Divorcing Her Mafia Family
Chapter 39

He found them a table to the side of the dance floor, and she hopped up on the high back chair and grinned at him.

“What’s so funny?” he looked at her with a wide smile.

“Draco,” she teased his name, “how does this place compare to the entertainment venues you say you own?”

He looked at the table between them stained with beer from the previous occupants which hadn’t yet been wiped off. The music blasting in on three loudspeakers not properly calibrated for the space blasted over the makeshift dancefloor. The music was an eclectic mix of pop music and Latin music, and it strangely suited the varied mix of people in the room.

Locals and tourists alike filled the corners and dance floor, and it was a partylike atmosphere.

“I think this place is perfect for what it is and where it is. I’ve never been happier to be anywhere than I am here right now,” he met her eyes with a big grin. “What’s your poison?”

“I’ll have beer,” she said decisively, and he squeezed her bicep as he moved to the bar to get their drinks. She tapped her foot to the music and watched the couples dancing on the floor. Some of the couples were twirling in a respectable distance from one another and then there were other couples who were wrapped so tightly around each other Dimitra would have blushed if she were a lesser woman. The way the couples were grinding and moving made her think of the night at Miklos’ club when she’d had far too much too drink and her inhibitions had been out the window. Had Magda not pulled her out of there, she’d have been on the couch in his office. The way he’d kissed her on the floor had been mind melting and she watched the couples with their hands all over each other and found herself stuck in her memory.

The clatter of beer on the table made her jump and she looked up at Miklos in surprise at the four glasses he’d put in front of her.

“Where was your head?” he laughed at her as he took his stool opposite her. “I asked you twice to back up so I could set the beer down.”

“I was watching the dancers,” she looked back to the floor. “Some of it is very sexy.”

“The bartender was just telling me it’s her sixteen-year-old daughter who decides the playlist. She seemed embarrassed.”

She giggled at his words and watched him take a long drink of his beer as he watched the dance floor. His skin was sun kissed after whatever he’d done in the sun today and he was the epitome of masculinity as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed and almost downed the entire mug.

“Thirsty?”

“You have no idea. I had a hard day today,” he grinned at her.

“What did you do all afternoon and evening?”

“Sea kayak.”

“What?”

“I was in a sea kayak until dinnertime. There’s a rental place just up the beach.”

“Not what I was expecting you to say.”

“What did you think I did all the afternoon?”

“I don’t know.”

“I love the water. I have a yacht and a sailboat. My home in Greece is right on the water,” he said seriously. “My mother used to tease me when I was a child and tell me I was really the son of Poseidon and she lied to my father to keep me safe.”

She laughed at his words, “no way.”

“My mother is like you in some ways.” He said suddenly, “she very much wanted me to have a normal childhood so she took me away as much as she could. I spent weeks and weeks in Greece every summer and she would insist for every time I was taken to work with my father and his friend, I had to spend equal times doing fun things, or at least her version of fun.”

“Did you ever not want to do what your father wanted?”

“No, not ever.” He shook his head emphatically. “I love my life. It’s a hard life but as my best friend Kostas tells me frequently, I’m a cold power-hungry son of a b***h so there is that.”

His words surprised her, “wait, Kostas is your best friend?”

“Since we were in pre-school together when we were four.”

“Huh,” she grimaced. “I don’t remember him being around.”

“Of course, you don’t,” he taunted her, “you and I just met today.”

She slapped at him, “very funny.”

He pulled his phone out and scrolled through photos until he found one and held it out to her.

She gasped and then started laughing, “oh my god!” She was chortling loudly at the photo of the two very young teenagers with their arms over each other wearing nothing but speedos near a school swimming competition pool.

“We went to school together, but I didn’t usually get to bring friends around, especially my father-in-law’s place. Family business and all. We even went to the same university and shared an apartment for a while.”

“Crazy!” she laughed and handed him back his phone. “You look very young in the picture. You’ve definitely grown into your nose.”

He reached out and tickled her side at her comment. “You know what they say right? Big nose, big feet, big c**k.”

She stopped laughing and held his gaze with a frown, “is this what they say?”

“It is. If you ever want to check for yourself, knock twice on the wall between our rooms and I’ll scale the wall on our balconies again and come replace you.” He winked playfully.

“What about your girl back home?”

“I’m certain if you agreed, she would be in agreement,” his lips twisted merrily at the shake of her head. “She’s a woman of the world. Even worked in a b**m parlor and whipped people for cash.”

She couldn’t help the bubble of laughter at his words, “I tried such a thing once. I didn’t last long. I tried once to be the submissive and let a guy hit me, but it just makes me really angry, and I ended up punching the guy in the balls and had to refund his money. When I tried doing the dominatrix thing, I had three complaints filed against me in a week. They took my whip away from me.”

He was laughing at her words, so she continued, “now my best friend, she’s phenomenal at it. She can crack a whip right over you and it just skim your skin and not touch you. It’s the freakiest thing. She was into horse riding when she was a kid and did a lot of lasso competitions. It helped her control her wrist movements. She had guys lining up. In a three-month semester she made fifty-six thousand dollars and only worked three days a week.”

His mouth fell open at Dimitra’s words because he knew which friend she was referring to. “Really?”

She pulled her own phone out, “if you ever tell anyone I showed you this, I will tell them you stole my phone, tortured me and beat it out of me.” She found a thirty second clip of Darya in a black patent leather cat suit with everything covered but her eyes and lips, wielding a long thin whip and then snapping it to cause a crackling noise with such precision it was breathtaking to watch. “She never let a single patron ever touch her, but she had them begging to lick her boots.”

“Did you wear an outfit like this to flog people?”

She heard the edge to his question, and she scrolled her phone and held it out for his perusal. She giggled when he used his fingers to zoom in on the photo and his eyes flicked to hers in stunned surprise and then back to her. He pushed the phone across the table and lifted his beer up silently.

“What?” she wanted to hear his thoughts.

“You should wear leather more,” he said not looking at her and staring at the dance floor.

“Are you okay?” she c****d her head as he refused to look at her.

“Elektra,” he looked to her pointedly, “I need about two minutes to come down, if you catch my drift so if you could politely sit there and drink your beer while I think of things like my grandmother, church and ice baths it would be much appreciated.”

She gave a little giggle at his obvious discomfort. The devil in her picked up her phone and forwarded the photo to his number. His g***n told her he knew exactly what she had just done, “just in case I don’t knock on the wall, and you need inspiration while you’re alone.”

He leaned forward, and all games were gone from his eyes as he lifted her chin and stared deep into her eyes, “I will make more noise to this photo than my neighbors and you will know exactly what I’m doing on the other side of the wall.” He released her chin and took a drink of his beer but didn’t break eye contact.

The notion of him m**********g inches from her on the other side of the wall made her flush and she lifted her mug to her lips. They sat silently both locked in their own imaginations and then he stood up, grabbed her hand, and pulled her towards the dance floor.

“The Jonas Brothers?” she giggled as he pulled her into his arms.

“What’s a man gotta do?” he laughed at her as they both looked up to the speakers to where the music blared from.

He was singing along, and she was laughing at him when it became apparent, he knew every lyric to the song. His mood was playful and fun as he danced with her singing the song to her as if he’d written it himself.

“You’re a Jonas Bros fan?”

“Not in the least,” he laughed and pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear. “We had a guy in a holding cell last year and we played this song on repeat for three days. Eventually, me, my head of security Ajax and a couple of the guards we had around all ended up with the f*****g thing stuck in our heads too. I’m hoping dancing with you makes it less torturous for me.”

She threw her head back and laughed at his words. “You’re full of it.”

“I’m not. He was a self-proclaimed metal head. Caught him stealing from me.”

“You played music to torture him?”

“No, we used it as background music for torture.”

She shook her head and let him spin her away from him and then pull her back. The music suddenly changed and a mix of what must be local music began playing as a collective cheer went up at the song and the dance floor grew crowded

Before she knew it, a big crowd people surrounded Dimi, and everyone was dancing together, and she was being spun around by various different partners and everyone was laughing and singing along. Miklos was sweating and laughing as he traded partners more than once. The clapping and happiness surrounding her and when she finally got spun back into his arms, her head was back, and she was delirious with joy.

Three or four more songs just like the last played and the dance floor was hopping, and Dimitra admitted she couldn’t remember a time when she’d had this much fun. More than once, another patron had passed her a beer and she and Miklos shared it. Miklos was spinning her all over the floor, the alcohol swimming in her b***d and the music was becoming more and more sultry and seductive she was dancing like she’d never danced before. The sexier the music, the closer they were dancing, and Dimitra was enjoying being his dance partner. She wound her arms around his neck as he rested his hands atop her h**s and moved rhythmically with her.

The music shifted again, and Dimitra knew the song as one she had on her playlist, and she felt flirty and sensual as Woman by Doja Cat floated over their heads. She turned her back on him and leaned against him and pressed her backside against him, lifting her arms up high, wrapping them around his neck and touching the back of his head with her fingertips. She tilted her head up to him and sang the words directly to him as he wrapped his arms around her middle and danced with her, allowing her little seductive dance. His lips were close to her neck as he lowered his head closer to her as she shimmied and swayed to the beat. She could feel his e******n pressed against her behind and she pushed into him. His hand slipped down her h*p to the open slit at her thigh and stroked the outside of her h*p, lifting the dress higher than it should be but she didn’t care. Lost in the moment of the heat of the dance and the warmth of his embrace. She closed her eyes as the music floated away and he spun her around in his arms. Her body was pressed tight to his, his arms around her waist, her feet barely touching the floor as he held her up and against him.

He pressed his lips to hers tentatively and she m****d and wound her arms tight around his neck, digging her fingers deep into his thick hair. His tongue slipped alongside hers. He tasted of beer and his lips were salty from sweating in the crowded little taverna. His lips were soft and plush against hers and she sighed as his strong hands held her close to him.

Clapping around them made them break the k**s and she giggled when she realized the crowd was cheering their make-out session on. She buried her face in his chest and he laughed in her ear.

“We need to get out of here. Come on.” He took her by the hand and pulled her out of the bar.

Once outside though, he pushed her against the wall of the building as if he couldn’t wait to k**s her again. His mouth more demanding now as he kissed her hungrily. She felt the cold stucco against her bare shoulders as he sucked her lower l*p into his mouth, and she put her hands against his chest. She felt him pause as if he was expecting her to push him away, but she slid them upwards around the nape of his neck and pressed closer to him, sliding her tongue to meet his.

“f**k,” he g*****d against her mouth as he peppered little k****s at the corner of her lips and along her jaw. “Babe, you need to tell me to stop now.”

“What if I don’t?” she whispered as they stood panting hard with their foreheads touching.

“Then I’m taking you back to your little bed and I’m making love to you until morning. I won’t if it’s not what you want but Dimitra, I want you.”

“I want you too.” She stood up on tiptoes and kissed his mouth, “take me to bed Miklos.”

He grabbed her by the hand and started almost running in the direction of their rental suites. She was giggling at his stride and stumbled in her sandals.

“Miklos, my legs are far shorter than yours. I can’t keep up.”

He spun back in the middle of the street and pulled her close and kissed her on the mouth, demandingly. “Forgive me for rushing but I am anxious to be buried deep in you.”

At his words she was yanking on his arm and pulling him down the street. His laugh floated around her and then she shrieked when he lifted her up bridal style and carried her the rest of the way.

“I can walk.” She said the words but somehow being held against his chest while he almost ran them back to the enclave was invigorating.

“Your legs are too short. I need you, Dimitra. I need you now.” His voice was low and gravelly in her ear as he made record time getting them back and swiped his key to unlock the gate. “I will never be able to listen to the song again in any of my clubs without feeling you in my arms.”

“Good, because I will never hear it and not think of dancing with you,” she let him k**s her as he took the stairs two at a time. When she landed on her feet at the door she rifled through her purse and found her key.

“Dimitra are you sure?” his words were quiet and questioning.

“Miklos, please,” she tugged his hand and pulled him into her room.

“If you want to stop, if you change your mind, you tell me. You tell me and I will stop. No questions, Dimitra. I promise.” He closed the door behind him and stepped into her room

She launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his h**s. “You talk too much,” she teased as she kissed his mouth.

“I’m trying to communicate. My housekeeper says I’m not good at it,” he carried her in the direction of her bedroom. He lowered her onto the bed and kneeled on the edge and stared down at her. “You are so beautiful. Your cheeks are so rosy right now from dancing. For as long as I live, I will never forget tonight and the way you are looking at me right now.”

“Miklos,” her breath felt thick in her throat as she looked at the emotion on his face.

His hand gently caressed her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear as he crawled over her, straddling her h**s, his knees into the mattress on either side of her. “I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to make love to you the way I should have for your first time, for our first time. I’m going to love you the way you deserve to be loved.”

“Miklos, I wouldn’t change an instant of our first time,” she told him, wearing her emotions on her sleeve. “I felt everything I wanted to feel that night. I have zero regrets about it. I don’t want you to have regrets, either.”

She saw the emotions cross his face as he closed his eyes at her words and inhaled a deep breath.

If she hadn’t known this man her entire life, she would have thought he was trying to gather emotions to avoid crying but Miklos wasn’t a crier and she reached her hands and stroked his thighs, “Miklos, are you okay?”

He held up a finger and gave a single shake of his head as if asking for a moment and then opened his eyes and let loose the breath he’d been holding, “I felt guilty for the night, for being as rough as I was. I was sure I’d hurt you and you were just too proud to tell me I’d caused you physical pain.”

“Are you kidding?” she grinned naughtily. “I got reamed by the great Miklos Laskaris and survived to tell the tale. It was the best night of my life.”

His head fell back as he laughed at her words, “well then,” he let his whole body fall over her and crushed her under him, “there’s only one thing left to do.”

“What is that?” she asked with a wide smile as he ground his h**s against her.

“Get naked.”