Taken by the Pirate Billionaire(11)

She wasn't wearing any panties, and he knew if he flexed his hips there was a good chance he'd almost enter her.

Shit. Almost wasn't good enough.

"What is it you want, Renee?"



"You know what I want."



He gave a slow smile. "Well then bring your pretty pussy to my mouth, sweetheart, and I'll give it to you."



Her cheeks flamed and her mouth flapped. "That's not what I meant."

"Are you sure?"



She definitely wanted it, by the small little moan she made.

"I want to suck on your tits," he commanded. "Come up here, sweetheart. Now."



His words were shocking and pretty much on the vulgar side, and yet  Renee eased up his body anyway until her breast was above his mouth.

He parted his lips and sucked her inside, sending pleasure rocketing through her.

Why was she obeying him? Wasn't she supposed to be in charge?

Maybe. Maybe not.

Her breathing grew heavy as his tongue flicked the tip of her nipple.  She glanced down and met his cocky gaze, and felt the first stirring of  unease.         

     



 

He seemed awfully alert for someone who had drunk wine laced with sleeping pills.

She tried to pull away, but his teeth closed tighter around her flesh.  Everything started to spin as pleasure assailed her. Even with him tied  down, she felt her control of the situation slipping away.

With a laugh he released her nipple and stared up at her.

"Just admit you're a pirate," she whispered and lowered herself a bit so the tip of him slipped just inside her body.

Bad, Renee, he needs to wear a condom.

She had to close her eyes for a moment, savor the sensation of just  having him barely inside her. When she tried to open her eyes again she  realized it took more effort.

Devon watched her, the pleasure was gone from his narrowed eyes and his smile seemed awfully cold.

"How are you feeling, Miss Hawkins?"

"How am I feeling?" she repeated, shaking her head trying to clear it  from its sudden fog. "What do you mean how am I feeling, how are you  feeling?"

Renee slid off of his body and staggered to her feet. God, what was going on with her? She could barely form a sentence.

"You look a little tired, Renee, are you feeling all right?" Devon threw her own words back at her.

Oh fuck. She went numb. "You switched wines?"



He didn't answer, but his silence confirmed her guess.

"Dammit, there were two pills," she mumbled.

He frowned. "Two pills? That's a bit irresponsible of you, wasn't it? What were you thi-"

"No lectures, asshole." Two pills may not have much effect on someone  his size, but it would knock her out and hard. No wonder she felt so  sluggish.

How much time did she have? How long ago had she drank it? She grabbed  her purse and stumbled towards the door. At least Devon was tied up.  That'd give her a few minutes.

"I really don't think you should drive, sweetheart."

Renee gave him the finger, though it might've been a more of a thumb's up, as she ran out of his room and down the hall.

Now that she knew she'd been the one drugged, her mind did the whole psychological bit and she started to feel more out of it.

She pulled open the front door and hurried out, tripping on her own feet.

She shook her head, trying to clear the muddiness as she swung open the  door to her car. If she could only drive a few blocks, pull off into an  alley or something.

Get the hell away from here.

Renee dug into her purse for her keys and came up empty.

"Shit." She tried to keep her eyes open. It felt as if there were  ten-pound weights on each eyelid. "Where the hell are my keys?"

He'd taken them out of her purse. Probably had known she'd try and run.

She rolled her head to the left and saw the front door swing open. It  must have been an illusion-Devon striding across the yard toward her. It  couldn't be him, because he was tied up still.

God, it was so hard to not shut her eyes. She just needed to close them for a second.

Just for one little...





Chapter Eleven



How much did she drink last night?

Renee groaned, struggling to surface from the grogginess. She reached a  hand up to rub her forehead, but her wrist only went so far. She opened  her eyes and stared into blackness.

Her throat locked and she flailed, trying to move her arms and legs.  Panic sliced through her as she remembered all the little details before  everything had gone to black.

And now, she was clearly restrained in some kind of fur-lined bondage.  Her legs were spread-eagled, and her arms were tied to each side of the  bedpost.

An alarmed whimper escaped her dry mouth.

"Ah, sweetheart, you're awake."



Renee turned towards the sound of his voice. "Untie me."



"It's not really a matter of tying, sweetheart. I've used other methods."



Her pulse jumped. "Take off the blindfold."



"Not just yet." His footsteps moved across the room towards her and she jerked again at the straps, desperate to free herself.

"Release me, Devon," she begged. "This isn't funny."



"Was it funny when you put pills in my wine and then tied me up?"



She drew her lip between her teeth and whispered, "That was different. I wasn't going to hurt you."         

     



 



"Is that what you're worried about, Renee? That I'm going to hurt you?"



Something soft tickled across her breasts until her nipples hardened.

"I love it when they do that." Devon circled what must have been a  feather over the taut peaks. "You really have the prettiest nipples."

Renee gave a frustrated cry, trying not to feel anything except the need  to get away, but she struggled with every trace of the feather.

The feather moved down around her belly button, and then lightly over the cleft in between her legs.

"And tell me, sweetheart, why are you so curious about my ancestors? And jewelry that I may or may not own?"

She closed her mouth, refusing to say anything more as his tongue dipped into her belly button.

"Not going to talk, are you? There's ways to make you talk, Renee."

"Really? That's a little cliché, don't you think?" She gave a harsh  laugh that turned into a gasp as his tongue stroked wet and warm between  her legs.

"No more cliché than when you did it to me. How quickly you forget." He  gave a low, sensual laugh. "Besides, maybe I just enjoy tasting you."

She moaned as he did just that again.

Being blindfolded made his every touch even more stimulating and  exciting. She tried to close her thighs to his probing tongue, but the  restraints prevented her.

Then his tongue retreated-to her surprising disappointment-and the bed sunk down. She could feel Devon's body heat next to her.

He traced a finger between her legs. "Your body knows me now, Renee. It responds to my touch so quickly."

Renee groaned, the combination of his words and his touch almost undoing her.

"Please," she whispered.

"Which form of release do you beg for now, I wonder?" Lazy amusement tinged his words.

"From these straps. Whatever they are." Okay, that was a bit of a lie.  Right now she wanted to come so badly her body was literally shaking  from it.

He pressed a finger slowly inside her, and she expelled her breath on a ragged sigh.

"Is that why you crashed my party? To steal something I don't even own?"

"You own it," she whispered, drugged by lust now, "you have to."

"I want you to tell me exactly why you're so concerned about my family history and our belongings."

She shook her head and pulled at her restraints, but she quickly went  still as he pulled his finger from her sheath, up the crevice of her  bottom, circling the tiny hole there.

"Renee?"

She couldn't answer as he pushed the finger, coated with her juices,  into her. He moved the finger deeper into her ass and she felt his  breath between her legs. Then, before she could protest, he started  licking her again.

Renee squirmed against her restraints, completely helpless to his seductive invasion.

"Answer me, Renee."

His tongue moved onto her clitoris and she gave a strangled cry. He circled the bud until she moaned out in frustration.

"Tell me," he asked again, between licks.

God, she would have been a terrible spy.

"You have a brooch that belonged to my ancestor." She gasped, tossing  her head back and forth on the pillow. "It was stolen by one of your  ancestors who was a pirate. Now either release me, or give me an  orgasm!"

The silence that followed made her think that he was either shocked by  her news, or figuring out another way to lie to her. She wished she  could see his face.

"Darren Murray stole from your family?" He sounded intrigued, but not necessarily guilty.

She made a sound of triumph, momentarily forgetting her arousal. "I knew you descended from him!"

"I never said I wasn't."

"And you're as notorious as him." Could she sound anymore childish? She  knew it was only brought on by embarrassment and sexual frustration.

"Yes, I suppose I am," he murmured. "And my poor Renee is very aggravated. Is there something I can do for you, sweetheart?"