Page 10 of Darius

“Little girl and Little one?” he asked with a smile. “If I’m not wrong, you know exactly what that is.”

When she opened her mouth to claim ignorance, he stopped her. “You cannot lie to your mate, Mara.”

“Really?” Inside, she was freaking out. They could communicate without words. Would he pick up on every thought that passed through her mind? He didn’t need to have access to all her fantasies. A flash of her favorite one of being spanked over her Daddy’s knee popped into her mind. Quickly, she replaced the mental image by counting backward by fours from one hundred. Ninety-six. Ninety-two. Eighty-eight.

“Yes. Once our bond is complete, you will easily sense anything that isn’t correct.”

“But you can tell I’m lying now?” Eighty-four. Eighty.

“Seventy-six. And yes, I can tell that a spanking will be in your future, Little girl.”

Incredulous, Mara stared at him. This couldn’t be happening. Sure, meeting a Daddy was fantastic. Darius fit her ideal Daddy image. But—and this was a huge but—a Daddy who could read her mind wasn’t what her stories had predicted. She was in so much trouble.

Darius lifted her chin to close her mouth. “As your Daddy, I may have my hands full.” He stroked his palms over her shoulders and down her spine. Cupping her buttocks, Darius squeezed gently.

“I don’t think I like this.”

“Yes, you do, Little girl. I don’t need to look inside your brain to guess that.” His hands slid up her sides to stop at the swell of her breasts. Darius brushed his thumbs along the sensitive area, sending a shiver through Mara.

Instantly, she wondered what he knew and how. She’d never dated someone who focused so completely on her. That intensity was both exciting and uncomfortable. What else had he noticed?

“You respond beautifully to my caresses. I can hear your heart rate increasing as your body prepares for our union.”

She stared at him. Did he mean what she thought he was suggesting?

Darius inhaled deeply through his nose. His eyes glowed red as hunger etched itself into his face. “Your scent is addictive, Mara. I cannot wait to taste you.”

Before she could figure out what in the world would be an appropriate way to respond to that observation, Darius pulled her torso forward to capture her lips. Her fingers explored his hard muscles as his mouth dominated hers. She hummed her delight into his mouth. “Mmm.”

His hands slid under her blouse to smooth over her. His fingers seared her skin. Not with heat, but with the electrifying impact they had on her. Every part of her yearned for his next move, responding eagerly. No man had ever built this urgent fire inside her.

Gliding his palms up her ribcage, Darius reached her lacy bra and traced the decorative lower edge. His fingertips barely brushed the under swell of her breasts, setting off a tingle that spread through her in anticipation. Mara inhaled deeply, pressing her breasts toward him.

“Please,” burst from her lips before she could stop herself.

“I know, Zoí mou. I feel the need too. Let me unwrap my beautiful present.”

She nodded, past denying anything he could share with her. Whatever was going on here between them, she wouldn’t miss experiencing him. That idea was incomprehensible. She never took risks. What was it about this man that made her willing to behave wildly? Glancing around the beautiful library or study, she checked for anyone observing her.

“No one would dare to disturb us,” he murmured to her. His beard rubbed sensually against the curve of her neck as he brushed his lips against her jaw. Mara melted against his strong frame, forgetting their surroundings.

Cool air rushed over her skin as he slipped the sides of her blouse over her shoulders. When had he unbuttoned that? Before she could give that a second thought, Darius pressed a kiss to her collarbone and then another lower until his lips brushed over the swell of her breast above her bra.

Mara froze as his tongue trailed along the deep vee of the garment. In a flash, the cups fell from her breasts as he unfastened the front closure. Please let him find her appealing.

“You are so lovely, Zoí mou. I would wait another two hundred years for the privilege of enjoying your beauty.”

Thrilled by his old-world response, Mara pushed away her apprehension. Darius was not like other men she’d dated in the past. His old-fashioned manners and the attention he paid to her put others to shame. That name he’d called her meant something important. She could tell by how he said the words and his expression. The endearment sounded Greek? She tried to memorize the phrase to ask him later and gave up quickly. His touch was so much more important. “I need to see you, Darius.”

Her fingers fumbled, pulling his polo from his trousers. Darius bent one arm over his head and ripped the offensive garment off. The seams didn’t stand a chance against his immense power. He tossed the scraps of cloth away before returning to his exploration of his mate.

His chiseled body was sprinkled with scars, oozing masculine power and appeal. She smoothed her fingers over his broad shoulders that appeared ready to weather any assault. Feeling dainty and feminine under his heated looks and caresses, Mara traced the grooves of his muscles, becoming hungrier for intimate contact.

Darius shifted her slightly to straddle one of his thighs, instinctively understanding what she needed. Mara didn’t hesitate. She was past being self-conscious by anything. Rubbing herself against his hard muscles, she closed her eyes as a moan of need slid from her lips.

“You may kill me, Zoí mou.” He rose effortlessly from the chair, helping her to her feet. “You have too many clothes on, Little girl.”

She reached for the button at her waistband, but his hands brushed hers away. Her pants glided down her thighs to puddle at her ankles. Darius stepped back to scan her form hungrily. He roughly adjusted his erection pressing against his fly before unfastening his trousers. Instantly, his cock wrapped in black ribbed underwear sprang eagerly from his garment.