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dress shifted, exposing a nipple, attracting his attention. My ears were ringing while my heart accelerated at the sight of Dimitris, knowing that if he touched me, I was done for.
    He swore something in Greek before lowering his head to capture it, letting his tongue tease the pebbled form. Encouragingly, I arched my back, letting him have his fill, moaning while his other hand started to push the other cup to the side, exposing my other breast.
    It was a maddening case to want a man and yet hate him all at the same. Maybe that’s why it was exciting. Maybe that’s why I couldn’t stop him even if I knew I should. Dimitris felt too good to resist. My body didn’t lie. It had missed the Greek’s touch.
    With my eyes shut, I barely noticed when he hoisted me up, making me straddle him; his lips, tongue and teeth glued to my breasts while my hands raked his hair, pushing his head against it, slowly rocking my hips against his rigid length as it pressed against my crevice. “Dimi…” I trailed off, lost to the world; not even caring that though the windows were tinted and a separator existed between the driver and us, he could still feel the rocking motion I was making.
    “More,” I demanded, unabashed by my very aroused state.
    I was bewildered when Dimitris let go of my breasts, looking around, noting that the car was slowing down. Quickly, he fixed my dress before looking at me, with something close to confusion written across his face. Although, I couldn’t pin down exactly why at that hazy moment. “We’re almost there,” he murmured before I slowly slid off his lap, missing the hard heat of him already.
    “What do you want to do about what just happened?” he asked, reaching out for my hand before kissing it and linking it with his.
    Weren’t we just having fun? Why was he getting all serious about it? “Nothing. Why?”
    “Nothing. Nothing really comes to mind,” he said, before kissing my hand and delivering it to my thigh, leaving it there.
    I glanced at him, giving him a tight smile before looking away.
    “Did you call your boyfriend yet? Let him know that you arrived safe?” he asked before I saw the villa come into view, making my stomach drop and turn into knots.
    He knew Brody’s name and yet he never used it. Nonetheless, it irritated me on certain levels. “Yes, I did make a quick call.”
    “What an amazing girlfriend you are; thoughtful, loyal … honest ,” he angrily gritted out.
    “You’re one to throw accusations. You were with me all the way a few minutes ago. You wanted it just as much as I did. If you’re feeling guilty about Claudine, then that’s your problem,” I finished before the car came to a full stop.
    Dimitris moved to open the door, halting halfway before he darted me a cutting look. “I wasn’t referring to Claudine. I was referring to you, my biggest mistake in life—marrying you when I shouldn’t have because my heart was following a deceptive path, but not any longer. I see you for what you are,” he coldly said, opening the door to let us out.
    His words hurt. I wanted to explain myself, at least make him understand, but I knew it was too late to even do that. Deep down, Dimitris hated me, just as I despised him. I guess, on that score, we’re finally meeting eye to eye.
    A butler greeted us, leading us towards the salon where everyone was apparently enjoying an aperitif before dinner was served. I was expecting a formal, stuck-up, pompous type of family, but much to my shock, I found an informal atmosphere. Boisterous laughter was shared between an old man and a middle-aged man, who I’m guessing were the grandfather and Dimitris’s father. It didn’t take much since, the men sort of looked the same; the signs of aging were the only thing that separated them. They shared the same facial structure, skin coloring and those same glow-in-the-dark eyes. Intimidating didn’t cut it for me.
    “Kalispéra. This is Lindsey Mason, a friend of Emma and Bass.