Insatiable

Demetrius Mavros, as cold and viscous as they come, they say he is the devil in an Armani suit and I would agree with them at the drop of a hat. Who is this man I speak so harshly of? Well he is my husband.Sophia Mavros, daughter of former Doctor Fabian Baros and late Maria Baros and wife of the one and only Demetrius Mavros. That's who I am or who I thought I was, now I'm not so sure, am I a wife or a puppet?Being as rich as I am you would think my life is all sunshine and rainbows, if only you knew was it was like to be married to a controlling and demanding Greek tycoon that is Demetrius Mavros.His dangerous aurora intrigued all the women in Greece, including me. I was more then shocked when Demetrius' eyes even strayed my way. He wanted me, and I was more than willing to give myself to him but what I didn't know was that my husband, Demetrius Mavros had an insatiable appetite, an insatiable appetite for me.  

Do you know what it's like? Walking day in and day out through these endless plain walls that is the Mavros residence. Well that is pretty much all I do every day. I explore the house, watering the plants, cooking or doing whatever comes to mind until Demetriuss comes home.No job or outside activity to keep me busy, my overprotective husband is worried that I could be kidnapped or fall prey to the charms of another man even though he has three male bodyguards following me everywhere I go. When I am in the comfort of my own room or when I am doing my business in the toilet - their ears are strained to hear every single sound that comes from the door. There is never anything suspicious, they just have the misfortune of hearing me pee.You would think the perks of having three bodyguards following you around everywhere is that you will at least have a few companions, someone to talk to in this empty house but no. Demetrius forbid them to utter a word

It was a race to see who would break down first. I was most definitely losing. After I kneed Demetrius, he stormed out of our bedroom angrily and has been lying on the couch ever since. I stared at his sleeping figure and gently traced down his jawline. "Why are you so perfect?" I whispered thoughtfully to myself."You tell me sweetheart." Demetrius' arrogant voice invaded my thoughts. I quickly removed my hands from his face and acted as if I had been playing with the strands of my hair."Your awake." I murmured, partly to hide my squeaky voice."Yes, can't say I had the best of sleeps though." He grunted as he stretched his aching body.I scoffed at his lame attempt to guilt trip me. "I just came here to ask if you would take your stuff out of our room and move it to the guest room."Demetrius barely flinched at my harsh tone as he slowly walked towards me. "Is that really what you want?" He stare

I laid down comfortably on beach chair and allowed the sun to soak in my skin.I can't believe we're in the Caribbean islands, it almost feels surreal to be in this amazing region of North America.It was the first time Demetrius had allowed me to go to a public beach and frankly, I hated it. Don't get me wrong the beach was lovely, the weather was perfect and the scenery was breathtaking.However, in our own private beach (imagine my shock when I found out Demetrius had his own beach in the Caribbean) it was much more relaxing, I could hear the calming waves of the beautiful sea as I closed my eyes and felt the sun's warm rays of light tan my body.In this place, I can't get a moment of silence, there are countless kids running around and screaming with buckets on their heads. To make matters worse, the crowded beach has forced me to have my chair squashed at the back of the beach. My usual front row se

I quietly shut the door, hoping to enter the house undetected. I winced when I heard Demetrius' voice behind me. "Where do you think you're coming from?" He asked in a strangely calm tone."I was out." I whispered, looking around and noticing he had sent all the bodyguards away, just my luck."Where?" He questioned staring at me intently, I couldn't help but squirm under his penetrating gaze."I had an errand to run." I vaguely answered."Errand? Sophia do you have any idea the hell I went through when I came back to find an empty room and an open window." He shouted, his eyes clouded with anger and worry."I'm sorry." "Your sorry?" He laughed bitterly at my lack of response. I gasped when his hands slammed furiously onto the wall behind me, keeping me caged in his arms. "I had the whole of Greece searching for you, I drank myself to the point of insanit