Unveiled (Torn #6)(36)
“Kaliméra,” he murmured with his lips lingering against my hot skin before trailing those lethal lips all the way to the base of my neck, brushing, teasing me to no end. “Thank you…thank you for staying.”
Busying myself with finishing washing my mouth off before lightly patting a soft towel against my lips, I spun around to face his golden nakedness, seeking for those glowy eyes to really look at me—the woman who had come a long way from the lost and broken woman who had no direction, careless and truly vindictive—to a person that was rather decent and not too shabby if allowed myself to be honest. “Kaliméra,” I said with a faded smile playing on my lips. “I’m humbled that you chose me, scars and all. When I said I loved you, I meant each word knowing what kind of commitment that came with it. Loving you doesn’t come with stipulation that would lead me to walk away once it gets shaky. Whatever drove you to do what you did, I need you to know that I’m here—I’m here to catch you when you’re feeling unsteady and insecure. This might not come so easily…I know…but you must understand that if you want this—us—to work, you have to speak up and talk. You shouldn’t seek other people’s ear to hear you out. I’m here…if you only allow me…because if you do this again, Dimi,” I paused, feeling choked up, “I can’t guarantee that I’ll still be here again, standing and trying to smile amidst the hurt that you’ve caused. And if you’re wondering why I haven’t asked for your confession…it’s because I don’t want to hear it…I don’t need to know because looking at your face, it’s enough to tell me how guilty you are. You must know that this love I have for you is so much greater than what I felt for Brody. I know what you and I have that’s why I can’t so easily dismiss it and walk out of your life. But please, I beg you—don’t put me through this kind of hell again. It’s just too f*uking much.”
“I can say all the right things to sooth the ache that’s welling in your heart—but I know words can only stretch given the kind of agony I had caused you. From this point on, my actions will speak in itself.” Cradling my cheek, he softly kissed my forehead before whispering to it, “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but I’m willing to for it and when the time comes, I hope earn your trust once more. I don’t care if it’ll take me a lifetime, I won’t rest until I do.” Giving my lips a pained hungered kisses, I slowly surrendered to him. “I love you—and I swear on everything that I am, I will commit to this love by showing you just how much I do, everyday if I can.”
This—this was all the reassurance I needed. Even great men fall, I knew that by heart.
But he was right, I didn’t need empty loaded promises but rather I’d have him show me that he wasn’t going to opt to go to this hell storm of a path because he and I fought or that we had a disagreement that unsettled him. It should be me—and no other woman—he should confide in. It’s just how it’s supposed to be. And since he and I were still a work in progress, I was confident enough to think that he and I had immensely learned from this. And I truly hoped that there wouldn’t be another reoccurrence of this sort of behavior because I could only take so much betrayal until I’d be willing to throw in the towel.
I loved him more than life, that’s unquestionable, but I wasn’t one to use this emotion to filter stupidity out and use it as a blindfold to pardon his next indiscretion. He may not have fully disclosed what had happened but the images that still burned so vividly in my mind was enough reminder that one should always expect the unexpected, particularly when there’s another woman involved that’s bent on making my life Hell.
Nikki Pavlova had paved the way in opening my eyes for scorned lovers. When she threw her poison around, Emma could barely withstand it. But I wasn’t my best friend. So whatever Claudine had in mind next, she better think again cause I wasn’t one to tolerate underhanded bitchiness. I’m more of face-to-face kind of gal with a little action on the side.
But as for now, Claudine and the rest of the haters could kiss my nice smooth ass because I wasn’t going anywhere. Not by a long shot. I was here to stay and fight for my man and if she chose to play dirty, she could think again.
Chapter 18
Lindsey
“I have five minutes before my meeting starts—I just want to hear your voice is all,” Dimitris murmured into the phone, making me light up like Christmas morning at the loving sound of his tone.
He had left three hours ago, though reluctantly, to go to the office. That time in the bathroom was spent with him on his knees and with my splayed wide open on the bathroom marble counter, while he paid homage to my pu**y with the use of his torque-like speed of a tongue, giving me a whiplash with each powerful flicker.
I wasn’t sure how many times I came, but I knew that he enjoyed tasting and savoring each orgasmic high that made me treble deep within. He ate me up, lavished on me like no man ever did. His sex, his tongue, his fingers were all equipped with unparalleled skills to drive me into screaming, panting, quaking hapless of a woman at his mercy.
And by the time he left for work, I could very well melted off the counter and I wouldn’t chirp a sound because the word satisfaction wasn’t even enough to describe the airy, floating feel I was feeling after his whiplash of a tongue. Even after coming for the sixth or eight, I mean who was counting? I still reeled—throbbing before this intense feeling of hunger for his cock to drive in between my legs got me wanton and horny again. But since he had left for work, I was left in my own devices, leaving me to be satisfied.