She coughed delicately before mumbling in Latin.
He demanded, “What do you mean you’re a virgin?”
She cried out, “How can you speak Latin ?”
Damen stared hard at Mairi, wondering what the fuck it meant if she was indeed a virgin like she had just said she was. From thinking he had everything planned and under his control, Damen suddenly felt like he didn’t know a goddamn thing. If Mairi was a virgin, if she was not a gold digger…
Just because she was untouched did not mean she was entirely innocent , a snide voice intruded in his mind. Mairi could just be a lot smarter than most other women, biding her time and making sure she offered her virginity to the man who could offer the highest possible bid.
Mairi covered herself when Damen only continued to look at her, his gaze cold.
The hurt on her face made Damen curse silently. “I’m sorry,” he said roughly, pulling her into his arms. When Mairi remained stiff against him, Damen found himself pressing a kiss to her hair – a first for him, actually, since he did not do tender gestures as a rule.
Slowly, she relaxed against Damen. “I thought you’d be pleased I was a virgin,” she admitted, determined to be honest even though she was more than a little confused and hurt. In all the stories she had read, the Greek billionaire hero was supposed to be happy about his woman being a virgin. So why was Damen Leventis different?
Damen could not believe Mairi had said such words. It was as if she truly was admitting that she had deliberately kept herself pure, waiting until a man wealthy enough for her tastes would take it – for the right price.
Could she be that calculating?
But then – hadn’t his mother been just as calculating?
“I am pleased.” He paused and when he resumed speaking, his voice had hardened. “But it will only make me more possessive towards you, Mairi. Do you understand what that means?”
Her heart beat madly. Yes, she knew. It meant he was basically telling her he loved her, but like the Greek billionaires in her favorite stories, he just had some weird hang-up from his past he needed to get over. And when he did, he would realize he was in love with her---
The truth dawned on her.
Oh dear.
He would realize he was in love with her, just like she was just realizing now she had fallen in love with him…at first sight.
When she didn’t answer, he looked down at her and demanded, “Mairi?”
She smiled up at Damen, still a little overwhelmed at the realization that insta-love was indeed real. It shouldn’t be real. It didn’t make sense. But it had happened, just like it did in her favorite books, and it had happened to her.
His gaze narrowed. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
She swallowed.
Damen stiffened. “You know what I told you about---”
Deliberately, she swallowed again.
This time, his voice came out harsh. “Do you fucking know how you’re pushing me so close to my limits? That I’m this close to---”
Mairi cupped his face.
And then she swallowed again.
Fuck it. Fuck everything. Fuck all the sensible thoughts in his head.
In a few seconds, he had his boxers off and Mairi was on her knees, looking down at his cock, which was jutting proudly and demanding her attention.
“Have you ever done this before?”
She shook her head.
Her answer had him nearly pre-ejaculating. His voice a little hoarse now, he said, “We’ll take it slow and easy then.”
“But I want to please you.”
“You will,” he promised, and nearly jerked off the bed as she suddenly held his cock in her hands.
“I’ve read a lot about this, though,” Mairi confessed as she started to stroke him while her other hand caressed his balls.
As she became more confident with her hold, her strokes becoming bolder, fingers tightening around his cock, Damen gritted out, “I can say that you’re reading the right books.”
She couldn’t help smiling at his words.
He caught her smile, which somehow made her touch