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“That won’t save you from getting fucked later, Maci-girl,” he purred, and I squealed in delight. “Now be a good girl and go back to sleep. I’ll be back in a bit to take care of that needy little pussy.”
I dove under the covers for a split second, but then peeked over them as I watched him walk out of the room.
“See you later, sir,” I whispered, unable to keep myself from smiling so wide it hurt my cheeks.
* * *
Nikolaos didn’t return until a few hours later. By that time, I’d drifted back into a light sleep, woken up, eaten breakfast in bed, enjoyed a nice hot shower, and watched a movie on the massive television mounted on the wall across from the bed. Honestly, it felt like having my very own private movie theatre in the middle of a high-end hotel room.
His room was even more ostentatious than my previous one.
“That’s not your bedroom anymore.”
His words echoed in my mind, and I couldn’t help but smile as I looked around the room.
The centerpiece of the room was undoubtedly the massive king-sized bed. Its dark blue quilted headboard added a touch of elegance to the space. The bed was dressed in the finest linens, crisp and white. The duvet was fluffy and lightweight, yet incredibly warm, enveloping me in a cocoon of comfort. Scattered across the bed were plush pillows, each encased in silky, high-thread-count pillowcases that felt luxurious against my skin.
Beside the bed stood sleek, contemporary nightstands, each holding minimalist lamps that illuminated the room with a warm, ambient light. Across from the bed, the large windows were dressed in heavy, dark blue drapes that could be drawn to block out the morning light or opened to reveal a breathtaking view of the ocean.
The room also featured a seating area with a comfortable, modern sofa and a coffee table, both in tones of dark blue and grey, creating a perfect spot for reading or enjoying a morning coffee.
Adjacent to the bedroom was the en-suite bathroom, a spa-like space that wouldn’t be out of place in a high-end hotel. It featured a large, walk-in shower with a rain shower head, a deep soaking tub, and his-and-hers sinks set in a sleek, marble countertop. The towels and bathrobes were fluffy and white, adding to the spa-like experience.
I wore nothing other than one of those robes until he returned. Honestly, it kind of felt really good to be that free.
Much of my time alone, I thought about how much I wanted to stand by his side and be a part of his life.
I wanted power. With him.
I could handle his world. I wanted him to see me not just as a little girl to be protected, but as a partner, an equal who could stand tall amidst the complexities and challenges of his life.
In my mind, I rehearsed conversations where I would express this to him, showcasing my understanding of the delicate intricacies of his world. I was aware of the dangers and the power plays, the delicate balance of strength and diplomacy required.
I wanted to show him the strength I possessed. There was a part of me that knew I could be powerful at his side, an ally who could navigate the treacherous waters of his world with a grace he might not yet be accustomed to. I had so much to offer him, and he’d be foolish to let that be swept under the rug.
I believed in my ability to adapt, to learn, and to contribute. All I needed was a chance, an opening for me to show him how we could be stronger together.
In the time he was gone, I decided that they wouldn’t expose one of his safehouses. They’d hit his fleet of trucks.
When he finally came back, I looked up from where I was lounging and said with as much confidence as I could muster, “They hit a fair number of your trucks after all, didn’t they? More than you thought they would?”
The moment the words left my mouth, I saw a flicker of surprise cross his face, quickly replaced by an unmistakable look of admiration, and my heart leapt up into my throat.
Maybe he would let me into his world after all. I knew I could handle it. I just needed to convince him.
He paused for a moment, studying me with a gaze that seemed to delve into the very core of who I was. I could almost see the wheels turning in his mind, reassessing me, perhaps acknowledging that I was more than just a little girl who needed protecting.
His expression softened.
“You’re right,” he finally said, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and quiet admiration. “I am impressed, Maci-girl, and you know what, that makes my cock rock fucking hard.”
He stood up and prowled towards me. As he approached, I could feel the atmosphere between us shift, a heated sense of anticipation building in the air, and I held my breath, my heart skipping a beat with anxious arousal.
Methodically, Nikolaos reached up and began to loosen his tie, his fingers deftly untying the knot with ease. He then proceeded to remove the jacket of his suit, revealing the white shirt underneath that hugged his frame. Then he unbuttoned his cuffs, rolling them up one by one as I fidgeted and waited for him to approach.
Then he climbed onto the bed, his movements fluid and assured. He positioned himself over me, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. The air between us crackled with an electric tension, and I finally let out the breath I was holding all at once.
In that moment, I was acutely aware of every line and curve of his body, especially his rock-hard cock that was pressing right against my center.
