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  Nick easily surpassed the rhythm of the other couple, and Lilac’s head fell back as she imagined it was Nick’s cock driving into her.

  “Nick.”

  “Louder.”

  “Nick.”

  “Louder.” He drove his fingers into her hard.

  “NICK!” She came as she screamed.

  “Fuuuuuuuuuck!” the other man shouted.

  “Nooooooooooo,” the woman howled in protest.

  Nick was still thrusting his fingers in and out of her, and Lilac couldn’t stop herself from coming. Her eyes slowly blinked open, her gaze blurry with desire. The other guy had his head thrown back, his face showing him in the throes of pleasure. He still held the other girl by the hair while his other hand had pushed her down, her breasts smashed against the marble.

  Frustration was written all over her face as her partner jerked off on her body. “No, dammit, you came too soon, you fucking ass!”

  The man pulled away, his cock now flaccid. “Sorry. She was too damn hot.” His gaze held Lilac’s, and she looked away quickly as the other girl cursed him.

  “Lilac.” Nick deliberately let his breath tickle her ear, and he was rewarded by Lilac’s shiver.

  “Y-yes?”

  “Do you want me to make her come?” He asked it in a normal voice.

  The other girl heard it and moaned, “Please, Nick. Please – I’ll make you feel so good if you come here and fuck me.”

  Lilac stiffened. “Y-you’ll go there?”

  “I don’t need to.” He bit her ear and was rewarded with a whimper this time. “I’ll make her come from here.”

  “H-how?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  She looked at the other girl and somehow, she heard herself saying, “Yes.”

  “Are you sure?” Nick’s purring voice made her squeeze her legs around him again and she mewled in protest when he pulled his fingers away.

  “Sshh.” His hand stroked her back as if she was a cat and she stretched in his arms, making him chuckle. “I have a plan, sweetheart. Trust me. I’ll always take care of you.”

  She rubbed her cheek against his chest. “Okay.”

  “Fuck me, Nick. Please.” It was the other girl again.

  Nick kissed the side of Lilac’s neck. “Do as I say, all right, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, rubbing her cheek against his chest again, unable to help it.

  He chuckled. “You’re such a sexy little kitten now, manari mou. I love it.”

  And I love you, she answered silently, embracing Nick more tightly.

  “Nick, please.” It was the other girl again.

  Lilac moved her head, just enough to keep her lips pressed against Nick’s neck as her gaze sought the other girl.

  “I won’t fuck you, but I’ll make you come.”

  Nick’s words startled her, and it had the same effect on the naked girl at the other balcony. “How is that possible?”

  “Touch yourself now. Play with yourself. Imagine it’s my fingers touching you.” His velvety voice wrapped around Lilac, and her fingers moved the same time the other girl’s did.

  The other girl began to play, and Lilac began to play, too.

  “I can feel your pussy getting wet and I know you want me. That’s good,” Nick purred. “I like my pussy drenching wet so we have to make it very, very wet. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes,” the other girl moaned as Lilac nodded against his neck, her fingers still playing with her folds. In her mind, it was Nick playing with her, and it was more than enough to have her body jerk against her own fingers.

  Squeezing Lilac’s waist as if to show his approval, Nick purred, “Is it wet now?”

  “Yes, oh, yes.”

  “Good. Now slide one finger in. I’m a tall guy, so my hands aren’t fucking small. My finger can rival any guy’s dick so when I slide just one finger in, you’ll feel like you’re already being fucked by a god.”

  This time, Lilac and the girl moaned simultaneously, and their fingers slid home in synchrony as well.

  “Don’t move it yet. Just keep it buried there, let your pussy keep it nice, wet and warm. I want your vagina’s muscles to tighten around my finger. You gotta make those muscles work because I want my pussy small and tight.”

  There was a moment of pure silent pleasure, of vaginal muscles working to move on Nick’s command.

  “Now you’re going to move that finger very slowly,” Nick continued in the same velvety voice that had Lilac shivering in his arms. “Your pussy’s still tender because I just fucked you earlier, but you don’t mind the pain. It’s nothing, compared to the pleasure you know I can give you.”

  Another moment of soundless pleasure followed, of silent gasps and legs that trembled.

  “But I’m fucking impatient now. I’m done with slow. I want it hard and fast, so much that I’m going to shatter your pussy, make it tremble so badly you feel like you’re being ripped apart so fucking good---”

  The other girl screamed.

  Lilac’s eyes flew open, and she saw the girl was on her feet. Her eyes were on Nick as her face became flush with arousal, her breasts jutting proudly, and her finger furiously working in and out of her.

  The sight was erotic, more so than she had expected and Lilac began to move her finger faster.

  “Is your pussy about to be ripped apart?”

  “Yeeeees.”

  “Do you want to come now?”

  “Yeeeees, oh please, yes.”

  “And who’s going to make you fucking come?”

  “You, Nick, you.”

  When Lilac didn’t answer, Nick roughly took hold of her chin, stunning Lilac. Her pale violet eyes met his, and hers was completely hazy with need. “You didn’t answer me, Lilac,” he growled.

  “Niiiiiick.” The other girl was mewling and writhing on her feet.

  But Nick did not take her gaze off Lilac. “Who’s going to make you come?”

  Lilac’s mouth went dry at the possessive command in his voice. “You,” she choked out. “Y-you are going t-to m-make me come, Nick.”

  “Then touch your clit now, fucking pinch it. Twist it nice and hard until you’re going to come.”

  She quickly moved her fingers to do as Nick bid. She pinched her clit, twisted it nice and hard, and just like that she was coming again. Lilac twisted her head to look at the other girl. She was gasping, her eyes dilated as she came, so hard that her own come was dripping down her legs.

  “Oh.” The sight of it had Lilac aroused even though her own orgasm wasn’t completely done, her body still shuddering at the little aftershocks of pleasure that went through her.

  The other girl slumped to the floor after, weakened by her release.

  But the gasps hadn’t yet died down.

  Lilac stilled.

  Nick’s laughter was dark and triumphant. “Look below us, sweetheart.”

  She twisted her head, moving back just enough so she could see. Below them was the pool she had glimpsed earlier, and there were two women lying on the lounge chairs, their fingers inside their pussies, pleasure written all over their faces.

  One of them was moaning.

  Nick.

  She moaned, the realization of the number of women that had come at Nick’s voice alone causing lust to sweep all over her.

  “They want my cock, they want me to fuck them, but none of that will happen, Lilac. Because I’m all fucking yours.” His fingers wrapped around her hand and then he was pulling it down, slamming against his rock-hard cock.

  Her fingers curled around it instinctively.

  “That’s yours, sweetheart. All that, just fucking yours.”

  The binds of love and lust twisted and twirled into an unbreakable knot inside her, making her dizzy with need. “Then g-give it to me,” Lilac whispered to Nick. “T-take me hard a-and fast---”

  They were inside the room in seconds, Lilac on the bed while Nick was ripping his clothes away.

  The next second he
was on top of her, his face harsh with desire, arms braced against each side of Lilac.

  “Sweetheart,” he grated out.

  Instead of answering with words, she spread her legs as wide open as she could.

  With a growl, Nick sank into her, his cock pushing in, her wet passage making it easy for his cock to find entry into her body. She cried out at the feel of Nick’s cock in her, and it was everything he said, everything she imagined – and more. Harder, thicker, longer, bigger than anything she had ever dreamed of.

  His shoulders broadened, his muscles contracting, Nick rose up and then thrust back in, hard and deep enough for the head of his cock to hit the barrier of hymen – and go through it.

  He growled in pleasure and Lilac moaned hers.

  Nick suddenly grabbed her legs by the ankles and pushed it back until her legs formed a wide V in the air.

  The new position allowed him deeper entry, and she gasped, unable to believe how good it felt. Now she felt completely penetrated, completely owned by Nick Christakos, and she couldn’t think of anything that felt more wonderful than having the man she love claim her virginity.

  Nick slid in and out slowly, as if letting her become accustomed to his size.

  “Nick,” she moaned.

  “Your virgin pussy’s all mine now,” he rasped.

  “Y-yes.”

  “And now I want it to shatter all around me. I want to do everything I said a while ago, but this time with my fucking cock. Can I do that, sweetheart?”

  “Yeeeee---” Before she could finish, he was ripping into her as he had described and promised. Her moan turned into a scream, and Lilac didn’t stop screaming as he pounded into her over and over.

  His thrusts were so forceful it was as if she was sinking into the bed, Nick’s hips pumping over her in wild and furious movements.

  “Nick.” She moaned his name, moaned her love for him.

  “Yes, I’m here. I’m always here, sweetheart.” He punctuated each word with a hard pump of his hips. “Always, always here.” Lilac’s pussy was so tight he could drown in it, his cock never wanting to leave. But he was so goddamn close, and Nick inserted his hand between their bodies, wanting Lilac to come with him. He played with her clit, and Lilac moaned just as her pussy’s sweet beautiful muscles tightened around his cock.

  “Fuck!” His hips moved faster on its own accord.

  “Ready to come, sweetheart?”

  “Y-yes.” Lilac’s head twisted on the pillow, her body undulating, mirroring the way he played with her clit.

  “Then let’s go take that dive now, manari mou.” Without warning, he bent down, sucking one nipple as he twisted her clit with his fingers.

  She came with a scream, triggering his own release and Nick pumped his seed into her even as he didn’t stop thrusting. Jet after jet of his cum shot out, filling her pussy to the very brim until some of it leaked out and trailed against her inner thighs.

  But still he didn’t fucking stop, didn’t stop savoring the feel of Lilac’s body now that it was his – it was finally his and no one was going to fucking take it away.

  ****

  Lilac slowly rolled over on the bed, sleepily searching for the hard muscled body that was uniquely Nick’s. But all she found was emptiness. Forcing her eyes open, she saw Nick silhouetted against the sunlight streaming from the balcony’s doors, his head bent as he typed on his phone.

  “Nick?” She expected him to smile, was getting ready to smile back but the look on his face made her swallow audibly. An ominous feeling skittered over her spine. “What’s…wrong?”

  He was white underneath his tan, his eyes cold, nothing about him resembling the Nick who had loved her so beautifully. Finally, he shook his head.

  The feeling that something bad was about to happen became stronger. Something told her she should let this go, but she couldn’t. She mustn’t. “Nick…tell me.”

  “It’s not something you want to hear.”

  She flinched at the harshness of his voice. “Is it…her?” Lilac hadn’t planned to say it, but somehow the words were forced out of her.

  Ice wrapped around his heart at the way the last word fell from Lilac’s lips. He hated it, hated how she made him feel so guilty when he hadn’t made any fucking promises, hated how despite that, he did feel guilty.

  Nick Christakos didn’t fucking do guilty.

  “Yes,” he said coldly. “It’s her. Karla – the girl I loved.”

  The Seventeenth Encounter

  “Not that I’m playing the gossip---” Reid paused to thank the cabana attendant for the beach towel, which he used to briskly rub his body dry.

  The woman went to Nick Christakos next, murmuring a respectful ‘sir’ as she gave him a towel. Perks of the job, she thought smugly, leisurely enjoying the muscular perfection of the two billionaires. Water glistened on their jet black hair and Mediterranean skin, making them perfect models for a Speedo advert. If only Reid Chalkias wasn’t so meticulous about his rules being observed, she would have tried stealing a photo of them – even just to serve as a “visual aid” when she was with good old BOB, her battery-operated boyfriend.

  “You are,” Nick said coolly. “So fuck off.” He left the changing cabana and took one of the vacant tables set up by the pool. The morning swim had been a good cure for their hangover, but it did nothing to ease the tension inside him.

  Without planning to, Nick’s gaze drifted inside, where Lilac was. He had asked her this morning if she wanted to join him poolside for breakfast, but she had declined very politely, telling him she would feel better within the air-conditioned confines of the patio, where the buffet table was set up.

  Reid took the seat next to him.

  Knowing his friend wasn’t done needling him about Lilac, he asked swiftly, “Where’s Christien?”

  “Nathan arrived late last night. They had their usual orgy.” Nathan Callis was the fifth person in the group back during their boarding school days. They had been the only half-Greeks in their year and had banded together. By excelling in their chosen fields and turning their charm on the girls, they had not given any of the older students a chance to bully them.

  Reid waved his hand, and another attendant came over, a petite blonde who momentarily gave Nick pause because she wasn’t the usual glamorous chick that Reid liked to employ in his homes. Also, she was incredibly shy. Unlike the cabana attendant who had ogled them shamelessly earlier, this one was quite shy, not meeting his eyes as she served him coffee.

  “That one is explicitly off-limits, my friend.” Reid’s icily spoken Greek made Nick turn to his friend.

  There was nothing charming about Reid’s face now. It was all hard angles, and his words were rather sharp as he dismissed the girl and called for the attendant from the cabana. The blond nodded and hurried away with a stiff back.

  Nick frowned. “That was harsh.”

  “You have too many problems right now to worry about that one,” Reid returned evenly. The cabana girl arrived and served tea, one of the few English traditions Reid had absorbed from the British side of his family.

  The tea reminded Nick involuntarily of Lilac, and before he could stop himself, his gaze sought her once more. She was also drinking tea and nibbling on a piece of toast while her eyes remained glued to the newspaper spread before her. As far as he knew, she had not turned a page in the last thirty minutes, and the knowledge made the tension inside him harder to bear.

  “Trouble in paradise?” Reid murmured sotto voce.

  “No.” Yes. There was a fucking problem, but Nick didn’t know to fucking put it to words.

  I don’t know who else to turn to, Nick. Please help me.

  Karla’s words were imprinted on his mind, chaining him, tainting the beautiful night he had shared with Lilac.

  Lilac – wasn’t Karla. She would never be what Karla was in his life because Lilac hadn’t been there when he was broken.

  His chest squeezed more tightly, and it was as if Karla’s s
hadow was spreading inside him, forcing out any sweet memory he had of Lilac.

  “You don’t plan to go to her? Beg her forgiveness and find your way back to her bed?”

  “We’re friends,” he answered curtly. “We’ll figure this out.”

  Reid’s voice cooled. “Even friends have to be treasured.”

  Nick said between clenched teeth, “This is a matter between Lilac and me---”

  “Not anymore,” Reid said with grim satisfaction. He nodded towards the house. “If I’m not mistaken, your twin brother’s about to make it his business as well.”

  ****

  “Penny for your thoughts?” a light familiar voice asked.

  She looked up, unable to believe it would be---

  “Jason!” It was really him, and his charming smile was a painfully welcoming sight, so much so Lilac almost threw her arms around him. His was the first familiar face here and though Reid had been nothing but nice, it felt wrong to go to him because he was Nick’s friend.

  Smiling back at Jason, she asked, “Have you eaten…breakfast…yet?”

  He took the seat across from her and grabbed a piece of toast from her plate. “Now I am.”

  She laughed, not knowing how its delicate sound flowed out of the open doors of the patio, drifting to the occupants by the poolside.

  Jealousy burned inside Nick at the sound of Lilac’s laughter. His fists clenched as he turned and saw Jason and Lilac’s dark heads bent together as they talked in soft whispers. If this was how Lilac fucking wanted to play it, then she made the wrong choice.

  The look on Nick’s face made Reid curse. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

  Nick smiled tightly. “I’m not the fucking one who started it.”

  Reid shook his head. “Nick---”

  He stood up. “Excuse me.” He walked straight to the group of British models at the other table, and by the time he reached them a sexy smile was playing on his lips. “Hello.”

  It was the only thing he had to say before they were all crowding around him. Or at least all of them had but one – a tall blond beauty who wore nothing but a cool smile and tiny yellow scraps that barely passed as a bikini.

  She was clearly the leader of the group, possibly the only one who had brains. Her name was Felicity, and she didn’t waste time on introductions, asking pointedly, “You came with a date, did you not?”