Taken by the Greek Billionaire(22)

“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.

She shrugged, her cat eyes narrowing. “Not yet, but I’m willing to be flexible.”

“You need the money that badly?”

“Of course. This isn’t a hobby for me you know. I don’t just rob people for the fun of it. I do it because I need the cash.”

“Well yes, but—”

“You wouldn’t get that though,” she continued, and he saw the truth in her eyes. “You’re so rich you’ve never had to worry about such things, but I need that cash and if that means I have to sell myself to you to get it so be it.”

“Sell yourself.” Sebastian stood up abruptly, unable to remain still. He was angry and edgy and he had no idea what the hell he was doing. He could have any woman he wanted for fucks sake. He did not have to stoop to paying a woman to share his bed! And yet here he was contemplating doing just that.

“I’m a realistic woman, Sebastian,” she continued. “I do what needs to be done. So here is my plan. You give me that two hundred grand and promise me that you will not call the police. In return I’ll remain here with you for as long as you require. I’ll tell you how I got round your security systems and fuck you senseless whenever you require, however you require.”