Page 39 of In Love with a Cruel Billionaire

“Careful with your tone, Leventis. I can easily order you off my yacht.”

Realizing in a panic that the two were close to coming to blows, she protested, “Stop!” Their gazes swung back to her, barely suppressed rage evident in their tense forms.

Swallowing, she looked at Ioniko first. “I’m so sorry I got you involved in this.”

Ioniko breathed hard at the words. “And I am sorry that you are choosing this bastard over me.” She started to speak, but he shook his head. “You did nothing wrong – and it is not over between us. Don’t think I’m giving you up. I am simply respecting your decision – for now. But know this, Mairi - he does not deserve you.”

“And you do?” Damen asked coldly.

“At least I do not lie about being unattached.” Ioniko smiled mirthlessly. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I think it is best that I leave the two of you to work out your differences.”

The door swung shut behind Ioniko’s back silently, leaving Mairi and Damen staring at each other.

Everything she had ruthlessly buried in the deepest recesses of her memories suddenly came back in a rush, and she nearly fainted at the way her heart was close to bursting with happiness. Damen Leventis wanted her in his life. Her Greek billionaire had missed her, had not been able to stop thinking about her – had chosenher.

Chapter 13

To catch a Greek billionaire, you must be prepared to be hurt.

He said: That makes you sound like a masochist.

She said: Good thing you’re very much a sadist. We’re the perfect pair.

(He said: Note to editor – make sure this book is rated for mature readers. I do not want my daughter to read this and start having ideas.)

“Please don’t tell me we ran out of gas.” Mairi was the first one to break the silence that had developed between her and Damen the moment they were aboard his sailboat, which he had anchored next to Ioniko’s yacht.

She had been terribly impressed to see Damen in action behind the steering wheel, but now, with the winds dying down and the engine suddenly shutting down in the middle of the Mediterranean, Mairi was starting to feel faint. She had watched a lot of movies that took place in marooned and lost ships and none of them had happy endings.

“Damen?”

He shook his head. “I simply ran out of patience. I’m too hungry for you.” He extended his hand.

Her eyes widened. “Now?”

Damen’s face became shuttered. “Does it feel too soon?”

“I...no...”

“Did you perhaps forget about my touch and how it felt to be in my arms after spending time with Vlahos?”

Before she could answer, Damen had her trapped between his body and the wall. “Damen—-”

The rest of what she wanted to say was swallowed by his hard and possessive kiss. All her emotional defenses were shattered by that kiss, the heat and passion that she could only feel in Damen’s arms coming back to her with a vengeance.

With a little cry, she curled her arms around his neck and surrendered herself to Damen’s kiss, her tongue moving as insistently as his, needing more of his taste, wanting more of his dominance.

“Did he make you feel like this when he kissed you?” Damen growled against her lips, jealousy driving him crazy. Mairi was his but he still had this insane urge to storm back into Vlahos’ yacht and beat the other man for even thinking about Mairi.

She shook her head, whispering, “Weneverkissed.”

He looked at her intensely. “You do not have to lie.”

She said with a tremulous smile, “I’m not. I couldn’t even think of kissing another man but you—-”

“Mairi.” It was all he could groan before he was kissing her again. He knew her words were true and it blew him away, the way she really did seem to want him and only him even though she could have another man – another fucking billionaire – to take care of her.

“I need to have you now, Mairi.”

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