The Greek's Forgotten Wife (Boarding School #1) by Elizabeth Lennox

while the waves of pleasure surged through him.  And when it was all over, he gathered her close, holding her in his arms as they both fell onto the bed, exhausted and sated for the moment. 
     
    Sasha felt his hands glide down her waist and hip, tried very hard not to react.  She’d given him too much, she thought.  She’d given in to his demands and now he’d conquered her body.  She couldn’t fight him sexually and he knew it.  She wiped the tears that slipped out from her eyes and tried to come to terms with how weak she was.  Of all the men in the world she should have been able to resist, why did he have this kind of power over her?  It didn’t make any sense! 
    “Hey,” Damon said, noticing the tears.  “What’s wrong?” he asked. 
    Sasha shook her head and tried to get out of the bed.  She wanted a shower and a change of clothes but she hadn’t brought a bag with her.  She was going to have to wear that ugly dress again.  That hated dress! 
    “I need a shower,” she told him when he stopped her. 
    “Why are you crying?” he asked again.
    She shook her head.  “Shower,” she repeated and slipped out from under his arm. 
    Damon watched her walk away from him, astounded by how perfect she looked.  She bent down and picked the robe up off of the floor, slipping her arms in and then covering her body.  She didn’t look at him either, which irritated him.  He was used to women who doted on him, on his pleasure.  He always ensured that they were pleasured as well, but it irked him that his wife was not acting in the same manner.
    He supposed that he had a lot of work to do to prove to her that their marriage could work.  And that he would be faithful to her.  But if the last forty-eight hours was anything to go by, he suspected that he was going to be too busy in his wife’s bed to even consider looking at another woman. 

Chapter 8
     
    Sasha sat in the luxurious plane, watching her husband speak to someone in Spanish.  She didn’t understand that language, felt she’d accomplished a great deal just by learning Greek!  But she was going to learn Spanish and French because he spoke both of those languages as well.  She was jealous of all of his accomplishments, but knew that he was about eleven years older than she was.  She had time, she told herself.  She would observe him carefully so that she could learn from the master. 
    Damon ended the call and looked at his wife.  She was looking especially beautiful in a yellow suit.  It was one that he’d selected for her among several others.  This one was a bit more flattering to her figure.  “You need yellow diamonds for that outfit,” he commented.
    Sasha’s hand flew to her neck which was bare.  “I don’t,” she protested, starting to tell him that she didn’t have yellow diamonds.  But then she squared her shoulders and straightened in her seat.  “I’m fine without any jewels.”  His habit was to buy jewels for his mistresses and she wanted to be considered in a different capacity, separate from that part of his life.  She didn’t like what jewels represented in his mind. 
    His only response was a slight lifting of the corners of his mouth.  “So tell me about what you’ve done so far with regards to your investing.” 
    Her eyes flew up to his, wondering if he was patronizing her or if he genuinely wanted to know.  In the end, she accepted that he had to understand what she’d been doing in order for him to advise her on how to do things better, so she relented and started talking, explaining her strategy.  For the next hour, they went through her stocks, the reasons why she chose certain companies, why she didn’t choose others and numerous other questions.  He was thorough in his interrogation and she had to work hard to keep up with him. 
    When the plane landed in Rome, he held her hand as they descended the stairway.  Sasha walked next to him, wishing she could figure him out.  But he