Taken by the Greek Billionaire(14)

Lust pure and simple. The explosive kind. He acknowledged the thought and accepted it. Even though she’d broken into his home, even though she was a criminal, a thief, he had to have her—it was primal, chemical, it was already decided. He could have handed her over to the police long ago. Instead he’d held off, grabbed at some self control and tried to think it through.

Only one thought remained despite all that. Fuck her until she screamed. It was inescapable, and maybe he’d get the information he needed whilst he did so.





Chapter Nine





The ties were secured to the bed in some sort of intricate knot Penny was unfamiliar with. She twisted her flexible body and tried to hook her hands around the back of the knot but it was pointless. She was stuck, laid out like some sort of sacrificial victim with her legs splayed, chest thrusting upwards. Of course there were worse places to be stuck in normal circumstances than a fancy room in a huge and far too comfortable bed, but this was far from normal. How many times did she find herself in a multi-million pound house after both trying to steal from and then being kissed senseless by the hottest man she’d ever met? Well never. Of course he did then reject you.

She scowled. Yes, Sebastian it seemed had better self control than she had, or more awareness of just how fucked up the situation was. Because it so was. He’d been gone for over a half hour and she’d had plenty of time to think about it as she struggled against her bindings.

He should have had her arrested immediately but he hadn’t. They’d kissed and everything had changed, just as she’d hoped, only now…. She had no idea why he’d backed away or what he was doing. Not calling the police at least, that she was sure of simply because they’d have arrived by now and cuffed her. But if he wasn’t calling the police what was he doing? She shifted on the bed and tugged at the knots again. They did not give, though she hadn’t expected them to. How long was he going to leave her here for? And more to the point what was he going to do when he finally came back?

The door opened with a sharp click answering her question and Penny inhaled quickly, her whole body stiffening. Demetrious.

He entered the room looking like some sort of Greek God, all lean muscles and seething testosterone. He was simply too attractive to be true she thought and without any effort he pressed every single one of her buttons. It seemed almost like her desire had a mind of its own. No wonder she was almost forgetting the very reason she was in his house. But she repeated those reasons now in an effort to grab at some control. To steal his money. To buy The Point. For your sisters and all the others….

“You look quite magnificent laid out like that,” were his first words.

“The Greek returns at last,” she hissed, though the hiss may have been a bit pathetic considering she was already practically panting for him, imaging the view flipped from his perspective.

He laughed. “Miss me, Kleftisa?”

“Oh, of course.”

“So what are we going to do with you?” he asked, shutting—and locking—the door behind him.

She tensed around the knots as he pocketed the key and made his way over to the bed. “You can untie me for a start.”

“Not sure I should risk it though.”

“My arms are hurting,” she lied, trying to make her voice seem small and weak.

“I doubt that.”

Damn it. “If you untie me I promise to behave.”

He laughed. “How much are your promises worth though? Not a lot I suspect. And, Kleftisa, I certainly won’t be underestimating you,” he said. “I get the feeling I give you just an inch and you’d make a run for it.”

“Make a run for it? Hardly. You’ve locked the door and if you recall I was behaving myself perfectly before you tied me to the bed!”

He stepped closer to the bed and she couldn’t help but notice his hair was falling over his eyes. He pushed the locks back with an impatient hand and her chest gave a little stutter. “That you were.”

“Besides,” Penny added. “I always keep my promises.”

He sat down on the very edge of the bed and already his scent was teasing her nostrils. Her chest stuttered again.

“I’ll remember that. So if I untie them then what?” he asked, leaning forward and running a long finger along her inner arm.

She shivered from the contact. “I’ll stay right where I am.”

The finger trailed down her arm, brushing the side of her breast and then her ribs. His gaze found hers and held it, causing her to exhale shakily. “Right where you are?”

The finger made its way to her stomach and circled her belly button before lowering towards her pelvis. Even through the thin fabric of her bodysuit if felt like a trail of fire and her nipples hardened.