Insatiable

Chapter 1

I couldn't do anything. I watched in agony as the innocent man was beaten mercilessly to a pulp. I closed my eyes at his bloodied face, I couldn't bring myself to watch. I was afraid if I watched, the painful cries and the tortured face of the man would haunt me forever, until it consumed me into the depths of insanity. In other words I was a coward.

"Take this as a warning, next time I won't be so merciful." Demetrius' cold voice warned when his men had finished with the helpless man. He nodded quickly and staggered away. I remained silent like an obedient wife.

"We are finished here." Demetrius announced and he pushed me into the car, almost tripping me over at the abrupt shove.

He slammed the door shut after him and I flinched as the loud sound echoed through the Aston Martin we were in. "Drive." He ordered and soon we were off.

Throughout the drive he was silent, his mouth turned into a snarl and I could see the whiteness of his knuckles as he held the car seat in a death grip. I kept my head down, not once daring to look up - not even at the familiar sound of gun shots being fired.

When we reached home I internally screamed, I didn't want to be home, I wasn't ready - I wasn't ready for the wrath of Demetrius Mavros that was sure to befall me.

"Get out." He ordered when I remained in my seat, I couldn't move, I was frozen - frozen in fear.

"Sophia σε προειδοποιώ! (I am warning you!) Get out of this damn car now before I drag you out." He roared and I moved even further away from him, if I got out now I would be digging my own grave.

"You want it the hard way, fine!" He opened the car door on my side and forcefully dragged me out, his arms wrapped securely around my waist and I was taken inside the house, my heels digging into the ground as he continued to drag me like a rag doll.

Demetrius' arms suddenly detached themselves from my waist and I was sent crashing to the floor. I rubbed my sore buttock and got up only to come face to face with a livid Greek tycoon.

"What have I told you about your choice of clothes?" Demetrius calmly asked but I knew better, only a fool wouldn't be able to feel the anger radiating from his solid chest.

"No shirts that show cleavage or skirts that go above my knees." I stood stiff and straight and answered like a soldier.

"Good, so can you tell me why that ingrate was looking at you with so much lust in his eyes Sophia?" Demetrius' steel eyes met mine.

"It's not my fault." I murmured and it was true, I was wearing a button down blouse and a long skirt, hardly anything to look at.

"Oh but my dear Sophia it is." He held my hips and brought me closer until our bodies were inches apart. "It's your fault for being so beautiful, so seductive, so alluring." Demetrius whispered as he nuzzled my neck, sending a shiver of delight throughout my body.

"Maybe I should make you wear a box stating property of Demetrius Mavros." Knowing him I wouldn't be surprised if he did.

"You are mine Sophia and no other man should look at you but me." He trailed kisses down my neck and to the swell of my breasts, he hurriedly unbuttoned the first few buttons of my blouse to gain more access.

"Who do you belong to?" Demetrius walked closer towards me until my back hit the wall, I was trapped and it made me wet at all the things he could do to me.

"You." I gasped as he suddenly slipped his hand into my soaking panties and rubbed my throbbing heat.

"And don't you forget it." His hot breath fanned against my ear increasing the blissful pleasure I was already feeling. Without warning Demetrius roughly pulled my face towards his and kissed me with a fierceness that only Demetrius Mavros possessed. My response was instantaneous, I looped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. His tongue plunged into my mouth and mingled with mine, the familiar taste of coconuts swarmed my taste buds. I was suddenly scooped into his arms and carried upstairs to our bedroom.