AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“If that’s what you want to call it, boss,” he smirked. “Did you at least use a condom? The last thing we need is Nikolaos Kaligaris Junior running around the house, you know.”
“No, but I came in her mouth,” I scoffed, feeling slightly chastised.
“Of course you did,” he replied with a heavy sigh, “So, what now?”
“Besides fucking her again?”
“Yes, besides that, boss,” he said, his tone a bit exasperated.
“We take care of her. She’s mine now and she will accept that. If she doesn’t, she will, in time.”
“Of course, boss,” Andreas nodded, and he left the room, leaving me with my thoughts as I sat down on the same couch that I’d just fucked Maci over and groaned.
It felt wrong not to have her in my arms right now.
I longed to take care of her, to protect her from the dangers of my world, but I knew that I couldn’t. It was a life-or-death situation now, and I had to ensure her safety, regardless of her feelings for me.
Or mine for her…
As much as I desired to be close to her, to feel her in my arms, I had to be strong and make the difficult decisions that would keep her alive.
One thing was certain though.
Maci Williams belonged to me now.
She was mine.
Forever.
CHAPTER 12
Maci
That asshole.
That goddamn dick.
That absolute fucking jackass of a man that just fucked my mouth and my pussy and made me come harder than I’d ever come in my life.
Fuck him.
Fuck him right in the nuts with a fucking rusty screwdriver.
I sat down on my bed with the most glorious pout I could have ever imagined and crossed my arms over my chest with a snarl. I stared out the window and shrieked with frustration as I watched the sea crashing against the coast down below.
Nikolaos Kaligaris was the villain, Lex Luther in a fucking toga practically, and he had the audacity to get angry at me and whip my ass with his belt for getting into trouble with the law. Sure, maybe the Pappas family would have never found out about me if I hadn’t gotten in trouble, but how could I have known?
I couldn’t believe he fucking had the balls to get mad at me for that when he was who he was—and when it was his own fucking people that had messed up and hadn’t hid me well enough.
I glared around my room, or better, my luxurious jail cell, each fine detail of the room all cruelly mocking me. The plush bed, the elegant furnishings, and the stunning view of the sea felt like a slap in the face. It was all a facade, an illusion of freedom that hid the truth—I was trapped in a gilded cage and there was no key in sight.
I couldn’t accept a life where I had no say, no control. I’d be damned if I allowed myself to become a pawn in his dangerous game.
But fuck, did the man know how to use his cock.
I pressed my fingers to my lips, remembering the touch of his thumb as if it had just been there seconds ago.
Despite my anger, there was no denying the intensity of our connection, the way our bodies had responded to each other. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside his head, what conflicted emotions were churning beneath his stoic facade.
