Greek Mavericks: At The Greek's Pleasure. Maisey Yates

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      He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and she shuddered. Then he kissed her again, gratified to feel her tremble beneath his lips as he moved closer and closer to the heart of her desire.

      “I am desperate to taste you,” he said.

      She bit her lip, closing her eyes and turning away as he flicked his tongue where she most wanted it. “Apollo,” she said, “you don’t have to...”

      He planted his palms firmly on the soft globes of her ass, pulling her more firmly up against his mouth, tasting her deeply in response to her protest. She wiggled beneath him, and he wasn’t certain if she was trying to get away, or if she was trying to move herself closer.

      Either way, he didn’t care. Either way, he was going to get what he wanted.

      He brought his hands into play, stroking her with his fingers, thrusting one deep inside of her, reveling in how slick, how ready she was for him.

      She was sweet, like dessert. A flavor he had never realized he craved until he had her on his tongue. And now, he knew that this was the thing he had been missing. This was what he had craved all this time.

      He stroked her deeply, adding a second finger to the first. And she shattered beneath him, her internal muscles tight around him as she shuddered out her release.

      “Oh, Apollo,” she said, leaving no doubt that she knew exactly who she was with. Leaving no doubt that she wanted him. No one else but him.

      “Are you ready for me, agape?”

      She didn’t speak, she only nodded.

      He freed himself quickly from his slacks, not bothering to undo the buttons on his shirt, not bothering to move his hands any lower than his hips. And he thrust inside of her, the breath hissing through his teeth as she closed around him.

      Yes, restraint was for other men. For better men.

      He was going to conquer. Conquer his desire, his rage.

      He would seize what he wanted. The only question was why he hadn’t done it sooner.

      He brought his hips against hers, his pelvis coming into contact with her clitoris every time he thrust deep inside of her warm, willing body. And he was lost, lost in this, in her. In Elle. And he didn’t give a damn that they were in an elevator, he didn’t care that he was using her. Nothing mattered but this.

      He gave himself over to it completely, lost himself in the rhythm of her body, the slow, slick glide of their flesh, the soft, sweet sounds she made. The words that poured from her lips, hoarse whispers begging him to continue. To take her harder, faster, just please, please.

      Inside, he was begging himself to hold off on finding his pleasure. He didn’t want to go over the edge without taking her with him.

      He wanted to do more than that. He wanted her screaming. He wanted her just as lost, just as obsessed as he was. Just as desperate to burn out the flame before it consumed his entire being. Utterly. Irrevocably.

      He refused to be alone in this, in this destructive obsession. He would destroy her along with him.

      That thought crystallized, clear and sudden in his mind as his release washed over him in an uncontrollable, endless wave. And then beneath him, she arched her back, crying out her own pleasure, her fingernails digging into his back, even through the fabric of his shirt. And he relished the slight bite of pain that came with the unending onslaught of pleasure. It was the only thing rooting him to the earth. The only thing keeping even part of himself under control.

      And as she shuddered out her release beneath him, as he skinned his hands over her bare skin, he realized exactly what he would do.

      He would have her until he was through with her. Would build her up as the public face of the company. And when the time was right, he would drop the blade on the guillotine.

      He would remove her from her position as CEO, and with that final move, remove the St. James family from his life. Close the chapter forever.

      He would not simply burn out their desire, he would destroy her along with it.

      He leaned forward, brushing his lips against hers. “Now there, agape, I’m not so bad, am I?”

       CHAPTER FOUR

      ELLE HAD OPTED to keep her mouth shut from the time she had slowly collected her clothing off the floor of the elevator. She stayed silent as Apollo’s driver took them to her apartment and all while she packed her bags, with Apollo looming in the corner of her apartment, until they made their trek to the airport and boarded his private jet.

      She attempted to keep the awestruck expression off her face as she gazed around the aircraft. She knew that he was rich. She just hadn’t quite realized that he was private jet rich. She had been raised in very fortunate circumstances but, even so, her father didn’t own his own plane.

      Well, he certainly wouldn’t now even if he had before. Because of Apollo. And it would do well for her to remember that.

      The problem was she did remember. While they had made love or...whatever it was you called what the two of them had done, she was aware of who he was. How much he had done to destroy her family’s legacy.

      Still she wanted him.

      She felt... She felt completely and totally frazzled. Somehow, she had ended up kissing Apollo again. And the moment they touched, it didn’t stop there. It never stopped there. It couldn’t.

      Apparently.

      “Do you approve?” he asked, sinking into the plush leather chair next to one of the windows that looked out on the tarmac. “Or am I to take that expression to mean you are terrified of your surroundings? It’s very difficult to say.”

      “I like the plane. I’m a little bit afraid of being alone at thirty thousand feet with you.”

      “Afraid you’ll join the mile high club?”

      Dammit, yes. “I think we can both agree that whatever has been going on between us is not a good idea.”

      “It’s a terrible idea. Take your seat so that we can ready for takeoff.”

      She looked around, elected to sit in the chair farthest from his. “For the record, I still hate you.”

      “Oh, I’m well aware,” he said. “I think that was what you screamed in my ear only a few hours ago. Oh, no, I think what you actually screamed was ‘more’ and ‘harder.’”

      “It isn’t like you weren’t complicit.”

      “Complicit. Explicit.”

      “What exactly is your goal here, Apollo?” she asked. She didn’t trust him. Not one bit. She was not in a position to refuse his command that she fly with him to Greece. Neither did she entirely trust his explanation.

      “That depends,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his body all leashed power and tension. СКАЧАТЬ