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I’d tried last night. My orgasm hadn’t even come close.
I hated him. I didn’t understand why I wanted him, why my body was calling out for him to take me and ravage me senseless.
I glared at him, trying to hide how much I needed him. I focused on my anger, on my hate, and lifted my chin with as much defiance as I was humanly capable of.
On the one hand, he was praising me for figuring out that it was him that had blown up the ships, but on the other, he’d been kind of talking down to me while he did it, which I didn’t like at all. I understood it was coming from a place of concern, but fuck that.
I could hold my own. I could handle a lot. He just needed to give me a chance.
“It’s impressive, really, how quickly you’ve pieced that together.”
My pussy could only focus on his praise. It was like it had a one-track mind of its own, and the only thing that it wanted was the man’s big cock inside of it, making me come just as hard as he had yesterday.
My lip tingled where he’d touched it yesterday, and I almost reached up and touched it just to feel that same fire again, like I’d done a million times last night.
With our every interaction, my body reacted this way, and that was annoying in and of itself. With his every word, my pussy flooded with heat, whether I wanted it to or not, and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it.
As I stared up at him, I couldn’t help but focus on that infuriating smirk playing on his lips, and despite my irritation, my body responded, coming alive in a way that was both exhilarating and maddening.
I wanted him to reach out, grip my hair, and punish my lips with his until I moaned his name. I wanted him to bend me over, tear my panties off, and take what was his whether I liked it or not.
I was caught in a whirlwind of emotions and desires, a tumultuous sea that I was thoroughly unprepared to navigate, and I didn’t know what to do. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that there was a depth to my feelings that was quickly becoming deeply unsettling. He wasn’t just my godfather anymore; he was becoming someone who meant much more to me than ever before.
Shit. I couldn’t allow that.
This was nothing.
This was just meaningless sex, right?
A man like him didn’t have feelings for a woman. I was nothing more to him that a pretty little fuck toy, and right now, my body didn’t care about anything more than that.
My heart raced, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks. It was as if every nerve ending had awakened, attuned solely to him.
I was angry at myself for this undeniable attraction that defied all logic and reason. He was a dangerous man, a man whose life was a labyrinth of power plays and dark dealings. And yet, here I was, drawn to him like a bee to honey, unable to resist our every interaction. I shouldn’t want him. Wanting him was shameful. He was my fucking godfather, for Christ’s sake. Nothing was ever supposed to have happened between us, but here I was, wanting him to sink that massive cock right in between my legs just like he had done yesterday.
It was maddening. It was wickedly taboo and so terribly wrong. What would my parents think? What would my grandmother say?
He’s your fucking godfather.
His turbulent grey eyes locked onto mine, and in them I saw a reflection of my own turmoil. It was a look that spoke of a deep, primal connection, a mutual understanding that whatever was happening between us was inevitable, that it was a force of nature that neither of us could control.
And sooner or later, the two of us were going to clash. It was simply a matter of time now.
I swallowed hard and lifted my chin, making a decision in the blink of an eye. I was going to stand my ground whether he liked it or not. Because I needed to. Because I wanted to.
If he wanted me, I was going to make him take me.
As I grappled with the tumultuous mix of my own shame and my simmering arousal, Nikolaos began to stride towards me. Each step he took seemed to echo in the charged silence of the room. His commanding presence was overwhelming. The closer he got, the more I could feel a tangible energy emanating from him, enveloping me in a way that was both intimidating and intoxicating all at once, and I couldn’t get enough.
I wanted so much more.
I tried to steady my breathing, to maintain some semblance of control in the face of this onslaught of emotions, but it was futile. The shame that I felt for wanting a man like him—so powerful, so enigmatic, and so out of reach—clashed violently with the raw arousal that surged through me.
I wavered on my feet.
His eyes never left mine as he approached, and in them I saw the same intense desire that was coursing through me. There was something undeniably captivating about him, and I found that I couldn’t look away no matter how hard I tried.
As he stood before me, his towering figure seemed to overshadow my own, yet it was not just his physical presence that overwhelmed me. It was the aura of authority he exuded, the unspoken power he wielded. It made him both dangerous and alluring, a combination that was utterly irresistible. My heart raced, and a part of me wanted to retreat, to protect myself from the inevitable.
