Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Even though they were several months married now and he had gotten her pregnant, Pollyanna was still having a hard time saying anything graphic.
Kyr knew this, and he found it incredibly arousing.
Lowering his head, he whispered to her ear, “I’m going to take revenge for every unmanly thing you’ve forced me to do.”
And because this was Kyrillos Gazis, he was good as his word, and it was the most unbearably pleasurable punishment.
Cupping her breasts, she offered them to him with trembling hands, saying pleadingly, “They’re s-swollen with need for you. Please suck on my nipples.”
And so he would make love to her like she wanted, she had to grasp his cock and guide it inside her while begging, “Please take me.”
The full length of his cock finally slid in, and she whimpered at the feel of it.
“And where do you want me to come?” Kyr purred.
“Inside of me,” Pollyanna moaned. She wanted him so much, she was willing to say anything, no matter how embarrassing. “I want to feel your h-hot c-cum inside of me. I want it filling me, so much that it w-would spill—-”
Fuck. The image she created was too fucking hot, and his plan backfired in an instant, Kyr losing his control. Tightening his hold on her hips, he drove into her hard. He had wanted to be tender, but she made it impossible, and now there was no possibility of that. His eyes closing, he pounded into her, and her cries only spurred him on.
They reached their climax together, Pollyanna arching against him, and Kyr shuddering over her as he spilled all of his cum into her. And it was exactly how she wanted, his cum flowing down her inner thighs when it became too much for her pussy to handle.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she whispered sleepily, “I love you, Kyr.” He didn’t answer, but his soft kiss on her head was more than enough.
Chapter Four
When Pollyanna gave birth to the twins, both of them were awed. Neither of them had been the type to dream of having kids, Pollyanna because she had still been young and Kyr because he had used to associate the idea of marriage with Ana.
But the arrival of Dio and Ella changed them, in good ways, but also in ways neither of them expected.
Kyr started coming home earlier than usual, eager to spend more time with his wife and babies. It was his favorite part of the day, coming home and hearing the familiar sounds of his family. At first, it had just been Pollyanna, humming a nursery song as the twins fell asleep in their cots or reading them bedtime stories, switching between English and Greek. When the twins grew to several months old, the routine started to change as well, and more often than not, Kyr would come home hearing Pollyanna making the twins gurgle in laughter or the twins babbling nonsense.
One day, over breakfast, Ella and Dio started speaking baby talk to him, which left Kyr raising a quizzical brow even as a grin tugged at his lips.
Seeing the look on her husband’s face, Pollyanna interpreted, “They said, Kalimera.”
“Really?” he drawled.
The twins babbled some more.
“They also said you should talk to them, too,” Pollyanna added solemnly. She expected Kyr to tease her for being childish but to her surprise, her usually serious husband only gave her a long, thoughtful look.
“Umm...” She started to feel uneasy without knowing why.
And then Kyr turned back to the twins and said, “Xfingchergriwz.”
Oh.
Laughter threatened to bubble out of her as Kyr, the billionaire famous for his ruthlessly pragmatic style of doing business, continued speaking nonsense to Dio and Ella. Seconds passed, and she could no longer stop herself from laughing.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she saw that Kyr was staring at her, and the look on his gorgeous face made her gulp. Oh, dear Lord. Why was he looking at her like she was so precious to him? Even now, it still didn’t make sense. When would he realize it was the other way around, and she was the one lucky to have someone like him?
And then he was saying her name, his voice low and seductive, and her heart slammed so hard against her chest she was worried he would hear it.
Clearing her throat, she asked, “What is it?”
“Thank you,” he said simply.
“What for?”
“For giving me the twins.” His lips formed a crooked smile. “And for giving me the kind of life I should have dreamed of but didn’t.”
ON THE TWINS’ FIRST year birthday, Pollyanna threw her first party as Mrs. Gazis. She went all out in the preparation, taking craft courses available on the island, reading up on party styling and spending countless hours on Pinterest and Instagram for party pegs. Since this was her first official outing as wife to Kyrillos Gazis, Pollyanna was determined to live up to everyone’s expectations. But more than that, she didn’t want to give her husband any reason to feel ashamed of her.