I’m naked under the robe. I suck in a sharp breath as his hands touch my legs. I bite my lip, desire rolling into my core like explosions. Like gunshots. The front of my robe opens slightly, showing a hint of my breasts. But he gingerly touches the wounds on my face, the bruising, the swelling. He talks Greek under his breath and finally shakes his head. “Agapi mou,” he whispers. “What did that fucker do to you?”
“Agapi mou?” I know that phrase. I’ve heard it before. Something inside my heart begins to shiver.
He blinks like he’s realizing what he said. There’s a moment where he stares into my eyes and I can tell he’s wondering if he should take it back, change the subject, say anything else. But I don’t want him to. I want him to own how he feels, to really own it. No more keeping it hidden.
His knuckles brush against my cheek and his fingers slide into my hair.
“It meansmy love.” I let out a soft whimper, a little gasp. Desire, excitement, confusion, a million things rip through my skin at once. “It’s a pet name in Greek.”
“Since when did you call me that?” I bite my lip harder to try to keep myself under control as his grip in my hair tightens. “I thought I was your little killer.”
That gets a smile. “You are.”
“And also your agapi mou?”
“Maybe.” He tilts his head and his smile fades. I want him to sayyes, my love, yes, but nothing is simple with Peter. Nothing is ever easy. And maybe that’s what I like so much about him. “I don’t know what you are, Adrienne. I only know what you make me feel, and it fucking kills me that you got hurt tonight. It makes me want to kill a thousand more men if it would take away your pain. If I could strangle another Filo thug to heal a single bruise, I would.”
“It isn’t your fault. You saved me.”
“Only because I heard you scream, and I still was barely fast enough.” His jaw tightens and he pulls me closer. His other hand presses against my hip. I have to stay calm, I have to keep it together, but the voices in my head are telling me to move closer to him, to wrap my legs around him, to dig my fingers into his muscular and sweaty back. “I can’t let them do that to you again, Adrienne. I want to kill Rastus and everyone in his second-rate family. How dare he touch you, my partner? My little killer?” His thumb runs down my lip. “Agapi mou. I want to burn this fucking island to the ground and let their bones fall to ash. The image of you lying there helpless under that thug, your beautiful face broken,again, it breaks me. It kills me.”
“I’m not your responsibility. You don’t have to feel like you owe me anything. You don’t… you don’t have to protect me.”
“You don’t understand. I do have to protect you. Now more than ever.” His lips brush mine as he leans forward. “I need you, Adrienne. My little killer. Agapi mou. I’ve come to cherish you… I’ve come to respect you. When you said you were my partner in the bar tonight, you should’ve felt the way my heart raced. I love the idea of you as my partner. I love thinking of you staying in my life. And seeing you down on that floor, it broke something in me, and now I’m tired of pretending like I don’t want this. Like I don’t want you.”
“Peter,” I whisper and bite my lip hard enough to hurt. “I feel the same way.”
He kisses me hard. I finally release any restraints holding me back and wrap my legs around him and pull him tighter like we’re wrestling. Except there’s no fighting now—there’s only his hand in my hair, his mouth on mine, his warm body damp with sweat and my warm body damp with water. My robe comes off and his fingers and lips explore my skin as he licks my nipples, bites them gently, sucks them hard. His fingers stroke my inner thighs, tease my dripping wet slit, and I pull at him, tugging off his joggers, getting him down to nothing but his boxer briefs.
Peter is magnificent. The pain in his eyes kills me and makes me want more. He drops between my legs and licks me, feasts on me, and I dig my fingers into his hair and moan. It drives him wild the way he loves to touch me, the way he groans with utter delight at every move I make like he’s basking in my skin, like he’s watching me as though I’m his favorite move. Every time I whimper and moan his name, it makes him go faster, fucking me with his fingers and lapping me up, and he climbs on top again and pins me to the bed. This massive, beautiful man. A monster, a looming shadow, a glorious hell demon with fire in his eyes. He could break me. If he stopped pulling his punches, he could kill me.
He kisses me and I gasp from the desire and the pain, and he pulls away, hesitating.
But I don’t want him to hold back. I push him sideways, leveraging him onto his back, and climb on top. I pin his hands up above his head and he smirks as I kiss him the way he kissed me. He breaks my hold and grabs my ass, squeezing hard as I drop down, remove his boxer briefs, and take his thick, long cock in both my hands. His eyes roam my body as he gathers my hair in one massive fist and I take his cock into my mouth, sucking him nice and slow, savoring his taste.
“Nothing makes me want you more than watching you get hit and get back up,” he whispers as I lick him faster, letting my spit roll down his shaft. “Little killer, agapi mou, watching you sweat and struggle beneath me, watching you try to fight me, it makes me want to dominate you. It makes me want to fuck you into submission. Do you have any idea what you do to me, Adrienne? What you’ve done to me? Your strength changed something inside of me. Yes, little killer, don’t look at me like that, like you don’t believe anything I’m saying.” He leans down and kisses me slowly. “It isn’t because my cock’s in your mouth. You deserve praise, Adrienne. You’ve come such a long way and I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I pull back with a gasp as he tugs at my hair. I stare into his eyes, stroking him with both hands, before I slowly straddle his hips.
“Do you really mean that?” I whisper the words, buzzing with need, an explosive desire. He has no clue what that means to me, hearing him say it.
“I mean it.”
“You don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” I say, staring at him as I arch my back. His thick tip presses against my dripping entrance, and slowly, so achingly and beautifully slowly, I slide back down and he fills me.
I whimper his name as he sits up and kisses my neck. “Tell me,” he whispers.
I push him back down, both palms on his chest, and start to move my hips.
“You gave me my life back.” He squeezes my ass and spanks it. I gasp, grinning. “You gave me confidence. When we first met, I felt like I wanted to walk out into the ocean and drown myself. But now I can’t imagine being anywhere but in your bed, fucking you, sparring with you. Letting you hit me and hitting you back and getting up when I get knocked down, even if it hurts. That’s what I want, Peter. I want you to make me stronger.”
“I want to be stronger together.”
He spanks me hard and thrusts up. I gasp, spine arched, muscles tensed as pleasure rips into my core, and he rolls me onto my back. He takes control then, pins me to the bed, fucks me rough and fast and feasts on my breasts, on my lips. His cock is heaven, splitting me open, sliding in and out of my tight wet pussy and I work my hips in a frenzy. I’m in pain and I’m dying with pleasure and I need him to keep going because I’m skating on that perfect edge, that amazing crevice, right next to the incredible heavenly explosion. He’s the first man I’ve ever tasted, the first man to ever taste me, and the only man I even want to feel between my legs.
He fucks me deep and bites my nipples. “I want to break you, Adrienne. I want to fuck you until you turn pink with pleasure. I want to leave you a puddle on my bed, waiting for more. I’m going to work you, filthy fucking girl, I’m going to work you hard and when I’m finished, you’ll come crawling over to take my thick cock deep down your throat. You’ll come over, begging for more. Tell me you want this, agapi mou. Tell me you fucking want it. Tell me you want to break me just as badly.”
“I want it,” I whisper, digging my nails into his back. “I want it, Peter. I fucking want it.”