Taken by the Greek Billionaire(20)

Chapter Twelve





The moment the words left his lips, Sebastian wanted to take them back. Had he really just said that? Practically threatened her with prison if she didn’t continue to sleep with him? Yes, you did. Fuck.

But what else was there to do? He’d sat waiting whilst she used the bathroom, wondering what the hell he was going to do about the situation. Common sense had said take back his money and kick her out of his home with a dire warning never to return. But common sense seemed to be in short supply, and after the amazing sex of the night before all he could think was to find a way to keep her with him until he could sate the desires plaguing him.

The image of her bent over, rosy ass cheeks pert in front of him, her legs—which seemed to stretch easily in any direction he moved them—wrapped around his neck, her lips clenched around his cock-head, all those images flashed through his brain and though he knew it was all wrong in so many ways he wanted more. The plan formed before he could really think it through and now there it was, laid out before them and Sebastian was not surprised to see her eyes narrowing, filling with calculation. She did not seem shocked by his proposition. If anything it was as though she half expected it.

Again it was so fucking wrong! He was shocked, yet she wasn’t.

“I get to keep the two hundred grand?”

“You want to keep the money you stole?”

She shrugged. “That seems fair to me. If you’re going to keep me here as your sex slave, then at least I should be compensated for it.”

“Sex slave?” He spluttered on the words, because that was so far from what he meant. She wanted him, he knew she did. No woman could fake the passion that had flared between them night before. Sebastian had fucked more women than he could remember. He’d been wild in his youth. With all the money going to his head and the women throwing themselves at him, of course he’d taken advantage of the situation. Those times were long since past now, but he knew enough about the female anatomy to know when it was real. And what had passed between them last night was shockingly real. Sebastian wasn’t sure he’d ever felt anything like it. It had been simply amazing and he had to have more. Thinking with his dick? Yes, probably. No, certainly. But for once he wanted to do just that, to do and worry about the consequences after the fact. Again madness!

“And criminal consultant,” she added.

“Kleftisa, are you serious?”

She nodded. “Where money is concerned, Sebastian, I always am.”

He lifted a hand and tucked a finger under her chin, making her keep their eye contact. It irked him that she seemed able to gaze around the place freely without being drawn back to him. He couldn’t keep his fucking eyes off her. He noticed the bruise blossoming around her lip and felt guilt well up in him all over again. Slowly, he leant forward and placed a light kiss on it. The shiver that went through her body did not escape him and his excitement peaked. How he wanted her.

“Besides people pay big money to security consultants,” she added, “and God knows you need some help in that area. It was far too easy to get into your house.”

“The security consultant part I agree,” he said slowly. “That needs to be fixed but I’m not sure I like the way your thoughts are going in the other direction.”

“The sex slave part?”

“Yes.”

“That is what you’re saying though, Sebastian,” she said. “You’re telling me I have to stay here until you’ve fucked me enough. You want me, you want to have me, so you’ll have to pay for the privilege.”

“That is not what I meant!”

“No?” she chided. “You can go to prison or you can open your legs? Those were your words.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Sebastian paused, trying to order his thoughts, not an easy job when he was busy thinking with his cock. “That came out all wrong. Didn’t I already say it was too late to call the police? But I do want you, I will not deny that, and it is madness! I should not want you like this.”

“But you do?”

“Yes. I want to bury myself in you over and over. You excite me, Kleftisa.”

She smiled, and it lit up her eyes. Sebastian felt his heart give a little stutter and his dick harden. He wasn’t sure really which worried him more.

“I want you also,” she said after a moment. “More than seems sensible. So I will happily remain here fucking you until we tire of it. Happily. But I want that money.”

Pleasure throbbed through him at her words but it was swiftly followed by anger. “Is this another of your work areas then? Prostitution?” He bit the words out, shocked by the feelings surging through him. Why that thought should be so repugnant he didn’t know, but it was. The idea of her bedding man after man made him clench his fists. What did you expect, his mind whispered. She’s a thief who snuck into your home and rifled through your safe, and yet you tell her she has to remain until you tire of her. How can you predict her reactions? You know nothing about her.