He leaned over me, fucking me hard and rough and I felt his lips kiss my shoulder.
Then he bit me.
My pleasure amplified and I screamed, my eyes rolling back in my head.
My blood boiled. My skin burned. My heart pounded wildly in my chest and I struggled to draw in air. I sounded like a wild animal, my screams and moans melding into one. Intense, mind-bending pleasure drew me in and wouldn’t let me go.
Spots started to darken my vision. I tried to blink, I tried to fight but they grew larger, more consuming than before.
My body quivered with passion. It was so strong that it rendered me completely helpless against it.
Soft, breathy pants tried to calm my heart, but I felt myself growing weak. My sight darkened, and my eyes rolled back again.
Fuck.
I screamed his name.
I hadn’t known it could be like this. This strong. This intense. So utterly overwhelming. I’d never be the same after this. I knew that, and I didn’t even care.
Almost out of mercy, my vision went black and my eyes closed.
I knew no more after that.
Chapter Four
Kassandra
I opened my eyes and looked around, my brow furrowing in confusion as I took in my surroundings, figuring out where I was in a fraction of a second.
What the actual fuck?
I was home. In my own bed. The same bed I’d slept in for the past five years.
There was a big problem though. Last I remembered, I was naked, and Markos had fucked me into oblivion. I should be somewhere in his office, or at least locked away in a guest room in his villa. Getting home shouldn’t have been even a remote possibility. I hadn’t gotten in a plane, a car, or a boat.
Greece was a long fucking way from the bustling, noisy city of New York. Almost five thousand miles away in fact. Impossible.
How the hell could I have forgotten how I got here? Had I dreamed the entire thing?
I pushed the quilted covers off of me in a panicked rush and that’s when the achy soreness of my muscles hit me for the very first time. I sucked in a shocked breath, before looking down at myself. Confused, I stared at my body, seeing a white nightgown that I didn’t recognize.
That wasn’t mine.
I always slept in my underwear. It was more comfortable, and I use the air conditioning here in my apartment less because of it. I hadn’t worn pajamas in a long time, not since I was a little girl. Even if I did, I wouldn’t have chosen this Grecian-inspired, floor-length nightgown.
Almost in a haze, I climbed out of bed. My ass stung, both inside and out. My pussy felt used. My nipples were achy, and my throat was sore. I felt like I had been fucked hard and left out to dry.
I swallowed ner
vously and walked over to the mirror behind my door. I tilted my neck, which throbbed painfully hard. Gasping, I saw two sets of parallel holes punched through my skin, scabbed over with bloody clots. He had bitten me, deep enough to draw blood.
What the actual fuck?
I took a deep breath and took the soft white cotton into my fingers. Turning slightly, I angled my body, so I could see my bottom in the mirror and began to lift the nightgown up.
I was naked underneath.
The higher the nightgown rose, the more my heart pounded in my throat. My skin crawled nervously. I was crazy. This wasn’t real.