Taken by the Greek Billionaire(10)

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.

Demetrious shook his head. “I don’t think so, Kleftisa.”

“You’re hurting me.”

He laughed. “I’d believe that from anyone else, but you? Any other woman would have fainted after the sort of punch I gave. But you just shook it off.”

She shrugged. It was true that the smack on her jaw had hurt but she’d had worse in her time and they hadn’t called her iron jaw when she was younger for nothing.

“There’s barely a mark on you,” he added. “Just a tiny bruise blossoming by your lovely, lying lips….”

She swallowed, the tone of his voice setting her senses on alert. His amazing eyes were fixed on her mouth and Penny couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to feel Demetrious lips on her. To see his passion explode as easily as his rage had. To see if the reality would live up to the fantasies. It would be no hardship to bed him. Not at all. And if she left him sated enough….

Penny bit down on her lip, right on the forming bruise. The pain was negligible though, maybe because of the adrenaline or maybe because of the overwhelming desire. She was more shocked by the direction her thoughts were taking. But she’d done worse in the past hadn’t she, and in truth she’d probably enjoy it. Probably? her mind whispered. More like definitely. She was already so aroused, despite the total weirdness of the situation. She could feel her nipples straining, her pussy aching. Adrenaline and sex all wrapped up in a Greek billionaire. It was the stuff erotic novels were born of—and Penny had plenty of them.