Taken by the Greek Billionaire(8)

The shadow did not answer his question, hardly a surprise. It halted behind a large dresser, shaded so that Sebastian could see nothing but a lean outline. For moments their breathing was the only sound in the room, and then without warning the thief sprang at him. Shock did not hold Sebastian still for long. He ran forward, meeting the thief in the middle of the room. They collided and Sebastian felt the breath leave his body as a foot impacted with the hard muscles of his stomach. He spluttered but reached out just in time to grab a hold of the thief’s arm. Its other arm came up and smacked him hard on the jaw. Sebastian reeled, adrenaline flooding him again. The bastard. He smacked the thief back, triumph singing through him when the thief crumpled to the floor.

“You dare to break into my home?” he roared. He pulled the thief up, intending to give him another smack, enough to knock him out until he could call his security—something he should have already done he conceded. “To steal from me?”

A soft moan sounded and Sebastian paused. It couldn’t be…. He gripped the upper arms of the thief and dragged him up towards the hallway, shocked to realize his hands went all the way around, his fingers meeting on the other side. The thief’s body was limp, allowing Sebastian to move him with hardly any effort at all. At the entrance to the door Sebastian lifted the thief upright, shock fizzling through his gut. The moan, the trimness of the thief’s body…. Not he. She.

Because held in front of him, another moan escaping her, Sebastian could make out a figure that would stiffen any man’s cock. A magnificent pair of tits outlined under the black of her bodysuit, hips flaring outwards from a tiny waist…. He shook his head, unable to grasp what his eyes were telling him. “You’re a fucking woman!”

The thief went completely limp in his arms, her head lolling forward, and though he knew he shouldn’t, Sebastian felt guilt well up in him. To hit a woman? It went against every belief his parents had ever instilled in him. And he’d punched her with all the force he could muster. No wonder she was limp. No doubt he’d broken a jaw or something. Panic slithered through him, combined with the shock, outrage, and the adrenaline of mere seconds ago. For a moment he was lost, unsure what to do.

She moaned again.

“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, then shook himself inwardly. For fucks sake she was a thief! She’d been stealing from him. Had she been a man he wouldn’t have cared, but because she was female he felt bad about subduing her. “I’m sorry,” he repeated again, giving her a little shake, hoping to wake her up. “But you shouldn’t have—”

His words were cut short when a knee hit directly between his legs. Sebastian turned slightly, deflecting the worst of it, but still it was enough. He lost his grip on her arms, stumbled, and allowed her enough room to pull herself free. “You fucking bitch.”

“Language, sweetie,” the woman said, the soft moans no more, and then she was gone, out the door, racing along the hallway that ran the length of his home.

Sebastian coughed and lifted himself to his feet. Pain radiated through his cock. He pulled his Blackberry from his pocket and keyed in a number. A series of rapid fire instructions were shouted down the phone, and then he was out the door himself following her.

Her saw one shapely leg turn the corner of the corridor before she disappeared. Theos! The little bitch! Sebastian could hardly believe it. To break into his home and then trick him, make him feel guilty for hitting her. She was fine! No one with a broken jaw could run that fast. He winced as his balls throbbed, his stomach muscles aching intolerably. She would pay for this, damn her.

He halted at the top of the stairs wondering which way she might have gone, left or right? Down or not? Not out the front door that was for sure, it was in plain sight of the other houses on his exclusive street. No, out the back then. Sebastian whirred around, straight into one of the upper rooms, a sort of loft area, where a spiral staircase led directly into the library—which just happened to be right next to the other staircase, the one that years ago would have been used by servants.

He moved as lightly as possible down the spiral staircase, past the stacks, pushed open the library door…and barreled straight into his thief.

A shocked ‘ooomph’ filled the air and Sebastian steadied himself on the banister before looking down at the figure splayed across the floor. Her long legs were mere inches from his feet, her arms out in front of her, a heavy waist bag skidding to a halt a few yards away. As he watched, she lifted herself onto her elbows and shook her head.

Caught. The thought echoed through his mind and a weird sort of satisfaction filled him. He would make an example of her, make sure the world knew what happened to people who tried to steal from him. Female or bloody not!