Cian Byrne's whole life was spent in strengthening the Irish Mafia. Women were just a means to an end for him, until that night. He thought he had found the one he had been waiting for his whole life. Only for the girl to vanish into thin air after a passionate night. A holiday turned Andrea Petrakis's life upside down. Landing her into a situation that required her to choose between her family and the love of her life. Will Andrea be able to hurt the people she loved all her life, for a man she didn't know existed until that night?
Chapter 1 The Club
Andrea
Ian pushed me against the door of his hotel room and crushed his mouth on mine. He reached for the hem of my top and then pulled it over my head in a swift motion, breaking the kiss.
His grey eyes traveled down my body in admiration and my cheeks heated up from his scrutiny.
"Álainn (beautiful)," he murmured in a foreign language, which I couldn't understand.
He then pressed his lips against mine in a hungry kiss. I fumbled with the button of his jacket and slid it down his shoulders. His shirt and my skirt followed next as we stumbled towards the bed not breaking the kiss.
He picked me in his arms with such ease as one would to a doll and gently laid me on the mattress. I slid upward on the bed and settled against the pillows arranged near the headboard. His hands reached for my bra and I arched my back to give him access. He unhooked it with a single swift move of his fingers and tossed it aside.
A man of his beauty and stature surely had been with a lot of women before and why I don't know this thought made my stomach churned.
Settling in between my legs he continued his assault on my mouth. His huge hands traveled on my body tracing and stroking every swell and curve. I moaned into his mouth as he palmed my breasts, making my insides heat up.
His hard body pressed me into the mattress, while his strong scent clouded my senses. The heat emanating from him engulfed me, while his kisses consumed me.
Tracing my fingers from his wrists to the bulge of his strong biceps and then to his broad shoulders and finally into his hair, I pulled at his locks as he sucked on my tongue.
Cian groaned into the kiss and started kissing me with a new fervor. His tongue tasting me and discovering every crevice of my mouth. I had been kissed before but with him, it was something else. My body felt alive for the first time at a man's touch.
I was on a two-month-long tour of Europe and had started from Spain. I had come to Ibiza, two days before, after spending a week in Madrid and other cities in Spain.
This vacation was my Graduation present from Dad, which he had agreed to, after a lot of insistence on my part. I had always been fond of traveling and had been on many family vacations. But this was the first time that I was traveling alone.
I met Ian at a nightclub a couple of hours ago. We both were alone and looking for company. Since the moment I had taken a seat at the bar counter, he had been studying me with his teal grey eyes. He was the kind of man who would attract the attention of any member of the female species and I was no different. Tall and dark, with teal grey eyes he was a fine specimen of the male species.
I had dated a few guys during my college years but had never gone past first base. It was not like the guys were not good looking but I had not felt such raw desire for anyone like I was feeling for Ian right now. Never in my life had I met someone as charismatic and intimidating as Ian. There was something about him that differentiated him from the crowd.
He must be in his late twenties, while I was twenty and freshly out of college. He had not asked me for a dance or offered to buy me any drinks, just had kept eye flirting with me. He followed me to the restrooms and sucked the air out of my lungs kissing. The kiss had been all-consuming and had left me craving for more.
"Spend the night with me," he whispered into my ear, his lips brushing my ear lobe, and his hot breath fanned my cheeks.
My breath hitched at his commanding tone, he looked like a man who was accustomed to getting his way.
I was not the kind of girl to kiss someone I met for the first time. Least have a one-night stand with a stranger, but there was something about Ian that I was unable to decline. His daunting aura and commanding tone had left me with no choice but to accept his offer.
"Okay," I whispered back.
The loud music of the club was barely audible in this portion of the club where the restrooms were located. And it was easier to communicate in a low voice.
His teal grey orbs darkened in appreciation and he stroked his nose down my throat leaving a trail of kisses. He bit on a spot at the crook of my neck and gave it a soothing lick.
"Ohh God," I moaned, fisting the fabric of his jacket in my hands.
"Ian not God," he smirked, pulling away.
Before I could decipher what he said, he dragged me out of the club holding my arm in his iron grip as I would run if he loosened his hold.
It was one of the best hotels in Ibiza where he brought me and the suite he was staying in would have surely cost a few thousand dollars a night.
Since the moment I had laid my eyes on him, I knew the man screamed power and money. For a minute I had second thoughts about coming to his suite with him. Though no one here was aware of who I was, it could be a ploy of Dad's enemies. My father Constantine Petrakis was a Greek Business Tycoon who was settled in the US. He had a long list of enemies who would not hesitate to hurt me to get back to him.
"Fuck your taste is intoxicating," Ian stated in his deep voice, pulling away from the kiss and looking into my eyes, drawing me out of my thoughts.
I smiled at him, then arched my back when he cupped me from above my panties making me moan his name, "Ian."
His eyes darkened at my moan and he pulled me into a kiss again. The next second he ripped my panties tugging at the lacy garment. His fingers worked magic on my center until I was nothing but a moaning mess beneath him.
I tugged at his black hair, making him groan while he kept torturing me with his hands and mouth. This was my first time being this intimate with a man. Dad had never restricted me from dating guys but no one has appealed to me to the extent that I wanted to sleep with them.
"Are you on a pill?" Ian whispered into my ear in a hoarse voice as I came down from my high.
My mind was still mush from how hard I had come for the first time in my life. I kept staring at him blankly.
"Are you on birth control?" He repeated his question.
I shook my head in a 'no', lowering my gaze. Then murmured in a shy voice, "I never had sex before."
I could feel his gaze on my face as Ian kept staring at me stunned, "You are a virgin?" His voice was filled with surprise.
Gulping the lump in my throat I looked into his eyes and nodded in agreement.
"I don't do virgins," grey eyes filled with an unknown emotion stared back at me.
His words unsettled me and the expressions on his face were enough to make my stomach dip. Was he going to ask me to leave?
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