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Vienna wasn't small enough for this coincidence. Dionysius' face shifts into happy mode and the two men chat in greek for a while as Makenna leads him to the only empty seat left, unfortunately, thanks to Lachlan's gentlemanly-ness, the empty seat was right next to Nadia. She was now sat between the beautiful gentle beast she'd spent last night with, and her sister's love-lorn business partner.

Maybe he won't recognize her, Nadia consoles herself, picking up a conversation with Lachlan and pretending to concentrate on that as the first course is served.

What was he doing here?!


Mikulas grunts inwardly at the full sight of her exquisite mischievous smile, his jaw flexing tightly as he struggles to keep his conversation with Dionysius going. She still smelled of wonderful floral spicy things, her smile was still absolutely exquisite and her full round breasts were heaving in laughter as she spoke with the man to her left, which made it all the more unfortunate when Mik's gaze fell on the magnificent chest of shimmery enticing chocolate, bronze and gold. He tries to salvage his thoughts from the memory of the gorgeous dark colour of her perfect chocolate nipples, just then realizing he'd lost track of what Dionysius was saying. 

There seems to be nothing but her divinely gorgeous body drowning his deep inside her, her hands working things on his body with a gentle impassioned franticness. Everything just felt so damn good he closes his eyes and falls into the abyss, letting his body and hers decide what bliss lay between them.

"I don't believe you've met my soon to be sister-in-law, Nadia." Dionysius says, calling her attention to their conversation and bringing Mikulas back to the present. 

She clearly hadn't mentioned anything about their passionate tangling, and as she's forced to turn to him, her beautiful dark gaze meeting his, he realizes she was committed to pretending they didn't know each other. It made sense, of course, yet it bothered him a little. 

Nadia... Now he had a name.

"louloudi mou." He sighs softly, trying to keep his voice steady and so soft Dionysius won't hear him call her that, hating that his voice had dipped considerably, his tongue itching for a taste of her exposed skin (my flower)

"mwizi." she curtly nods, subtly rolling her eyes and turning her beautiful gaze away from him as if she had more interesting things to see in this party (thief)

He manages to shift his gaze back to Dionysius, who, for his part, had expected slightly more from the introduction than that. Mik's entire body quivers softly in the sheer audacity of her, responding to him in a language he didn't speak and then leaving him hanging like that. He tempers the glare in his eye, his smile aching his lips as she continues her conversation with the man beside her.

Nadia wants to disappear, she considers her options, since she couldn't evaporate into thin air, she could imagine herself in a distant far-away land, one in which her one night stand wasn't sitting next to her at her small sister's engagement party while she tried to seduce her sister's business partner. She was staring at her dress as if it contained a kind of Sumerian script that desperately needed decoding, her appetite for seducing Lachlan all but gone. She could get through it, of course, he'd kept his word about the penthouse and would likely keep mum about their little adventure. How did normal people do this, casually have dinner with someone they didn't think they'd see again? 

"Yes?" He was saying to Dionysius and immediately sent the image of him whispering that into her ear

"Fuck yes." Nadia cries, grabbing onto his perfect butt, as if to plead with him to stay.

"I thought so." He grunts thrusting back inside her, watching her grab the sheets.

She cries and grabs tighter onto the sheets, and before he knows it, he's thrown the sheets off them and is thrusting passionately into her, diving deep and drowning in her lusciously soft trembling spasming form. He's amused when her thigh slides out from underneath him and hooks itself over his shoulder, allowing him deeper inside her and pushing her hips out to meet his thrusts. 

He made a point to speak to everyone at the table, sipping his whisky as he went about it, cutting her conversation with the blond man short by firmly inserting himself in it. She did her best to dodge his attention while maintaining the illusion that she was being rather kind and sweet to him, which only heated his collar unnecessarily. 

Nadia could barely hear what he was saying the emmory of his lips travelling up her throat and onto her lips as she cums all over him seems to be all she can deal with at the moment. Finally she smiles curtly at him and turns to Lachlan, sure she wouldn't have to shift her hips so slightly on the chair to ease the visceral way her crotch was responding to Mik if she just pretended he wasn't there. 

He tried to busy himself with conversation, catching up with Sao, asking Makenna about the wedding, asking Dio about Elias and their upcoming trip home, and then, short of anything else to do, and seeing that the vixen had clearly found a new target in the blond man she was dancing with, he excused himself from the festivities and headed back to the hotel. 


As soon as he gets back to his private suite, he sinks into a hot bath, hoping the water will ease the knots of desire built up all over his body. He didn't know what mind games Nadia was playing with him but he considered leaving the party early and without her a kind of victory. Sure Dionysius and Mikulas had grown up together but their relationship now was primarily business, and Mik couldn't be lusting after the luscious soft full curves of his top client's sister-in-law. He was still married to Salma too, as far as everyone knew, so perhaps last night had been a great mistake that didn't bare repeating. She'd clearly moved on too, from the way she was flirting up a storm with Lachlan Fairfax, the main investor in Sius, Dio's car company. Maybe she was simply interested in the man with the largest business portfolio, and last night that had been Mik. She'd barely looked at him before she realized he was the one staying in the penthouse suite... 

Mik was still trying to figure out Makenna's sister when his doorbell rang. He hadn't ordered room service and it was as odd an 2 am for anyone to be knocking. Out of sheer curiosity he wraps a towel around his waist and walks to the door, opening it to find the woman who'd fully occupied his thoughts leaned against the doorway, a beautiful smile on her face, a bottle of champagne in her hand. If she thought she could just frustrate him out of his mind and then show up in the middle of the night looking at him like that...she was absolutely right. 


His gaze moves from the champagne bottle to the beautiful soft breasts that tasted divine and then to the perfect face with the sultry suggestive gaze. 

"I thought you might need your nightly bottle of alcohol." She says softly, her gaze lit with something different to what she was offering him. 

She smiles, exquisitely, every inch the little flower from last night who'd proven herself to be a vixen. He could make her sweat for it, he supposes. Her night had clearly not gone the way she hoped it would, with Dio's main investor. He should tease her about that or something... All he can think of though, is his hands sinking into her soft ass while he thrust into her, pleasure like volts of thunder rushing through him.

He sighs tightly and accepts the bottle, his gaze never leaving hers. 

"Clothes." He demands, and she's surprised to find herself removing her dress as if it itched her, sliding it down her thick hips and the sculpt-precise curves of her body with no regard for the fact that she was still on the corridor, letting it slip down her bare skin and confirming the shiny black curly hairs above her pussy... 

This girl was a professional. She must have known somehow, she must have known exactly how he liked what he liked because even the pace at which she slid the dress off revealing the beautifully large soft breasts, the shimmering dark skin, the soft succulent rolls of her love handles and the deep curly hair and then juicy fat pussy lips in a shade of brown he would atone his sins for... He takes in a deep breath and reminds himself that torture was his objective... hers... even if it meant he would suffer pulling on all his restraint in order to torture her, so be it. He bites onto his lip and nods his head to agree with himself that she was a sight for drowning men to fight the sea home. 

Nadia's standing, naked,enraged and oh so very horny, completely ready for wherever the night was to go when he finally moves from the door, letting her into the suite she had argued with him about just last night. He summons her to him and she walks, entranced or maybe too tired to resist. He places the bottle on the bar and then his cool hand returns to her breast, pinching her nipple and muddling her breath, his hand working at a maddening pace, as if he knew exactly how to play with her breast to drive her mad. Nadia hadn't quite experienced something like that in her life, her body shuddering as her nipples bloom against his hand and just when her tummy starts to tremble from the little shocks razing through her body, she makes a soft protesting noise in her throat and he slides his finger through the lips of her pussy and then groans deeply at just how wet she was and it felt intoxicating to her. She cries wantonly into his mouth from the action, he curses against her lips as her thighs open as if to accommodate him fully. She was wet. She wanted him, he could smell the wetness that she was trying to keep contained between her beautiful soft thighs.

Those strong inspired impassioned fingers dip into her depths of her desires, her back arcing to welcome his exploration, moans and oohs streaming out of her mouth his hand dips between her thighs, his mouth pressing against hers in a ravenous demand. His kissing was possessed. That's the only word Nadia could think of to describe it. They kissed like they'd known each other before, like they'd irreparably changed the way each of them went about kissing.

Her moan felt like hot silk against his skin on a freezing day. He was way more aroused than he'd ever been, but he wanted to savour this, her defeat in his arms. He presses his lips into her neck, a kiss on her neck had never given her such pleasure, and his wet tongue trailing up to her ear was causing soft havoc on her tightened tummy. He pulls his hand out of the soaking heat, dipping his finger into his mouth to taste her, humming as he turns her and pushes her against the bar.

She arcs her back and his dick jumps, desperate to breach the space between her dripping pussy and his aroused crotch. With one swift slide of his hands on her hips, she's bent over the bar. He stops to admire the exquisite curve of her hips and fullness of her round ass. She moans, swinging her thighs away from his touch just as he thinks of biting onto the juicy globe of her ass.

She was fighting him; he realizes with a peel of pleasure. As though she somehow knew he was about to avenge her mistreatment of him at the dinner, she was trying to put up an offensive, an attempt to seduce him out of his rage. Her hips rock her ass towards him as if to meet a thrust that just wasn't there.

"Let's not forget who is the boss here my little flower. I give you pleasure. I take it away from you, I starve you of it." He instructs huskily, spanking her ass a little

Last night he had fought with an absolutely breathtaking complete stranger at the bar all for the pleasure of seeing her breasts dance in her corset and then he had pushed it all too far, unreasonably far if the ravenous tent his erect dick was making on the towel was anything to go by. After their little adventure last night, he shouldn't even have the energy, curiosity, hunger he felt for the magnificent woman whose beautiful soft round ass was dangerously close to his erect dick. 

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