Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon(53)
“This.” He waved a hand towards Rimeria’s office block. “You and him.”
“Me and him what?”
“It clearly did not take you long to find yourself another protector,” he snapped, goaded into divulging his thoughts, his chest burning at the thought.
She gaped. “That is not what I was doing!”
“Do not lie to me! What other reason could you have for visiting Dominic?”
“Andros—”
The rage expanded even further as she spoke his name. How many times had he heard it falling from her lips as he plunged his dick inside of her? How many times had he made her sigh and scream, and for her to forget all that so fucking quickly!
“I will not be made a laughing stock,” he grated, grasping her arm again. “I know that man; we have done business together on numerous occasions.”
“And?” she snapped.
“And he must have been aware at some point that you and I were together,” Andros roared.
“Why would he be?” Lyra asked.
“London is not a big city. Not in circles like ours.”
“Yours you mean. It’s not my circle anymore.” She threw her bag over her shoulder, pulled her arm free again, and shot him a look he couldn’t begin to decipher. Not in his present mood at least. “You didn’t want me in it,” she whispered, and then she turned and, she fucking strode off.
Panic hit. Andros cursed. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“I’m leaving,” she said, and he marveled that her voice was so cool. “I have things to do. It was nice seeing you again, Andros. You’re looking very tanned.”
“You are going nowhere.”
She turned slightly, shooting him a taunting look. It was the old Lyra he remembered, and his heart raced painfully. “And you’ll be stopping me how?”
“You need to even ask? Stay right where you are,” he demanded. “We need to talk.”
She did not stop walking. “You said everything you needed to say, I think. I heard it all, and it finished with something like goodbye.”
“Not goodbye.”
“It certainly felt like that way to me.
He growled. “It was...I was…come…”
“Come where?”
“Home with me,” Andros said, and realized the moment he did so that the suggestion made perfect sense. “Now.”
At those words, Lyra did halt in the street, turning on the spot, and sending him a nasty look. “How about fuck off?”
The rage combined with the desire, and neither one of them were helping to keep Andros in check. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
She gaped. “Are you even serious?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“You can’t order me around,” she said.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “What choice do I have? You clearly cannot be trusted by yourself.”
“Huh?”
“You need a fucking man, you come to me,” he roared. The thought of Rimeria, or anyone for that matter, touching and kissing her skin was unbearable. He’d never let himself think about it before. But now it was all he could think of. “You do not go to anyone else.”
“You’ve been gone for months,” Lyra hissed.
“I have been busy.”
“You let me go.”
“I had no choice.”
She glared some more. “Fuck off, Andros.”
And then she was walking away again, and Andros felt his options minimize until only one remained. Really, what choice did he have? She clearly was not going to listen until he made her. The fact that he had let her go? The fact that he had been gone for months? None of that mattered to Andros in that moment. Lyra was next to him. He could practically feel the heat coming off her body, feel the tension swirling and arching between them, just like it had in Junction Twenty, all those months ago. He didn’t think on it further. He simply stepped forward, grabbed her arm, turned her, and slung her over his shoulder.
She gasped, spluttered, cried out. “Put me down. Immediately!”
“Screaming will help no one,” he stated as he strode across the road. “You’re coming with me.”#p#分页标题#e#
“No.”
He released her when they were across the road, but stepped forward so that her back was against the door of his vehicle. Larsson was nowhere to be seen, probably waiting to drive them away. For one wild moment, Andros wondered what his longtime friend thought about the situation, or the madness that even now held him in its grip.
“Get in the car, Rossa,” he snapped. “Or so help me…”