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Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED TWO
JUSTINA"Tell me to stop," he said, his voice rough, almost angry. "Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you don't—" He looked up at me then, his eyes dark and wild and utterly focused. "If you don't, I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name. Until you forget that boy’s name. Until the only thing you can remember is mine."Liam. He was still thinking about Liam, this possessive bastard. I should have been annoyed. I should have pushed him away for his arrogance. Instead, I felt a throb of heat between my legs so intense it made me dizzy.What about this made it hot?"Show me," I whispered, arching against him. "Make me forget."That was all the permission he needed.He stripped the dress off me in one swift movement, leaving me in nothing but my underwear—black lace, thankfully, not the practical cotton I usually wore, though I couldn't remember why I'd chosen it that morning. His gaze raked over me, hungry and unapologetic, taking in every inch of exposed skin with a rever
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED ONE
JUSTINA"He looks super happy in this one," I said, studying the photograph. "You too. I don't think I've ever seen you smile like that.""I was seventeen, and he'd just let me drive his old Aston Martin around the estate grounds. Badly, I should add. I put a dent in the fountain.""You didn't.""I did." Gregor's mouth curved, something soft and unguarded moving across his face, the same look caught in the photograph itself. "He never let me forget it.""What was he like? Actually like, not just the tabloid version.""Loud." He said it like the word still surprised him a little. "You wouldn't guess that, looking at how quiet this house is now, but he filled a room the second he walked into it. He'd sing in the shower, badly, at volumes that woke the whole house. He used to sneak me espresso when I was far too young for it because my mother had banned it, and then act shocked when I couldn't sleep.""Sounds like he was fun.""He was." Something flickered behind his eyes, there and gone
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon HUNDRED
JUSTINAGregor produced an umbrella from somewhere behind his seat, snapping it open with the confidence of a man who'd never once had it fail him, and the wind promptly turned it inside out the second we cleared the car. He swore, wrestling with the useless spokes while rain came down in sheets that soaked through my dress in the time it took to cross the gravel, and by the time we reached the door, I'd given up caring about the hair the stylist had spent an hour pinning into place.Nyssa stood in the doorway already, backlit and dry, her robe pulled tightly around her as the wind tore past her and into the foyer.“Thank God.” She stepped back, wrestling the door against the storm’s pull.Then she turned to Gregor. “This weather is terrifying. I was watching the coverage and thinking the worst. I’m so relieved you’re back safe.”Ruthless and cold as ever. I didn’t miss the fact that her relief, apparently, extended only to him.“Where’s Adonis?” I asked, cutting straight through whate
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon NINETY NINE
GREGORJustina leaned across the center console, her cheek almost pressed against my shoulder as she peered at the back seat. "It's open. You're right. It's definitely open."I pulled the car over to the shoulder, the tires crunching on gravel. I put it in park and turned to face her, letting my expression shift from concern to realization. "Someone broke in. While we were eating. They must have been looking for something valuable, reached in, popped the glove box, and stole the phones."Her face went pale in the dashboard light. "The valet. It had to be the valet. He had the keys. He knew where we were sitting. He could have..." She was reaching for the door handle, her fingers scrabbling at the latch. "We need to go back. We need to find him. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to sue him. I'm going to..."I caught her wrist, stopping her. "Justina. Stop.""Let go of me. We need to go back.""And do what? Accuse a kid of theft without proof? Get into a screaming match in the parking lo
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon NINETY EIGHT
GREGORI kept my hand at the small of her back, my palm burning against the silk, and let my eyes find Liam's table as we approached the exit. He looked up when we passed, his fork hovering in midair.Justina lifted her hand in a small wave, her fingers fluttering once, then twice before she dropped it. I watched Liam's face break into an easy grin, one that had probably worked on her seven years ago, and he answered with a slight nod.I did not break stride. I kept my arm around her and guided her forward, but when she turned her head to say something to me, I glanced back over my shoulder. Liam was still watching. I held his gaze for three full seconds, long enough to tell him I saw him, long enough to tell him he was welcome to think whatever he wanted as long as he never acted on it.His smile faltered. Something harder moved behind his eyes, and he still did not look away.I turned back to the exit and pressed my hand more firmly into her spine to further send my message. Justina
Keeping a secret from the Greek Tycoon NINETY SEVEN
GREGORI swirled the last of the wine in my glass and watched the legs slide down the crystal in slow, red tears. The octopus had vanished from my plate, leaving a smear of charred oil and lemon. Across the table, Justina pushed a final bite of lamb around with the tines of her fork, her movements loose and unhurried. The champagne and a little bit of red wine had softened the sharp line of her shoulders, and her eyes held that glassy brightness that meant she was three drinks past careful and not yet sloppy.The strap of her blue dress had slipped down her arm, and she had not bothered to fix it. I had noticed. Every man in the room with working eyes had probably noticed, and like the gentleman that I was, I reached out to fix it."You keep looking over there," Justina said. Her voice had that lilt one could only get when the wine had warmed their throat. She did not lift her gaze from her plate. "Like you're trying to set someone on fire with your mind."I set my glass down harder t
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