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SHE WAS SO glad to be out of the restaurant and moving, even if she didn’t know where they were going. She let Damen walk in front of her, and she followed, not wanting to talk to him, wishing she could escape him, but that was unlikely since she didn’t know where they were and hadn’t brought any money with her, either.

A car was waiting at the foot of the cobblestone street, and it turned out the car was waiting for them. Damen opened the door for her and climbed in next to her.

As the car traveled away from town, she stared out the window, eyes prickling and burning. Despite the fact that it wasn’t an overly warm day, she felt hot and flustered...furious, actually. She’d always thought her father was unkind and self-centered, but at the moment Damen made her father look like a jovial Santa Claus.

She was still seething when Damen pointed out a glimmering path in the distance. “The Byzantine Road,” he said. “If we had more time, we could walk it. It’s a marble path that connects the villages of Prodromos and Lefkes.”

“What are we doing instead?” she asked.

“We’re heading to Parikia, the island’s capital. There are several really interesting places I thought you might enjoy, including a cathedral, a thirteenth-century Venetian castle, the Archaeological Museum Parou and an ancient cemetery, which has always drawn me. Not sure why.”

It all sounded fascinating and Kassiani focused on the adventures ahead, and it was only later when they were ending their day with the glass of ouzo in a beachfront taverna, she realized that the way he’d described the attractions—a cathedral, a castle and cemetery—all sounded rather grand, but nothing in Parikia was grand at all. Even the museum was quite small. But the sites were interesting and she enjoyed visiting places that weren’t teeming with tourists. The cemetery grounds were a bit overgrown, but the tombs and marble headstones were a testament to the antiquity of the cemetery.

As they sat with their glass of ouzo in the taverna, her gaze swept the little town with the cobblestone streets and gleaming white buildings with colorful blue painted doors and shutters. “It’s a charming little town, but I think I’d go mad here,” she said, turning back to Damen. “I’m afraid I’ve lived in a city too long. I wouldn’t know what to do here.”

“What did you do at home?”

“Visit museums. Go to the library. Walk along the waterfront. Read in Golden Gate Park.”

“Who did you do those things with?”

“Myself.”

“I’m sure you had friends.”

“Not really.”

“Why not?”

“Like you, I enjoy my own company. I don’t need constant attention.”

“But you were upset that I gave you space yesterday.”

“A little reassurance after our wedding night would have been nice, but there’s no point in rehashing that, is there?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he said tersely. “But I do think—” He broke off, shook his head. “I don’t want to argue.”

She didn’t want to argue, either, and yet she did wish to understand him. “Is it arguing if we are trying to clarify things?”

He reached out and captured her chin, turning her face to his. “Arguing is conflict. I don’t do conflict.”

She could feel the heat of each of his fingers against her jaw, and his voice had dropped, and his deep, husky tone sent a strangely delicious shiver up and down her back. “Because you’re a traditional Greek man, or you just have an overwhelming need to dominate?”

“Just an FYI, kitten, you are neither obedient nor convenient.”

His voice had grown even huskier, which sent a frisson of pleasure through her. “I’m sorry I can’t please you.”

His silver gaze warmed. “Perhaps you need to try a little harder.”

“Perhaps you need to work with me a little more,” she flashed. “Perhaps training a new wife takes more time than you anticipated.”

“Is that where this has gone all wrong? I’ve failed to train you?”

There was a smoky promise in his words that made her heart thump and her insides melt. She pressed her knees together, excited. “You have deck crew, and a captain and an engineer. You have a chief officer, and a second officer and a third officer. A chase boat captain. An officer on watch. Bosun, security officers, purser, chief steward, a second steward, housekeeper, chefs, cooks, laundry and spa therapists—”

“I’m fully aware of all the staff I employ,” he interrupted drily.

“But you haven’t hired anyone to train me,” she concluded. “Which means you either need to bring someone on board to teach me how to be a proper wife, or you’ll have to do it yourself—”

He dropped his head, his mouth covering hers, silencing the stream of words, and when he lifted his head again, his gray eyes glittered and dark color stained his cheekbones. “It seems it’s time to continue your training. We’ll return to the ship now.”

* * *

The speedboat was there in pretty Parikia Harbor as was the yacht, as they’d both traveled around the island to pick them up.

Kassiani tried to ignore her rapidly thudding pulse as they approached the yacht but Damen’s words echoed in her head.

Time to continue your training.

“Am I in trouble?” she asked breathlessly as they boarded the yacht and Damen took her hand and led her up the flights of stairs to the master bedroom.

“Do you want to be in trouble?”

“I am a little nervous,” she confessed.

He pinned her against the bedroom door. “Good.” And then he kissed her again, a hot, demanding kiss that made her legs tremble and her heart race. He was, without a doubt, the most exciting thing that had ever happened in her life. By the time he lifted his head, hers was spinning and her heart was racing and it felt like she had honey wine in her veins.

“When we go inside, you’re going to listen to me,” he said. “You’re not going to argue. You’re going to do exactly what I tell you.”

“Because it turns you on?”

“Yes.” His lips brushed her cheekbone, and then near her ear. “And I think it turns you on, too.” And then he reached down and twisted the doorknob, the bedroom door opening so abruptly she nearly fell into the room. He caught her by the elbow, righting her and steering her into the bedroom before closing the door hard behind them, and then locking it.

Her pulse hammered as he locked the door, and then the air left her lungs when he quietly commanded, “Take off your dress. I want to look at you.”

Heat flooded her, and she could feel herself turning pink, the blood rushing from her chest, up her neck to burn her cheeks, but she headed to the windows to draw the curtains.

“What are you doing?” he ground out.

“Closing the curtains.”

“Why?”

“Because someone might see.”

He barked a laugh, the sound low and so husky that it sent a thrilling ripple through her. “Like me?”

“Perhaps,” she answered, her voice quavering. Her voice wasn’t the only thing shaking. She was trembling, but she wasn’t afraid. No, she was aroused and she felt hot and wet and completely needy, but this was all still new to her and she couldn’t help feeling timid and uncertain.

“You weren’t shy the other night. Why be shy now?”

“It was night. The room was dark.”

“All the better to see you clearly now.”

Some of the warmth inside her faded. Air bottled in her chest. She struggled to keep her emotions in check. “I’m not Elexis.”

“No? What a surprise.”

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. Take your dress off, Petra Kassiani. Your husband grows impatient.”

Her eyes burned. Her throat threatened to seal closed. He would see just how plump she was. He’d be impossibly turned off. But collapsing into tears wouldn’t help, nor would they protect her from his scorn. Maybe it was better to get this over with. Let him see just who and what he’d married. Summoning her courage, she reached down, gathered the skirt of her sundress in her hands and lifted it up, drawing the dress up over her head before dropping it on the floor next to her.

She stood in her navy lace bra and panties, the bra straps not dainty, because her breasts weren’t dainty. At least the matching navy lace panties weren’t large. They were cut low on the hip with high legs that tried to make the most of the figure she had.

She kept her head up as he studied her pale form in the sunlight. It was all she could do not to cover herself. Kassiani knew she had too many curves and not enough flat-toned places. Exercise did little to change her shape, too. But she wouldn’t cower, and she wouldn’t let him know how painful this was for her.

She needed their relationship to be successful. Yes, she’d come into an inheritance when she married Damen, her father’s late sister having set up a trust fund for Kassiani when she was a young girl because Kassiani had reminded her aunt Calista so much of herself as a girl. And Aunt Calista had not had a happy life.

Aunt Calista had never married, and had lived trapped with her own family as a single woman, and she hadn’t wanted that future for Kassiani, and so she’d created a trust for Kass, ensuring she’d inherit money at twenty-five, or when she married, so that she’d always have options and not be dependent on her family.

But her aunt Calista didn’t understand that Kass wanted to be married, because she wanted children. She hadn’t married Damen so that she could leave him and live off her trust fund. She’d married Damen to be a wife and mother, and maybe she didn’t know how to be a traditional Greek wife, but she could be a good wife. She was determined to be what Damen needed. After twenty-three years of being shunned and invisible, she was ready to be seen.

“You are beautiful,” Damen said abruptly, his deep, rough voice breaking the silence.

“I’m not—”

“You are. If you weren’t, I wouldn’t say it.” He dropped onto the bed, and leaned back, watching her from beneath heavy lids. “Take off your bra.”

Heat rushed through her, making her skin prickle, and her breasts tighten and peak. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra, peeling it off before discarding it on the floor on top of her dress.

“Now your panties,” he directed.

“You’re not making this very comfortable,” she flashed.

“Good. That makes it even more stimulating.”

“Why do you like dominating?” she asked, stepping out of her panties.

“Why do you like being dominated?”

“I don’t.”

“I think you do, and here is why. You’re smart. You’re smarter than anyone else in your family. They are all predictable. Your life has been predictable. It’s unpredictable now, and you and your interesting brain like that.”

She couldn’t argue with that, and his insight astounded her. “Do you say this to all your women?”

“No. You’re nothing like the women I’ve had in my life. You’re like nothing I’ve ever known.”

“Is that bad?”

“No. It’s good. Now touch yourself,” he interrupted. “Play with your nipples.”

She stiffened, flushing. Her hands wrapped around her middle. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“That’s just...weird. Awkward.”

“But doesn’t it feel good?”

“My breasts are awful. They are so big—”

“They’re perfect. But as it makes you nervous being the only one naked, I’ll disrobe, too, which should level the playing field slightly.” He rose and removed his clothing.

Shirt, pants, snug briefs off, one after the other.

She gulped as his thick erection sprang free. He was big, and the head of his shaft was equally thick and round. He reached down and stroked the length of him, his palm giving extra attention to the smooth head.

She remembered him in her mouth, and remembered how he’d filled her, and how incredibly good it had felt when he’d thrust in and out, finding sensitive spots within her that she hadn’t even known about.

“Now touch yourself,” he said, sitting back down on the bed, his powerful thighs parted, his hand still on his erection.

He was bronze all over. He had no tan lines. Her mouth dried and she felt a wobble in her legs.

“Surely you, brilliant young thing, can follow a few basic instructions,” he said, and yet his tone wasn’t harsh, more amused than anything.

Her cheeks heated. She exhaled hard, her nipples tightening into aching points even as she began to throb between her thighs. “I have. I’m here, and naked.”

“But you’re not touching yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“You could if you knew there were consequences for disobeying me.”

“Like?”

“Tie you up, and leave you there all day, naked—”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Or tie you up and lick you but not let you come.” He paused considering other punishments. “Would you prefer me to spank you? A sharp slap on your pretty ass and then a lovely warm rub?”

She pressed her knees together, growing wetter, feeling positively drenched. “If I touch myself now, will you do what we did the other night? I loved that. I loved being close to you. I’m too far away right now.”

“You should be proud of your body. It’s beautiful.”

“It’s thick—”

“Why do women assume men want to take scrawny bony sticks to bed? I think you have an astonishing figure.”

“You really do?”

“I’ve been hard all day. I find everything about you incredibly appealing. Maybe too appealing.”

“Is that possible?”

“Yes. I can’t get work done if I’m thinking about you and being in you and making you come.”

She dropped her head, shy, and yet also rather victorious. He’d been thinking about her? It was heady and empowering. “It’s all I thought about yesterday.”

“So my little kitten is a sex fiend.”

Her head shot up and she looked at him, but he was smiling and his expression was warm. Far warmer than she’d ever seen from him.

“Maybe,” she murmured, voice husky. “Because I do want you.”

“Enough talking, then.” He rose and crossed to where she stood, and carried her to the bed, where he half dropped her into the middle of the mattress. He moved over her, his knees parting her thighs, and then spreading them wider so that he could look down at her, and see all of her. “I do like you bare,” he growled.

Her thighs trembled as his fingertip traced her cleft and then between her soft swollen folds.

“So wet,” he said, voice dropping lower.

She closed her eyes as he dipped a finger into her and spread the moisture up over her, teasing the hooded nub. She felt her hips lift, and arch as he did it again. And then he was there at her entrance, and pushing into her, his shaft so warm, instantly making her feel hot, and impossibly connected to him.

Something happened when he was buried in her that made her want to hold on to him, and keep holding on, keeping him with her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him down, wanting to feel him against her breasts, wanting to inhale his scent, wanting his warmth all around her.

He said he was awful and didn’t feel, but that wasn’t true. He wasn’t as hard as he said he was, and clearly, he did have feelings. Damen might say he didn’t care, but actions spoke louder than words, and when he kissed her, a deep scorching kiss where his tongue took her mouth just as he took her body, he was warm and protective. All day he’d been attentive and protective, making her feel as if she truly was his.

In a strange way, she felt as if she was the one who was supposed to be here, not Elexis. Elexis would never understand him, but she could. She would. She liked puzzles and challenges, and she was good at reading not just text, but subtext. And when she and Damen were together like this, it felt rather like perfection in an imperfect world.

Together like this, she felt as if she belonged. She belonged with him. She belonged to him. For the first time in her life, she belonged somewhere.

Kassiani shattered just as Damen began to come, their bodies climaxing together, and she welcomed his last hard, driving thrust, accepting everything he had, and everything he could give her. He was home.

Moments passed, and Kassiani struggled to catch her breath, her thoughts cloudy, her body still floating.

Their wedding night had been incredibly satisfying, but the lovemaking just now, and the orgasm she’d had, was, well, life changing. She liked being with him, even when he was edgy and dangerous. No one had ever challenged her in her life. Until now.

She felt Damen shift, rolling onto his back, and he drew her against his chest. His skin was warm and slightly damp, and as she rested her cheek on his chest, she breathed him in. He smelled delicious. She inhaled the scent—man, sex and a spicy fragrance—and it crossed her mind that she needed to be careful. He was potent. She would need to guard her heart.

“How do you feel?” he asked, lightly stroking her back.

How did she feel? Amazing. Surely he knew that. She glanced up into his face, feeling rather lucky in that moment to have a husband who was famous for his shrewd business acumen and a threat in the boardroom, as well as gifted in the bedroom. “Good.”

His hand continued the slow caressing of her back. His touch made her want to purr. “I hate that your family has treated you so shabbily. It makes me want to take your father apart, limb by limb.”

She smiled crookedly, and stretched up to kiss him. “Please don’t do that, but thank you for being my protector. I’ve never had one before.”

“I’m not a hero.”

“No, you’re definitely more of a thug, but you’re handsome as heck, so it works for you.”

He laughed, softly. “You’re one surprise after another.”

“I hope that’s a good thing.”

“It is.” He kissed her back, a hand threading into her hair, and the kiss flared into something hot and bright. “I hate to go, but I need to.”

“Why do you need to go?”

“I’ve been out of touch with the office all day. I’m sure there are dozens of emails and phone calls and matters awaiting my attention.”

“Just stay a little longer. Stay and talk to me. Please?”

She could feel him tense and she stroked his chest. “There is so much I want to know about you. Tell me about your work and family, tell me about your first girlfriend, tell me—”

“That’s an awful lot to cover in five minutes.”

“Okay, then forget all that. Just answer this. Have you ever been in love?”

He hesitated. “No.”

“That wasn’t very convincing.”

He didn’t reply.

“So you have been in love,” she persisted.

Damen sat up and rolled to the side of the bed. “The less you know about me, the better. Knowing more about me would just lead to disappointment. I’m good at what I do because I’m focused and ruthless. I’ve perfected the art of not caring about others, or what they think.”

“That can be a good thing in business.”

“It’s who I am all the time. I don’t have different sides. Whether at work, or home, I’m the same. Unfeeling. Driven. Relentless.”

She considered this a moment. “I don’t think you are all that. If you were, you wouldn’t care about what I want or need, and you wouldn’t take such good care of me in bed.”

“That’s bed.”

“Or on the island today.”

“Don’t make too much of it.”

“It’s more kindness and attention than I’ve had from anyone, ever.”

Damen reached for her and rolled her onto her back, his big body angling over hers. “Don’t say such things. It makes me hate your family even more.”

She reached up to brush his thick black hair back from his brow. “Don’t hate them. Hate is such a useless emotion.”

“Hate can be powerful.”

“You don’t need hate, and you don’t need more power.”

His light gaze locked with hers and he stared intently into her eyes. “So what do I need, then, Little Miss Know-It-All?”

“Maybe just how to be happy?”

“Because you’re so happy?”

“I’m happier than I have been in a very long time.”

“Because you’re away from your family.”

“Because I’m with you.”

He made an incredulous sound and climbed off the bed. “Now you’re playing me for a fool.”

She sat up, drawing the light crisp sheet with her to cover herself. “Why can’t I like you?”

“Because we don’t have that kind of marriage. This is not a love marriage—”

“I know. And I said like, not love,” she flashed irritably as he yanked on his clothes, first his shorts and then his shirt. “And right now, you’re being ridiculous but that doesn’t mean I don’t still find you likable.”

“That is not part of our agreement.”

“I’m sorry.”

“If you’re sorry, why are you smiling?”

“Maybe because you look really handsome right now.”

He growled his frustration. “I’m not handsome right now, and I’m not likable, and we don’t have that kind of marriage, either.”

“What kind is that?”

“The kind where everybody is happy and dreams come true.” He turned and gave her a dark, tortured look. “You’re a smart woman. You of all people should know that happiness is a myth and dreams are just that. Dreams.”