The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) (3 page)

His eyes narrowed with her puzzle.  “What the hell am I?” he asked.

She grimaced.  “I characterize you as a very nice guest that flies through the house every few months.  And it is always very exciting, but I need to move on.  I have my degree now.  And I would like to get a job, have a life.  I’d like to get married and have children.”

Damon thought that he might just explode as her words hit him.  “You are married.  And if you want to have children, then that will happen.  You only had to ask.”  His voice was silky smooth now as he anticipated just such an event. 

Sasha couldn’t believe what he was offering and her whole body tightened with his words.  Have a baby…with Damon?  Goodness, the thrill that shot through her at the idea of his strong hands on her body, of his mouth covering hers with a kiss.  A real kiss, she thought.  She’d experienced his peck on her lips during the wedding ceremony and he’d occasionally kissed her cheek during his fly through visits.  But she’d often dreamed about what it would be like to truly be kissed by this man, to feel his mouth on hers. 

She breathed in deeply, banishing such thoughts.  “I meant with a real husband, Damon.”

He stared at her hard, daring her to deny him one more time.  “We’re married.  I’m your real husband.”

She smiled gently, trying to get through to him that she was not his wife.  Not really.  “No.  You’re the man who stood next to me during a ceremony that allowed you to maintain possession of your family home.  You’re not truly my husband.”

He had to give her that much at least.  “Well, I’m here now.  And I am ready to start a family.  No time like the present,” he said.  “Shall we?” he offered his hand. 

She pulled back, horrified at his passé voice.  “Excuse me?”

“I’m ready to have children, Sasha.  You say you want a family, well, then we’re both in agreement.”

She shook her head, scooting her chair back to make more room between them.  “We’re not having a family together!”

“You’re not having a family with anyone else, Sasha.”

Her mouth fell open and then she realized where she’d gone wrong.  Taking a deep breath, she started over.  Forcing her lips into a semblance of a smile, she squared her shoulders. 

“I guess I’ve gone about this all wrong.  I should have started off with stating that I think it is time that we file for divorce.”

Damon stared at the woman across the table, stunned by her words.  “There will be no divorce,” he stated emphatically.

She looked at him strangely.  And then it struck her and she smiled gently.  “Of course.  You’re right.” She sighed and closed her eyes. 

Damon watched as she got herself back under control.  His own temper was eased with her words, accepting his refusal.  She was his wife and he was not just ready, but eager to learn more about her.  They could start on making that family tonight.  For the first time since he’d walked through the doors earlier, he was grateful that she’d dismissed the staff. 

“Why don’t you go upstairs, Sasha?  I’ll join you after I make a few phone calls.”  He stood up and started to walk away, wanting to give her a bit of time to slip into something enticing. 

“No.”

Damon turned around, his cell phone slipping back into his pocket at the look in her eyes.  “No?”

She emphatically shook her head.  “No.  I won’t go upstairs and wait for you Damon.  I’ve been doing that for six years.  I’m done waiting for you.  I retracted my statement about the divorce only because we can more easily get an annulment and I figured you would want that instead.  But either way, I will have my freedom.  I have an education, I have my own money now and I will have a life.  A life without you, without any more waiting.”

With that, she walked towards the doors of the kitchen, determined to get away from him.  She was so hurt and insulted by his comments, by his assumption that she would simply walk upstairs and get naked for him.  How dare he ignore her for six years and then show up unexpectedly and think she would just…

She slammed the door to the guest bedroom, furious with him and with herself.  Six years!  She’d waited and hoped, worried herself sick trying to be the woman he wanted!  For six years! 

No more!

The door to the bedroom slammed open once again and she spun around, her hand moving to her throat in terror as the man himself walked into the bedroom.  His eyes were on fire and she could honestly say that she’d never been more scared in her life. 

“First of all, don’t you ever walk out on me again, Sasha.  We were discussing something and I don’t like it when you walk away.”  He waited for those words to sink in.  “Secondly, there will be no annulment.  No divorce.  You are my wife and you will remain my wife.  If you have a problem with me, then we will discuss it.”

His hand moved softly up her arm, noticing the goose bumps his touch left in their wake.  “And thirdly, you have pointed out that I have been remiss in consummating this marriage.  Rudely remiss and I will fix that error tonight.  I suggest you get ready because you will not be spending your nights alone any longer.”

Sasha could not believe what she was hearing.  But as he started to approach, his predatory manner sunk into her furious mind and she backed away.  “Stop right there, Damon!  We’re not doing this!”

Damon’s eyes raked down her feminine figure, hidden behind the dress that he’d grown to hate.  “Oh yes, my beautiful wife, we’re doing this.  You want a family, so do I.  It is the reason I am here tonight instead of waiting a few more months for Christmas.”

Her eyes widened with that declaration. “Ah! You decide that you want to acknowledge your wife so you just arrive on the doorstep and announce that we’re going to…”  She couldn’t finish that sentence, her face flaming with color. 

“Have sex?” he offered, still moving closer.  “Make love?  Are there any other gentle euphemisms that you’d like me to use for the act so that I don’t offend your delicate sensibilities?”

“Stop it!” she snapped at him, her back knocking into the bed.  Her eyes darted to the left and right, trying to find an escape.  “I don’t want this!”

“I’ll bet I can get you to the point where you want this,” he came right back. 

His confidence was more than slightly intimidating, especially since she used to want him.  Oh, goodness, how she’d lain in the bed in the master bedroom thinking about all the ways he might make love to her.  She’d curled up with pillows, pretending they were him, that she was snuggled up to this man every night instead of sleeping alone in an enormous bed. 

“I don’t want you,” she lied.

His eyes had already seen the way her breasts were peaking against the black dress, so he knew she was lying.  What he didn’t understand was why.  “I think the first order of business is to get rid of this,” he said conversationally.  A moment later, her pearl necklace was ripped from her throat, pearl beads scattered everywhere around the room and she gasped, her hand flying to her throat in shock. 

“Why did you do that?” she demanded, furious that he would be so mean and heavy handed. 

“Because my wife,” he emphasized that word again, “does not wear fake jewelry!”  His hand came up to her throat, his thumb resting on her pulse while his other fingers branded her skin with the heat of his touch.  Her own fingers grabbed his wrist, thinking to pull his hand away but her body had other ideas and there was no pull in her grip.  Just astonishment that he was touching her like this. 

“Are you trying to prove that you’re bigger and stronger than me?” she tossed out, desperate now to get away from him before she did something really humiliating, like melt into his touch and revel in how much she really did want this.  “Or are you just proving once again that you’re a bully?”

Damon felt the trembling inside of her and his touch gentled even more.  He didn’t want her scared and yelling at him.  He wanted her passionate and screaming out his name.  He looked down at her, thinking she truly was a beautiful woman.  “We’re going to make love tonight, Sasha.  Taunting me won’t help you get out of that.”

“So you’re going to rape me?” she threw that out there, praying that something would stop this. 

His smile was slow and confident, filled with male knowledge.  “Will it be rape?” he asked softly. 

Damon didn’t give her a chance to reply.  His mouth covered hers, eliminating her ability to stop him with some other cruel words.  She’d braced herself for a brutal kiss because of his anger.  But when his lips touched hers, they were very gentle.  Coaxing and teasing.  His teeth bit her lower lip, encouraging her to participate in the kiss. 

Sasha was so stunned at the touch, she wasn’t sure what to do other than simply stand there with his hand still on her neck and enjoy the sensations spreading out to every part of her body.  He was touching her lips and her neck and yet, every part of her body was singing with excitement.  The trembling was still there, she was still afraid of what was to come, but her trembling had shifted from fear to anticipation. 

Then his large, strong hand slid from her throat to the back of her head, dislodging the pins that had kept her hair in the sophisticated twist, causing it to tumble down her back.  That hand gripped her hair, gently pulling her head back so that he could deepen the kiss. 

She would hate herself in the morning, but right now, all she could do was revel in the heat that swamped her body and, yes, she melted into him when he pulled her closer. 

Sasha felt that hardness against her stomach and tried to pull back, not wanting to hurt him.  But Damon wasn’t having any of that.  His free hand moved to her waist, then slid around to her bottom, pulling her against him so that she could feel everything.  Her hands reached down, trying to push that part of him away but he wouldn’t let her. 

“Don’t do that, Sasha,” he growled into her ear, nipping at her earlobe.  “Feel all of me,” he coaxed. “Know what you do to me and enjoy your power.” 

She shook her head, he lifted his own and looked down at her, surprised at how painfully she was blushing.  And that turned him on even more.  He’d never realized what a traditional male he was, but the thought that his wife, this gorgeous woman, was truly innocent of everything male, made his body ache to show her this sensual world.  She was all his!  No other man had touched her even slightly. 

“Please Damon,” she tried one more time, but the words came out more as a plea than anything else. 

“Please what?” he asked as his hands slid the zipper down her back.  “Please make me a woman?” he offered.  With deft movements, the dress slid silently to the floor.  “Please show me what sex is all about?” His strong hands came up to tangle in her hair once more.  “Please make love to me?”

Sasha shook her head, denying everything he was offering.  Unfortunately, her body was accepting everything.  Her body curled into his hand, trembling when his thumb skimmed over her nipple, creating a hard peak in its wake. 

“Please do that again?” he suggested. 

He pulled back and Sasha couldn’t believe how erotic it was to have him look down at her as his thumb slipped back and forth over that hard nubbin.  Once, twice… “Stop!” she gasped, unable to take the pleasure any longer.  Her hand slapped over his, forcing his palm to cup her breast. 

“Turn around, Sasha,” he commanded.

She didn’t understand, nor did she move quickly enough for him.  His hands turned her around, placing hers on the bedpost.  She felt him move against her, pressing his pelvis against her bottom.  She could feel his erection and the trembling increased.  When his fingers found the clasp of her black, lace bra, she held her breath, hoping and praying that he would release the clasp but also wishing she didn’t feel that desire. 

When his fingers easily released the clasp, she moaned out loud as his hands pulled the scrap of fabric away. 

“I definitely approve of your underwear choices,” he said into her ear before nipping the sensitive shell.  “What other surprises am I going to find as I explore your body?” he asked.

She opened her mouth to reply but his fingers moved up her spine and she arched backwards, stunned that her back was so sensitive.  Where had that erogenous zone come from?  But he wasn’t done with her.  Not by a long shot! 

His hands slipped around her tiny waist and moved higher, cupping her now-naked breasts.  Whatever she'd been about to say, the words died in her throat as his hands explored her breasts, finding and experimenting with her nipples until she cried out and pressed his hands against them once more, stopping his torture. 

“Ah, my pretty little wife.  Your body was made for me, wasn’t it?”

She shook her head, trying to deny that statement but he only slid his hands down lower, exploring her stomach and she held onto his wrists, not wanting him to go lower.  He wouldn’t dare, would he?  Men didn’t do that! 

But he did dare!  And he did go lower.  Her feeble hold was no match for his superior strength and, by the time he was touching those dark, hidden curls, her knees gave out on her. 

He must have been expecting that because he caught her before she could fall to the floor.   His strong arms lifted her up and carried her into the master bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. 

“Now we finish this,” he said roughly as he laid her on the bed.  He stepped back from her and tore his own clothes off even as he stared down at his pretty wife in just a pair of black underwear and black heels.  He couldn’t believe how erotic she looked, staring up at him with awe and wonder.  And fear.  Damon didn’t like the fear.  But he’d take this slowly, he promised himself silently.  He’d show her all the wonders of the marriage bed and there would be no more talk of divorce or annulments. 

Sasha watched as her husband’s body was quickly revealed to her.  Dark skin, black hair lightly sprinkled along his chest and narrowing before disappearing into the waistband of his slacks. 

And then that line was no longer hidden!  When his hands moved to his zipper, she tried to close her eyes, tried to tell herself to get up and run out of the bedroom.  But she didn’t get up and he wouldn’t let her close her eyes.

“Look at me Sasha,” he commanded. 

She didn’t initially but he loomed over her and her eyes popped open.  “Don’t hide from me, Sasha.”

With that order, he stood up again and slipped his slacks off.  Sasha saw his male member and almost screamed as the size was revealed. 

“It’s okay,” he soothed as he climbed up onto the bed beside her.  “I won’t hurt you.”

She didn’t believe him, but he was lowering his head to her breasts.  When his mouth took in her nipple, giving it the same attention his hands and fingers had done before, she lost all sense of fear and time and anxiety.  All she knew was this aching, urgent need that was centered down low, between her legs that were now clamped shut as shame washed over her. 

“Open for me, Sasha,” he said as his mouth moved to her other nipple.  His hand moved lower, teasing the flesh of her thighs.  “I want all of you.”

She shook her head but the teasing did the trick.  His fingers knew exactly what to do and when he slipped one finger inside of her core, she arched against that hand, shocked at how wonderful it felt. 

“Ah, you’re ready for me,” he groaned. 

Damon couldn’t believe how turned on he was by his wife!  All of his mistresses had been well schooled in the art of seduction but none had gotten him this hot and bothered so quickly.  Nor had they ever created this sense of urgency, this almost overwhelming desire in him. 

Moving higher, he pressed his hips between her legs, opening her wider.  When she looked up at him, he saw the desire in her eyes and thrilled to it.  This was his wife, he realized.  His wife!  And damn, but she was beautiful! 

As he pressed himself into her, he felt her heat, her tight body surrounding him and had to grit his teeth at how amazing she felt.  She was perfect, he thought.  And then she arched into him, taking him deeper and he felt the barrier of her innocence.  Everything inside of him wished that he could absorb her pain, but he’d never been with a virgin before and he had no idea how to deal with this other than to push through it. 

“I’m sorry, love,” he whispered a moment before he pressed into her. 

Sasha felt the sting but it was nothing compared to the amazing feeling of being filled with this man.  In all of her fantasies, her dreams and thoughts, never had she ever anticipated that it would feel this perfect, this amazing, to be connected so intimately with her husband. 

Damon was trying hard not to move, to give her time to adjust to his size and invasion but it was hard when she was wiggling like that.

“Sasha, love,” he groaned, “don’t move.”

“Can’t!” she gasped, trying to shift, to ease the ache.  “Can’t stop!  Please Damon!” she begged. 

Damon looked down at her and realized that she wasn’t as hurt as he’d anticipated.  And she felt…incredible! 

Moving slowly, testing out her body’s response to any movement.  When her mouth fell open and she once again arched into his intimate caress, he breathed a sigh of relief.  She was right here with him, wanting this as much as he did. 

He moved again, watching her face, testing various ways of moving to see which way she liked it the most.  In too short a period of time, she was wrapping her legs around his waist and screaming, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as her body convulsed around his.  And only then would he release his own control. 

Trying to be gentle, but feeling the most intense shock of pleasure he’d ever experienced, he let himself go, released himself to the overwhelming surge of his own climax. 

A long time later, he lifted himself up and rolled over, taking his weight off of his slender wife.  His hand tangled in her hair as she sighed, her breath tickling his chest.  This was his wife, he thought with amazement.  Why hadn’t he discovered what an incredible woman she was before now? 

A moment later, he fell asleep with his wife curled up in his arms.