A Fling with the Greek Billionaire (16 page)

More silence.
 

Nik was going to refuse her
, she thought fatalistically. Nik had changed his mind. Nik would leave and she would be alone again—

“I have one last condition.”

Her eyes jerked back to Nik, whose gorgeous face remained indecipherable. “W-what is it?” Whatever it was, she would probably agree, just so she could at least look forward to having two nights with him each week.

One last chance,
she reminded herself doggedly. She would do everything possible for that one last chance.

“Not counting the nights that I have committed in your company, I’d also like the right to fuck you whenever and wherever I want.”

Daria’s mouth became dry.

Nik leaned forward on the table, bringing their faces close to each other. “And I do mean
anytime
and
anywhere,
Daria. If I tell you to drop by my office without underwear, you do it. If I want you to blow me in my car, you do it. If I want to own your ass while I’m in the pool, you give it to me.” His tone became silky. “Do I make myself clear?”

Daria’s lips were tightly compressed. “Perfectly.” She paused, but unable to help herself, she demanded helplessly, “Why do you insist on making everything so—”

“Because that’s exactly how it is between us. Your place in my life is no different from any of my employees. I’m paying you for services rendered, and that kind of position means you do not and will not have any power over me.”

He closed the distance between them, and Daria’s entire body shook as his mouth brushed hers. Even after everything he said, the fact that she was still torn between pushing him away and kissing him back made it all so clear now —

She had thought she loved Nik as much as she hated him, but it wasn’t that at all.
 

She loved Nik as much as she hated
herself.

“Remember.” Nik was speaking against her mouth. “You’re just a cunt that belongs to me.” His teeth sank into her lower lip, and Daria’s eyes involuntarily closed at the shock of sensation that jolted through her body at the contact. Oh God, how could she still want him even with what he was telling her?

He pulled away before she could decide what to say or do, and she could only watch in numb silence as Nik slid gracefully to his feet.

Gorgeous, powerful, sexy…so many words to describe how exquisite he was, but all she could think of was how none of the frogs had been able to make her feel cheap the way he made her feel now.

“Daria.”
 

She raised her eyes to his.

“Do you agree to my conditions?”

Chapter Five

Miranda was on her way to Nik’s office the next day when she saw its glass doors swing open and Nik Alexandropoulos coming out. “Leaving for a meeting?”
 

Nik stilled at the sound of his fiancée’s voice.
Damn. Just the last person he wanted to see right now,
he thought. But when he faced Miranda, his expression had been schooled to hide his thoughts, and his movement was unhurried as he bent down to kiss her on the cheek.

 
“I was thinking we could have lunch together while we discuss a few things about the wedding,” Miranda murmured.

Pulling away, he said, “Tomorrow would be a better time.” He paused then said reluctantly, “I have a meeting with Daria in the conference room.” As his mistress, Miranda had no right to demand answers, but she wasn’t just his mistress now, was she? He had also agreed to marry her, and even though it was a purely business arrangement, his personal honor dictated that he at least let her know what he planned to do.

“Oh.” Miranda did her best to keep smiling. “I see.” And she
should
see, since she was the one who had suggested this. So why did she suddenly want to tell Nik she had changed her mind and she wanted both of them to have nothing to do with Daria Everest?

Nik studied his mistress’ face when she took too long to reply. She was a beautiful woman, and the way her little black dress contrasted with her fair skin only made her more stunning. Angelic even. If there was one imperfect thing about her, then it would probably that she
was
perfect, which made her almost seem…inhuman.

When Miranda seemed neither inclined to speak nor let him pass, Nik said flatly, “You can still change your mind.”

She knew Nik wasn’t offering out of pity. It was just the way he was, with his old-fashioned sense of honor. But even so, she just couldn’t shake the feeling that Nik
did
pity her in some way, and the thought made Miranda lift her chin. “Of course not, darling.” She tiptoed to place a kiss on his cheek. “I won’t begrudge you this. She’s yours to fuck until you have your revenge.”

Miranda’s last words stayed with him even after they had parted ways when the elevator took her back to her floor and he stayed on to reach the fifteenth level.

Although a large part of Nik violently rejected the way Miranda had described his arrangement with Daria, he also knew it was no different from what he himself had done yesterday with Daria.

Miranda had only spoken the truth. Daria was a woman only meant for fucking, and he was the idiot who had thought otherwise.

****

Daria quickly came to her feet the moment the door to the conference room opened. She had memorized her introduction to the letter, worked hard last night on her mood board, and she had taken the time to craft several handmade samples of the menu and name cards for the kids’ tables in Miranda’s planned wedding. As far as she was concerned, it was a wedding that
wasn’t
going to happen, but even so she didn’t want to do her job half-assed.

Nik was the first one to enter the room, looking imposingly beautiful in his dark gray suit. She managed a polite smile, not wanting to accidentally give anything away about their past. She waited for other people to come in, but instead the door swung shut behind Nik…and remained shut.

Daria blinked. “Umm, I thought this was a meeting with the design team?”

“You thought wrong.” Ice sheathed Nik’s voice, and she realized then that Nik was in the worst of moods. A moment later, and she was gasping, caught by surprise as Nik yanked her to him, his mouth crushing hers. Heat mingled with surprise, but before she could even decide whether she wanted to kiss him back or ask what was wrong, Nik had moved again.

Tearing his mouth off hers, Nik flipped her around and pushed her down on the conference table. Her shock intensified when she felt Nik reach for her panties under her skirt—

A whimper escaped her as she heard the silk rip, and she couldn’t help whimpering again when she heard Nik unzipping himself.

She thought of stopping him. Of telling him that he couldn’t do this – couldn’t just start taking her underwear off to fuck her without saying a word.

But she didn’t.

Because who was she kidding? She was already
wet
at the thought of having Nik make love to her, her body trembling and becoming extra sensitive by the second.

When she felt the head of his cock nudge against the slick entrance of her sex from behind, Daria’s knees started to buckle and she hurriedly gripped the edge of the table with one hand while the other curled into a fist on the surface.
 

Another second, and he was sliding inside her—

Up, up, up, up, up—

The full length of Nik’s engorged cock entered her.

Oh God, she had missed this!

It was bliss. Sheer total bliss. The pleasure was so acutely perfect that her eyes rolled back and her mouth parted in a silent moan. Behind her, Nik had released a low growl, and his fingers dug hard into the sides of her hips as he started to thrust.

Each thrust felt deeper and harder, and her fingers tightened around the table’s edge as the force of Nik’s thrusts rocked her body.

“Nik.” She couldn’t help gasping his name, couldn’t help shuddering as the rhythm of his thrusts changed. It was more raw and rougher now, and oh God, she couldn’t get enough of it.

Up, up, up, uuuuup—
 

Nik slapped her naked butt, just hard enough for the sting to be agonizingly pleasurable. And then he was pounding into her. She started to pant. Behind her, his balls slapped noisily against the back of her legs. It was an erotic sound, as arousing as hearing the slick slide of his cock in and out of her pussy.

Sliiiiiiiip. Slaaaaaaap.
 

Pleasure started to build inside Daria’s body, and her breath caught.
Oh God, anytime now—

Uuuuuuuuup—

Nik pushed her down flat on the table so he could deepen his thrusts.

Her eyes rolled back again, but this time it wasn’t enough. “Please,” she gasped. “
Harder
.”

Nik’s response was to grip her by the hair, and after tightening his hold on her long dark locks, he gave Daria what she wanted. He rammed her with his cock, so hard that the table – all twelve feet of it – moved several inches across the floor. Even so, he didn’t stop, only following her and thrusting into her nonstop.

One hand still holding her hair, Nik bent down, his chest pressing against her back, his cock still sliding in and out of her. She felt him curve his other arm around her body.

Oh God, oh God—

His fingers brushed the aching nub hidden between her swollen folds. He rubbed it hard as he drove in and out of her sex, the rhythm of his fingers and cock matching each other in pace.

UUUUUUUUUUP—

She came with a silent scream. Her body jolted at the strength of her orgasm, and even as she saw stars, she heard Nik coming behind her as well, felt him pull out just in time for his seed to shoot all over her bottom. It was hot and creamy, and there seemed so much of it, Nik growling with every spurt of cum shooting out of his cock.
 

When he released his hold on her hair, Daria slumped against the table tiredly, the feel of Nik’s cum streaming down her legs making her body shudder anew.
 

She felt Nik pull away and a moment later, she heard him say, “Fix yourself.”

The coldness of his words stunned her, and from the highest of high, Daria found herself spiraling to the lowest of low. Like a rollercoaster. Always, it was a rollercoaster with Nik.

Nik breathed hard as soon as he said the words, which now felt unnecessarily cold. Even so, he couldn’t make himself take them back or even apologize.
 

Silently, he zipped his pants back up even as his gaze remained on her. His tension grew at Daria’s visibly clumsy movements, and when she turned to him, her skirt down, hair just a little messy from his hold, the first thing he noticed was her eyes.

They were extremely bright again.
 

“You look like you want to cry.” He said the words without knowing whether he wanted her to admit the truth or not.

Did she? What they just did was only starting to dawn on her. She and Nik had just…
fucked.
The realization made her want to curl up in a ball, but she told herself she couldn’t give up just like that.

They might be fucking now, but if she was just patient, if she just kept working hard at showing Nik she truly loved him, it would change. It had to.

Out loud, she managed to quip with a smile, “They’re tears of joy for, umm, making me come.”

Nik didn’t answer, and if anything, his tension became even more palpable.

Her smile wobbled.
What if he was thinking of putting a stop to this? What if he was about to change his mind?
“Is something wrong?” she blurted out. Before she could stop herself, her mouth ran past her brain and she heard herself ask, “D-did you have a fight with Miranda or something?”

She expected him to say yes or prevaricate, but instead she saw Nik’s upper lip curl. “Miranda and I never fight.”

Oh.
It was harder to smile now.
Damn her for being so damn perfect.

The play of emotions on Daria’s face told Nik that his words had hit its mark. And it was the truth. He and Miranda had never fought. It was impressive, considering the number of years they had known each other. But it also made him uneasy, projecting a future with Miranda that seemed frighteningly…boring.