as she licks her lips, I realize she expects me to kiss her again. I further realize I want nothing more than to kiss her again, as well.
Lowering my lips to hers, I test her, tease her, taste her. She responds with a cute little whimper that has me deepening our kiss, licking her mouth open for my tongue to find its mate. When we unite in a battle for power over the kiss, I let her win for a moment before shifting the power to me, tightening my hold on her hair as I snake my other hand around to the back of her neck, keeping her in place so I can consume every inch of her mouth. She moans deeply, a sound I now understand as her approval and encouragement for me to keep going.
I walk us back to the closest tree, pressing her against it before releasing my hold and trapping her between my arms. She wraps hers around my neck and when I use my knee to spread her legs beneath her pretty sundress, she opens them to me.
Her scent immediately fills my nostrils and I inhale deep to fill my lungs. I want to taste the source of that intoxicating aroma, lap at her creamy pussy and have her come in my mouth. I want to lick her juices from my lips and plunge my cock so deep inside her body she’ll feel me forever.
Those thoughts and more land in my cock, swelling it until it’s hard, the bulge noticeable as I rock my hips, sliding my rigid flesh against her. She gasps, so I do it again, this time more deliberate.
“Kristo,” she purrs against my lips. I lift her into my arms, holding her hips and rubbing her hot pussy up and down my cock. “Oh, Kristo.”
“Iris mou,” I growl and kiss her again, lifting her and lowering her, spreading her heat across my flesh. Up, then down. Up, then down. I work her hips, resting her high on mine, her pussy meeting the tip of my cock, our clothes the only reason I’m not already buried inside her. I then slide her down until she’s at the root of my large girth, then I repeat the movement. “You like the feel of my cock pressing against your pussy, baby?”
“Naí,”she mewls in Greek before switching back to English. “Yes. Yesssss.”
“Naí,” I repeat as I move her faster. Her thighs tremble and tighten around me. “Imagine me inside you, stroking the walls of your pussy, stretching you to the hilt as I fuck you until you explode on my dick.” I rock my hips and rub her slit harder. “You want to explode, don’t you?”
She cries and holds me tighter as her entire body starts to shake. Her eyes glaze over. She likes the dirty talk, so I take it further.
“My baby wants to come hard, drench her panties with her juices, and tease Kristo with her scent the rest of the day, doesn’t she?” When she doesn’t answer, I fuck her more deliberately, sliding her cunt up and down my cock without mercy. “She wants me to walk around with my cock so hard I’m in pain until I can thrust inside this body and give her an orgasm so intense it’ll send her higher than Mount Olympus. Come for me, my baby. Come for Kristo. Soak my pants with your cream and keep me smelling you, wanting you, dying for you.”
“Yes!” she cries as her control snaps and sends her flying. She rocks her hips, riding my cock as best she can with us both still fully clothed. I keep her climax at its peak for as long as possible, sucking on her tongue and swallowing her cries of release.
She’s still shaking when I lower her to the ground. “Wow,” she breathes. “That’s something I’ve never seen in a Hallmark movie.”
I chuckle and kiss her forehead. While I don’t watch sappy, romantic movies that always guarantee a fairytale happy ever after, I understand the reference. I’m also not surprised she watches them. I’ve caught her great uncle watching them, as well. For a family that prides itself on efficient brutality, hopeless romanticism also apparently runs in the Siccario blood.
“Come, glikia mou. We have a date to keep.” I place my hand on the small of her back to lead her out of the woods.
“I’m no one’s sweet one,” she fires back and rolls out of my reach. “And I can walk just fine without the help, thank you very much.”
Definitely full of spirit.
And, right now, full of prickly attitude. Gone is the sweet one, the glikia mou who had her legs wrapped around my hips as she rode my cock until she came. Back is the spoiled girl I expected to find when I first found her, the persona she’s famous for with the family.
It’s too late for her little act to fool me now. She may have everyone else duped with her holier-than-thou attitude, but I see beyond this mask of insecurity. I see the woman she truly is, the one who fought for control when we kissed, the one who didn’t hesitate to rub up against me in public, where anyone who walked into the woods could see us. I see that woman, and I want to see more of her.
She bends down and shoves the cap and wig into her backpack, as I move to her side. I take the bag from her hands before she can run again. Without her things, she probably won’t attempt to escape right away. I then nod for her to walk ahead of me where I can keep my eye on her. “Prove to me you can walk just fine without my help, Iris.”
Instead of following my orders, she holds her ground and crosses her arms, challenge dancing in her golden gaze. “And if I don’t?”
“Then you’ll be introduced to my bad side. I’ve only allowed you to see my good side,” I say and run the heel of my hand down the large shaft bulging my pants.
“Malakas,”she retorts with a roll of her eyes. Yes, I’m being an asshole. No, I don’t care that she calls me one in Greek. If it gets her to come with me peacefully, I win. When her insult doesn’t earn a reaction from me, she rolls her eyes again and walks forward.
I win.
