Taken by the Greek Billionaire(11)

Sebastian had kissed her in a way Penny had never been kissed before—almost like he was trying to consume her and she didn’t know what to make of it. More than anything she wished she could call Lyra and ask her advice. Lyra would know what the odd desires thrumming through her body were. Lyra would understand. But Lyra was busy chasing her prey and Penny was alone.

Taking a deep breath she scooted up the mattress, her hands splayed on the bed, her legs lifted but not open. If anything they were clenched a little too tightly together. You’re nervous, her mind whispered. Nervous. Because this wasn’t going to be just a fuck like all the others, and there had been a few in her time. Penny knew instinctively that whatever was about to happen in this room was going to change her fundamentally. Sebastian was going to awake something inside of her that was inescapable. Dear God what was she doing?

By the time we’re through, Demetrious, you’ll never look at sex the same way again. Her own words repeated in her mind, bold words. The sort Demetrious would expect from a woman like her and she meant them. Hell she meant them but she suspected the reverse was going to be equally as true.

“I want to strip that bodysuit from you,” Sebastian said, interrupting her frantic thoughts. “I want you naked beneath me. I want to know if your body is as lush as I think it’s going to be.”

“And if its not?”

“The face will more than make up for it.”

Penny blushed, a hot sweep of color all the way up her body. He was so damn gorgeous. Hadn’t she been thinking that for so long just based on his picture? But his presence impacted her in a way she hadn’t expected. Commanding, imposing, everything about him screamed alpha male. Maybe it was that screwing with her thought processes, making her ignore the danger she was so clearly in? Or maybe it was just him.

Whatever it takes, she thought again but wasn’t it just a damn lie to suggest that this was just a way of getting her freedom. It was so much more than that already. You want him so much, her mind whispered. And you can have him. You can! So ignore everything else right now. Just ignore it and take him!

“What are you waiting for then?” The words slipped from her lips and satisfaction filled her as his eyes narrowed, and if anything it looked as though his erection grew harder. “Come get it.”

Demetrious nodded slowly and reached up to tug the tie from his neck. He reached but didn't actually remove it. “You are beautiful,” he said. "Stunning.”

Penny had been told those same words more times than she could count but in his accent, with that look in his eyes...she shivered.

“And devious.”

Huh?

“Calculating. Lying. You're a thief.”

Her head spun from the rapid stunning to calculating. And thief? Hadn't they just established that? “Yes....”

“Nobody has ever breached my security before,” he continued. “Only you.”

The conversation was not going in the way she'd anticipated. Hell she hadn't thought they'd even be talking anymore! Had he changed his mind? Penny frowned and tilted her head. His cock was as stiff as ever. He was breathing rapidly—though that might be because he carried her, fireman style, up a flight of stairs—but.... Her stomach dropped and automatically she clenched her fists. The langorous, slighty dazed look she'd seen in his eyes as she stroked his cock was gone, replaced now by something she could only describe as a steely sort of determination.

Oh shit. “Sebastian,” she began, but he cut her off, slashing a hand through the air.

“It's interesting that you know my full name. You have done your research.”

Penny shrugged, trying to look relaxed, to project the right air to him, an unrepentant thief and a slightly slutty one at that. It was what he expected after all and she'd long since learned that in their world it was easier, and safer, not to fly against the norm—not outwardly at least. “Of course I have. I always like to be prepared. Let me see....” She scooted to the very top of the bed—ignoring the ache between her legs and the racing of her heart as she did so—crossed her legs, and lifted a finger. “Sebastian Nicolaides Demetrious. Billionaire finance guru.” Another finger. “This is only one of your five houses, though why you need five....” And another finger. “And tonight you should have been at Lady Felicity Mainwright Williams' party.”

He scowled. “The perfect time for your heist.”

“Yes. But let's not talk about that right now...you were about to undo your tie?”

The scowl deepened. “Fucking you right now....” He shook his head. “Is far from a good idea.”