“Uh huh.”
“The only place you’ll be going is to the local prison,” he grated. “And once there, I will find out exactly how you got around my security.”
The thief laughed. “Sweetie, a ten year old could have got round it. Not exactly difficult.”
“You’ve been here before.” As soon as he said the words they made sense. She knew the layout, the timing of his security sweeps. Everything. That was the only way to explain her presence. “Or someone you know has.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Yes, he would. Sebastian moved quickly, pinning her beneath him on the cold tiles of the lobby. She wiggled and shrieked but he took no notice. He could feel the heat of her body beneath him, in direct contrast to his surroundings. Her nipples brushed against his chest, her cat eyes spitting fire. A thief, his mind chanted. A thief.
He knew it but in one smooth move he removed her balaclava anyway, unable to deny the urge any longer. And then…then everything changed.
Chapter Five
She was in the shit. There was no getting around that right now. In fact it would be true to say she was pretty much fucked. So surely Penny thought she should have other things on her mind right now than those that were currently moving at light speed through her neurons. Police, prison, and such. But no, pinned underneath the hard body of one Sebastian Demetrious all Penny could seem to focus on was the fact that his cock was fairly beating against her stomach. It was like her fantasies comes to life and she couldn’t quite get her head around it. She was aroused. That made a weird sort of sense, because how many times had she strummed herself to orgasm with his image in her mind? So of course confronted with the man himself it was bound to flare up. But then there was him, the Greek and he was aroused too. Which didn’t make any sort of sense.
She wiggled beneath him, attempting to move him a little but he gave her no room. She’d taken him by surprise in the safe room, and knew that was the only reason she’d managed to land not only a perfect roundhouse kick but a decent smack on the jaw. He was in control now though. Penny doubted she’d get such an opportunity again.
He maneuvered her so that both of her wrists were held by just one of his hands and Penny was surprised by his strength. No wilting flower herself she could hold her own with pretty much anyone, but he held her as if she weighed no more than a child.
He gripped the bottom of her balaclava and Penny cursed. She caught his gaze and narrowed her eyes, promising all sorts of retribution she was in absolutely no position to deliver. It made no difference.
Demetrious removed the material and tossed it aside. His eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and he shook his head slightly. Shock was stamped across his features, clear and obvious.
Penny wondered what the hell was going on.
“Dear God….” he breathed.
She glared, unable to stop herself from asking, “What?”
“You’re….”
“What?” she demanded again.
Demetrious opened his mouth and closed it again. “You’re a thief,” he said after a moment.
She raised her eyebrows, gave another wiggle, her thighs brushing his sides, but achieved nothing. “I thought we’d already established that?”
“But that makes no sense.”
“How so?”
“You’re stunning.”
She laughed. She couldn’t help herself. Of all the things she’d expected him to say! Penny knew what she looked like, as did her sisters. They were all very attractive in their own ways. They knew that without any sort of conceit. In their world though, before now, their looks had been more of a burden than an asset. Especially since they’d all looked the same since they were thirteen or so….
“Stunning,” he repeated again.
Her laugh trailed away and her mind abruptly jumped to how best she could exploit Demetrious’ obvious admiration. She couldn’t help it. It was the way her mind was wired. “What no pretty thieves in your world?” she asked, wiggling again.
“There are no thieves in my world at all,” he grated but she was sure his erection had grown even harder.
“Until tonight.”
“No,” he agreed with a growl. “Until tonight.”
Another wiggle and their faces were mere inches apart. Penny could see the exact shade of his eyes and realized that his picture had not done him justice is in that regard. They were the deepest brown she’d ever seen. Like rich whisky.
She sucked in a shaky breath, aware that her nipples had hardened through the thin fabric of her bodysuit. She felt ever so slightly dizzy, and couldn’t quite work out if it was from the adrenaline or from Demetrious’ proximity. The fact that he was lying right on top of her, pinning her down, his dick throbbing against her. But that was ridiculous! She had more important things to think about than sex, damn it. Rachel, Lyra, the mission. The thoughts whispered through her mind and she wrenched her wrists.