The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) (8 page)

Danido chatted as he drove through the winding roads into the nearest town.  While the village close to the villa had about twenty homes and maybe thirty businesses, the next town was a thriving metropolis in comparison.  And what was even better, Sasha could disappear! 

“Thank you Danido!” she gushed as she excitedly stepped off of his delivery truck at one of the main intersections.  “I really appreciate the ride!” 

He waved as he pulled back into traffic, ending his day or going on to his next delivery stop.  She had no idea what the man did after he’d accomplished his scheduled deliveries to her village but he drove on down the street after letting her off.

As Sasha looked around, she breathed a sigh of relief when she didn’t spot Damon’s expensive limousine or any of the Land Rovers that carried his security staff when they weren’t escorting her or the man himself.  She was free!  She had no clothes and no car, but she was free!  And she had her purse along with her wallet, so she could do just about anything she wanted! 

Looking around, she tucked her purse underneath her arm, wondering what she was going to do next. 

She wandered around the town, window shopping and just enjoying the freedom of being some place other than the villa since that’s where Damon had ordered her to stay.  She’d gone window shopping numerous occasions in the past but she’d always had her bodyguards with her.  And Damon hadn’t known that she wasn’t at home in any case since he was off in some foreign country making billions to add to his billions of euros.  So those times didn’t count. 

As the sun started to set and the town settled down, she knew she’d have to either head back to the villa or find a place to sleep here.  The idea of going back to the villa, back to Damon and his disturbing effect on her body, didn’t appeal to her.  She decided that the better option was to stay in town for the night and figure out what she was going to do tomorrow.  She had to build her life and make it so that Damon couldn’t hurt her.  That was going to be pretty tough since he had resources that she couldn’t even imagine. 

She found a pretty hotel and checked in, ignoring the strange look from the man when he offered to carry her luggage.  “I don’t have any,” she replied airily.  She took the key and walked up the stairs, finding the room easily. 

Walking inside, she was surprised at how nice it was.  There was a large, four-poster bed with a fluffy comforter and lots of pillows as well as a sitting area complete with a sofa, chairs and low coffee table sitting in front of a large picture window.  Everything looked cozy and wonderfully inviting.  Perhaps she should step out to find a bookstore so she’d have something to read.  But a list of the movies on the television convinced her to simply snuggle into the luxurious bed and watch romantic movies, order in a large amount of decadent food and spoil herself for the night. 

She lifted the phone and dialed room service, choosing her meal and then slipping her shoes off.  She was flipping through the channels, trying to decide what to watch when someone knocked on the door. 

Thinking it was room service, she jumped off of the bed and practically skipped to the door.  When it swung open though, it wasn’t room service. 

It was, in fact, a very angry, very intimidating Damon who walked through the door, slamming it shut behind him.  “Hello, my lost wife.  Did you forget where you live?”

Sasha stared at the man leaning against her only escape.  “What are you doing here?” she asked in a strangled voice.

Damon chuckled despite his fury at her running away from him twice in one day.  “Ah, shouldn’t I be asking you that same question?”  He pushed away from the door, coming close to her so his fingers could slide delicately down her cheek.  “Did you forget our agreement?”

She shifted away, pulling her face out of his hands and trying to hide her panic.  “We didn’t have an agreement.”

“Yes,” he countered as he stalked her across the room.  “The agreement was that I wouldn’t turn you in to the authorities and, in exchange, you would stay as my beautiful, dutiful wife.”  He looked around at the room.  “I’m guessing that you remembered that agreement and were only trying to lure me here for a romantic liaison.  Am I correct?” he asked, swiftly unknotting his tie and laying it over the back of a chair before unbuttoning his shirt.  “I applaud your romantic nature but,” his jacket came off, covering his tie, “in the future, you’re going to have to tell me in advance.  It took all of five minutes to discover where you were when I didn’t find you at home.”

Another knock sounded on the door and Damon’s eyes flared with fury.  Moving closer, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her relentlessly closer to him.  “Is there another man on the other side of that door, Sasha?” he asked with a very soft voice.  “Because if you came here to meet your lover, I will not take that very well.”

Sasha was terrified of this man and shook her head.  She’d never seen him angry before and this was far beyond angry!  Occasionally, he was mildly irritated but this man never lost his cool!  He was the epitome of grace under pressure.  She’d read articles about how his competitors tried hard to rattle him only to find the tables turned and they were the ones losing their tempers. 

“I…” she stammered, too afraid to speak right now. 

“Ah, I guess my pretty wife would have a boyfriend after all these years,” he said softly.  “But…” he remembered that he’d been her first lover.  So another man on the other side of that door didn’t make any sense. 

He spun around on his heel and stormed to the door, determined to solve the mystery quickly.  When he opened the door, fully prepared to bash another man’s face in, he only found a young waiter with a goofy smile, ready to push a room service cart into the room.  “Dinner is ready, sir,” he said very solicitously.

Damon stepped back, looking down at the dinner.  There was only one meal on the rolling cart.  One plate, one covered dish and one glass for the wine.  “You’ll need to double this order,” he told the waiter as he signed the check, giving the man an extra-large tip.  “And speed up the delivery.”  He snapped the leather holder closed.  “Bring a bottle of amaretto as well.  Quickly.”  He remembered his wife’s preference and discovering that she didn’t have a lover ready to step into the room made him a very generous man. 

When the door closed once more, he turned around and realized that his wife was now furious with him. 

“How dare you do that to me!” she practically yelled at him as she came away from the corner of the room with a vengeance.  “I am not the one who goes out and has a woman at every harbor!  I’m not the one who flaunts mistresses all over the Internet tabloids!”  She was so angry that she was trembling with reaction.  “Don’t you ever accuse me of being unfaithful, Damon!  You don’t have the moral standing to ever judge me!”

Damon wasn’t going to take that.  Not from a slip of a woman that was about half his size and with those gorgeous, soft lips that he wanted to kiss. 

“Ah, my little love.  We have so much to learn about each other, don’t we?” and he lifted her into his arms, ignoring her struggles as he carried her over to the bed.  Dumping her into the center, he watched with amusement and increasing excitement as she sat up on the bed, glaring at him. 

“Don’t you dare!” she snapped.  “We’re through!”

He chuckled and shook his head as he slipped his shirt off of his shoulders.  “No, my pretty wife.  We’re just getting started.”  And with that, he grabbed her before she could get to the other side of the bed.  Using his weight, he trapped her underneath him.  He kissed her arms even while his hands quickly got rid of the hideous dress.  “We’re going to have to shred this thing,” he said as he tossed it off of the bed.  “But I don’t mind taking you to Paris so that I can dress you in more enticing clothes.  It will be my pleasure.”  Her bra and underwear where mere flutters as they drifted to the floor on top of her dress. 

“Stop it!” she gasped when his mouth captured a pert nipple.  “You can’t…” she gasped again but this time because he’d nibbled on that sensitive peak, causing her to groan and shift so that he had better access.  “Damon!” she screamed when he lifted his head.  But it was only to move to the other breast and she arched into his mouth. 

And when he entered her this time, she was only screaming because he was moving too slowly.  She wanted it fast!  She wanted to reach that peak of fulfillment that only he could give her.  Goodness, he was going too slowly! 

But as she looked up into his eyes, her mouth open as she moved right along with his thrusts, he gave her what she wanted.  He was a master, after all.  And only moments later, she was screaming out as he brought her to her first climax, following quickly behind her.

The morning sunshine was streaming through the pretty picture window of their hotel room but it didn’t soothe Sasha the way it had last night when she’d first walked into this room.  Nothing could soothe her!  Not after last night and the way he’d…well, she wanted to scream but her throat was actually scratchy already from all of the screaming she’d done last night in his arms.  The man really knew his way around the female body, she thought with resentment. 

Damon chuckled as Sasha paced back and forth across the room.  “You look like you have a great deal to talk about,” Damon commented as he sipped morning coffee. 

Sasha turned to glare at him.  “I don’t want to be your wife.”

He chuckled.  “I believe we’ve already established that.  But there will be benefits.”  His eyes moved up and down her figure clad in the hotel’s terrycloth robe.  “Some of which you’ve already discovered.”

She ignored the tightening that urged her to move back to the bed and discover more of those benefits.  But she had to be strong.  She couldn’t lose herself in him. Not this time. 

“Here are my conditions, and they are non-negotiable,” she told him, refusing to let her eyes wander lower.  The sheet was barely covering the lower half of his body and, with her peripheral vision, she could see that he was ready for another round in that big, comfortable bed. 

“Please continue,” Damon urged, stuffing another pillow behind his back.  “I’m eager to hear all of these ‘non-negotiable’ conditions you are going to place on our marriage.”

She ignored the sarcasm and crossed her arms.  “First of all, you must be faithful.”  She stopped there, waiting for him to argue with her.  He couldn’t do it so she knew that he would dismiss the demand right out of the gate. 

Damon shrugged.  “Of course,” he replied.  “That goes without saying.”

She shook her head.  “You don’t understand, Damon.  You’re blackmailing me into this marriage so I’m not fooling around.  The first time you cheat, I’m gone.  And I will not come back to you.”

“Fine,” he confirmed once again, amused by her need to clarify that initial condition.  He didn’t anticipate the need for another mistress.  His wife was more fascinating than any woman he’d ever encountered and he was eager to learn more about her.  “Come back to bed and let’s continue with this marriage,” he urged.

She stepped backwards.  “There’s more.”

Damon sighed and relaxed back against the pillows.  “Then spell it all out, Sasha.  Let’s get it out so we can move on.”

Sasha was irritated that he was being so blasé about this conversation, but she persevered.  “After the divorce, you won’t hurt any of the villagers.  In fact, you will continue to help them grow their businesses.”  She waited for him to argue with her about that one but he only nodded his head. 

She brought up the last point, nervous about this one because it would bring her into contact with him more often.  And it would test her.  More than anything else, this condition would show her whether she was going to sink or swim in the investing world.  “You have to teach me how you invest,” she announced.

Damon’s eyebrows shot up with that condition.  “You want me to teach you?”

Sasha nodded her head.  “You’re brilliant,” she admitted.  That was obvious since he’d not only recovered his family’s empire in such a short time but had increased it exponentially.  There was no harm in admitting the truth in that direction.  “I want you to teach me what you do, how you think.  I want to learn and,” she hesitated, looking down at her feet poking out of the terry cloth robe, “and I should do it from the best.”  There!  She’d said it.  There was no shame in admitting that he was a brilliant businessman.  “You’re a horrible husband, but no one can touch you when it comes to the business world.  So I want you to teach me what you know.  I also know that you do so much more than investing and I can’t even fathom the depths of your business empire, but I only want to understand the investing world.  I like it.  I’ve done well enough so far, but I want to do better.”

Damon watched her carefully and noted the way she was clenching her hands together tightly.  So his little wife wanted to learn the world of investing, eh?  Interesting.  And he could think of a lot of things that he’d like to teach her. 

He stood up, absorbing her gasp as she took in his nakedness as well as his fully erect reaction to her conditions.  He admitted it.  He liked this new Sasha.  She was strong and direct and yet, still shy despite her body’s responses to him. 

Standing directly in front of her, he looked down into her soft, brown eyes.  “What happens if you get pregnant?” he asked softly, his hand reaching out and touching her soft hair. 

She pulled back but he was undeterred.  “I’m not going to get pregnant, Damon.  That’s out of the question.”

He chuckled because they’d been having unprotected sex ever since his return.  “And how are you going to stop that occurrence?” he asked. 

Sasha looked up at him and it suddenly occurred to her that he hadn’t been using any protection!  “You bastard!” she hissed. 

He shook his head.  “Oh no, my lovely wife.  You can’t blame me.  I was quite clear about my intentions from the moment I walked through the door.  I want you as my wife.  In my mind, that means starting a family, being together.”

“And you’re purposely going to try and get me pregnant!  Well it won’t work!  If you go to one of your mistresses, I’m gone!”

He moved so that he was behind her.  “Ah, but you’re not going to let me stray, are you?”  His hands gently pulled at her robe, trying to slide it down her arms but she grabbed onto the lapels, stopping him.  So he took a different route, lifting the hem of the robe higher. 

“I don’t care if you stray,” she came back but already her voice was less assertive.  Too breathy, she thought and cleared her throat, trying to get back to that strong voice. 

He chuckled again.  “Yes you do.  You’d care very much, my jealous wife.  And I can understand that.”  His teeth nipped at her ear then moved down to her neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of fire along the way.  “Because I know how I would feel if you were to be with another man.”  His hands reached her bare bottom, skimming along the sensitive skin.  “I am going to do everything I can to keep you satisfied.  So we can share in that endeavor, right?”

“Yes,” she sighed but it might have been because his fingers were sliding into that secret place, making her body quiver with delight. 

“Put your hands on the bed,” he commanded even while his fingers continued to tease her sensitive flesh. 

Sasha didn’t understand.  “Why?” she begged, her hips moving, trying to get his fingers to… “Yes!” she cried out when they touched that sensitive place!  “Oh yes!  Please Damon!” she begged.

“Put your hands on the bed now, Sasha,” he commanded again.

She followed his instructions this time, blindly reaching out for the bed and her fingers curled into the bed covers while her body clenched around his fingers. 

She cried out when his fingers left but a moment later, he was holding her hips while that other part of him, the more fascinating part of him pressed deeper into her core.  “Oh yes!”

Damon showed her how to move, how to enjoy this newest position.  And it didn’t take long before his sexy wife was splintering into a screaming climax.  Because she felt so incredibly perfect, he quickly followed, feeling that tightness explode.  He held onto her hips while the waves of pleasure surged through him.  And when it was all over, he gathered her close, holding her in his arms as they both fell onto the bed, exhausted and sated for the moment. 

Sasha felt his hands glide down her waist and hip, tried very hard not to react.  She’d given him too much, she thought.  She’d given in to his demands and now he’d conquered her body.  She couldn’t fight him sexually and he knew it.  She wiped the tears that slipped out from her eyes and tried to come to terms with how weak she was.  Of all the men in the world she should have been able to resist, why did he have this kind of power over her?  It didn’t make any sense! 

“Hey,” Damon said, noticing the tears.  “What’s wrong?” he asked. 

Sasha shook her head and tried to get out of the bed.  She wanted a shower and a change of clothes but she hadn’t brought a bag with her.  She was going to have to wear that ugly dress again.  That hated dress! 

“I need a shower,” she told him when he stopped her. 

“Why are you crying?” he asked again.

She shook her head.  “Shower,” she repeated and slipped out from under his arm. 

Damon watched her walk away from him, astounded by how perfect she looked.  She bent down and picked the robe up off of the floor, slipping her arms in and then covering her body.  She didn’t look at him either, which irritated him.  He was used to women who doted on him, on his pleasure.  He always ensured that they were pleasured as well, but it irked him that his wife was not acting in the same manner.

He supposed that he had a lot of work to do to prove to her that their marriage could work.  And that he would be faithful to her.  But if the last forty-eight hours was anything to go by, he suspected that he was going to be too busy in his wife’s bed to even consider looking at another woman.