Unveiled (Torn #6)(39)

Sniffing, I made a decision that I wouldn’t let this minor annoyance ruin my night with Dimitris. With another hour to go before he’d get here, I pulled myself together and started to get ready.

Neither Claudine nor the paparazzi could stop me.

*

Approximately one hour later, I was putting on the finishing touches of my outfit, pairing the dress with nude pumps and my hand me down four-karat diamond studs from my grandmother. The ensemble was better than I hoped for. I looked smashing, if I say so myself.

Feeling a little over confident, I immediately went out to greet Dimitris the second I heard him call out my name upon entering the bedroom. “Hey Greek man, you’re back.” I almost ran up to him, carefully kissing him on the lips so that I wouldn’t smudge my lipstick. “How do you like the hair?”

He paused, pulling me back a little so he could fully check me out from head to foot, looking intensely silent as he scrutinized me. His expressionless face was putting me on the edge. “Well?” I prompted impatient, wondering if he hated it already.

Pressing his lips together, he gave me an unsure look. “I don’t know,” he finally said, instantly making me feel like I had made the biggest mistake. “This new look you have, Lindsey…how do you think I’d find it? I mean I have a hard time fighting off men to have you all for myself…this new change could most likely just push that possibility off and what do I do then, hmm? I could very well end up in jail.”

“Now you’re just being silly…” I blushed, feeling a little tizzy. “You can just say that you like it…there’s no need to go all crazy for compliments. There’s nothing I’d love more than you having a hard time resisting to devour me.” Beaming, I placed a soft kiss on his lips, as I tried to push away the thought of what had happened earlier on this afternoon.

He made a sour face before pulling me against his chest. “I don’t like men lusting after what I have…the Greek in me takes over and it always gets me in trouble. You’re mine but other men don’t give a fly arse about that. I bet Brody hadn’t cared either, am I right or am I right?”

“Well that’s different. He’s in love with me,” I blurted out without thinking.

His eyes darkened. “Exactly…rather hard to paw off stubborn men even though they know you’re fully taken and not to be shared.”

It would be nice if he’d let Claudine know that too. “Does the same sentiment apply to you, Dimi?”

“It does…” he replied with grimness to it. “Things will change from now on. I promise you that…I don’t want to cause anymore heartache.”

Thank you, Jesus. He better push that bitch to the side or I might start demanding things with him. Not bothering to respond, I nodded at him. “Ready? What time’s the reservation?” I changed the subject not wanting anyone to ruin our first night out after coming back here for months.

Shaking his head, his eyes dropped low, glittering before the low V-drop of my dress as he stared wildly at my showcased cleavage that were dusted off with some illuminating powder. “Not yet…I’m not ready by a long shot.”

I knew that deep timber voice too well and we surely couldn’t afford to do what he’s already imagining in his wicked head. “You better not—” I warned him, patting his cheek a couple times before arching my brow at him. “We don’t have time for that. Besides, I worked too hard to look too hot to resist for you…so let me savor it all night. Please?”

“This is going to be torture…you better make it worth my while once I have you all to myself tonight, yineka mou—I’m warning you—this man won’t be gentle tonight, guaranteed.”

My passionate monster. “I don’t expect you to,” I whispered as I leaned over against his ear before he wrapped his arms around me like gridlock.

“Mmm I love coming home to you,” he sexily grumbled before I felt both of his hands cupped my butt before giving it a good tight squeeze. “This dress is fatal cause I already want to kill that tight cunt of yours.”

Too much sex talk, I helplessly thought. “If you keep going this way, I might not forgive you if you ruin this outfit before I get to enjoy you suffer a little. You need some hefty dose of delayed gratification, Mr. Kosta.”

He made a deep wicked laugh that went straight to my quivering pu**y. “My, my…you really get me worked up love. Okay. Let’s have it your way…” His wicked finger grazed the inner smoothness of my thighs before his eyes widened when he found out I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Bloody Hell—let me f*uk you even for a little bit…I won’t even come. I just want to feel your cunt grip me for a few seconds.”

“Delayed gratification remember?” I snickered, patting his chest. “Now, why don’t you be a good boy, get ready and take this gorgeousness out to dinner so you can flaunt me a little, how about it Torque?”

He released a defeated sigh. “On it woman,” he uttered before giving my bottom a hard spanking. “Now get this glorious arse that I have yet to visit tonight downstairs and enjoy a glass of champagne while you wait for your Greek God. Because if you stay in this bedroom with this raging cock of mine, I won’t be blamed if my Neanderthal side comes out while I have you splayed wide open on that big bed we have while I f*uk you in deep long strokes.”