Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon(23)

He frowned and took the hem of the tee with both hands. “I can’t do that. In fact, I have already ordered a full background check on you. I simply need your date of birth to finish it.”

“Why?”

Her tee came off in one move and he flung it aside so that it disappeared over the back of the couch. “I am a rich man. You could be planning to extort me or to kidnap me.”

His hands were on her breasts now and Lyra gasped as she arched her back. “And I know exactly where I would take you, and exactly what I would do with you once there.”

He rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger, teasing them into stiff peaks. “If we are going to be spending time together I need to be sure you are who you say you are.”

“Fine.” She muttered her date of birth, fidgeting on the couch, her pussy wet and waiting.

“You’re twenty-five,” Andros said, leaving her breasts and moving around the sofa so that he was knelt in front of her.

“Yep.”

The sound of his zipper was stark. A moment later and his dick was throbbing in his hand. Lyra almost moaned when she saw it, was on the point of begging him to just put it in her.

“I am thirty-six.”

“I know,” she sighed, shifting forward a little so that she was balanced on the edge of the couch.

His mouth twisted a little. “No doubt. I would say too old for you, but I suspect that is not the case.”

She shifted a little more, but Andros didn’t move inside of her. Instead he stroked himself, his big hand moving up and down his shaft. “How so?”

“You are old for your years, I think.”

“That is truer than you know. Now fuck me already.”

He reached around into his back pocket, and pulled out a condom. Lyra took it from him with shaky hands, desperate to get it rolled on.

“Ah…I will finish the security check,” he said as she began putting it on him. “Make sure all is as it should be.”

Lyra sighed, and her desire clouded a little as she thought of what exactly that security check would show. Her, living alone in the little flat on the estate, because as the oldest sister it was in her name, so her sisters wouldn’t even come into it. It would maybe show a string of jobs too, at least the ones that had been on record. A shitty school report, and then all the way back…to the dark days. Her stomach clenched as she thought about them, about what Andros might think. But there was no point in hiding the past, in trying to pretend she was something she wasn’t. Her poor start in life was not her fault, though the fact she had never been adopted might have been. There’d been plenty of prospective parents over the years, and though Lyra had so wanted to be put in a settled home, she had simply never connected with any of them.

Rude. Attitude. Issues with authority figures.

Those words were bound to be stamped over a file somewhere, and though it pained Lyra slightly, if a security check was what Andros needed then a check he would have.

“Lyra?” he prompted and she nodded slowly.

A moment later and he sunk inside of her. It felt like coming home, like it had been too long since he was inside her walls. Like it was right.

Their sex was fast and furious, hard and dirty. Andros was no doubt still angry that he’d been maneuvered into a position he didn’t entirely want, and Lyra? She wasn’t even sure where her head was at. In that moment it didn’t much matter.

When they finally finished, panting in each other’s arms, their skins slick with sweat, Lyra lifted her head and placed a very light kiss on Andros’ lips. They were soft and suckable, and she felt her heart thud from the contact.#p#分页标题#e#

“When you get the results,” she whispered against them, “of the security check, I want you to remember what I said to you last night.”

He kissed her back, before easing slowly out. “Which bit?”

In for a penny in for a pound. “The bit about a girl stuck in poverty,” Lyra said, “and how she might behave to get herself out of it.”

“I do not understand.”

“You will,” she sighed, her body aching in a million different ways. “And you need to remember one thing above everything else.”

“Yes?”

“That it is not the Regency times and unfortunately poverty is very seldom genteel.’”





Chapter Ten



“This place is amazing.”

Andros looked around the large room trying to see exactly what had gotten Lyra so excited. From the moment they’d arrived, she’d skipped around, a smile making her dimple peek out, complimenting pretty much everything she saw. To him the apartment was okay, basic, passable, and certainly he’d lived in far worse, but those memories were distant now. For the last decade, he had surrounded himself with wide spaces. Huge town houses, wide, sweeping villas…and yet, had he not been excited when he walked into the first home he’d lived in with more than one room? Her reaction reminded him a little of how he’d felt back then, all those years ago.