Taken by the Pirate Billionaire(12)

"You are such an asshole." She jerked against her restraints again. "And I'm not yours."

"Aren't you?" he asked softly, before he buried his tongue in her.         

     



 

She was screaming, lifting her hips as much as she could to meet his  mouth. He began sucking on her clit and thrusting his fingers inside  her.

She came so hard she was sobbing and limp on the bed. Before she could  recover Devon's cock was inside her, and he thrust to the hilt. She  couldn't do anything but lie there and take him, feeling him stretching  her, filling her.

"Yes. You are mine." His mouth covered hers, silencing her denials. His tongue delved past her teeth to find hers.

Renee melted against him, knowing he was right. Somewhere along the way  everything had changed. This went so much deeper than just casual sex.  No other man had ever made her feel like this-she doubted any other  would ever be able to do so.

She was tied up, blindfolded, and being ravished just as he'd teased her  about, and she loved all of it and craved more. But she'd never admit  that to him.

Instead she kissed him back, taking control with the only part of her  body she was allowed to use. She curled her tongue around his, sucking  hard and tasting herself.

Devon's thrusts became faster and harder, causing her body to jerk  against her restraints. The continuous pressure of his pelvis against  her clitoris brought her to climax again. Lights flashed in her head and  her heart galloped with adrenaline. She moaned as he buried himself  deep and stayed there.

He groaned as he came, before collapsing to rest on top of her, nuzzling her neck and whispering her name.





Chapter Twelve



Devon removed the restraints and blindfold a few minutes later and then  lay down beside her. Although Renee hadn't been in them very long, she  made a big show of rubbing her wrists.

He hid a smile. She'd enjoyed the experience, despite what she'd  otherwise say. He was also relieved to find out that she wasn't some  nosy reporter or perhaps someone with even more cynical intentions.

No, his adorable Renee had only been out to avenge a centuries old  robbery. Not that he was convinced her story was real. Although it could  have been-supposedly Darren Murray had been a really corrupt bastard.

"How did you untie yourself from the bed?" she asked.

"Tying knots isn't your forte. But I have a book on bondage if you'd like to borrow it."

She flushed. "I'll pass. So, what happens now?"

Her question surprised him, and he glanced over to find her relaxed and  reclined on the pillows with an arm behind her head. All she needed was a  cigarette, she looked that content.

He raised an eyebrow in a silent request for her to elaborate.

"Are you going to call the police on me?" She crossed one ankle over another.

"Of course not." Devon did laugh now. "Besides, what would I tell them,  sweetheart? That you have a hair up your butt over a brooch that may or  may not exist?"

Her eyes narrowed as she watched him. "It does exist. I have an antique  diary that describes it and points a finger at your ancestor for having  taken it."

"Really? Now that is intriguing. Do you have the diary on you?"

"No, do I look stupid?"

He gave a lazy smile. "You tried to drug me. Do you really want me to answer that?"

Renee stared at him for a moment, before she dropped her gaze. "Why do you have sex parties?"

The change of subject didn't surprise him as much as the question itself.

"It started as an experiment back in college. A few friends and I had a  gothic themed party that ended up with pretty serious sexual  undertones."

"You, gothic?" She arched a brow. "I can't imagine."

He went on without acknowledging her sarcasm. "The party was quite a  hit, so we continued to have one annually. Eventually I left college and  returned home to the estate. But I saw no reason to not continue the  parties. It's a once a year opportunity for all fantasies to come to  life. All inhibitions to be dropped. I'm discreet about who I invite,  and the whole affair is very covert."

"And the invited just happen to be rich and famous," Renee murmured. "Then again you're a wealthy man, Devon."

"I am. Darren pillaged well for his family," he replied, knowing it  would aggravate her more. "Not to mention I made a few bucks off of  Overshare."         

     



 

The color in her cheeks rose. "And I suppose the party's also a  convenient excuse for you to have kinky sex with half of the town?"

Was it possible she was the tiniest bit jealous?

"To be honest, I haven't participated in any of my parties in probably  five years. I equate it to having too much candy after Halloween and  then not wanting any more sugar for a while."

Renee looked shocked. "You haven't had sex in five years?"

He gave a brief smile. "I'm not a monk, Renee. Let's just say I've been very selective about whom I take to my bed."

"So I should be flattered?"

He traced a finger over her frowning mouth. "Yes, in a way you should."

She nipped at his finger, but seemed pleased by what he'd told her.

"How come you didn't try the whole Dom thing on me? I half expected you  to haul me off to some sexual dungeon the night of the party."

Devon laughed. "Sorry, no dungeon. I outgrew the sadomasochism scene.  Like I said, it was a college thing. But the guests at my party are  encouraged to experience or play in any manner they desire-so long as  it's not too violent or dangerous. I provide a very discreet, and  private, environment. I hand pick who is invited to my parties."

"Hmm."



"Which is why I wasn't pleased to see you crashing it." He paused and  gave her a considering look. "I'd like to see the diary, Renee. Will you  let me?"



She sat up, and her hair spilled down over her breasts. Dark nipples  peeked through the wavy strands. Devon's eyes lingered on the sensual  sight.

"Are you sticking to the story that you know nothing about the brooch?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you."



She gave a distressed little moan and bit her lip.

He lifted his gaze, catching her agitated expression. "Why do you want it? Is it a money issue?"

"I..." She hesitated and then sighed. "Yes, it's a money issue, but not for me."

"Your doggy daycare?"

"You know what I do?" She shook her head and grimaced. "Wait, of course you do. How silly of me."

"I think what you do is charming." And he meant it.

"I don't know if it's charming." Her nose wrinkled. "I just love dogs,  and I got tired of sacrificing my life to the corporate world. So a year  ago I decided to go into the pet sitting business with my boyfriend."

He went still. "Boyfriend?"

"Ex, sorry." She waved her hand and went on. "Anyway, we were doing  great and starting to turn a profit, and then Joey and I started having  problems. When I ended things, he didn't much appreciate it."

The tension in his body dissipated some. "What happened next?"

"Joey quit, stole my list of clients and then opened his own business. He charges twenty bucks less a day."

"And all your customers abandoned you for him, so now you're stuck with no income?"

"No, I'm holding my own. People went to him for the discount, but preferred me in the end."

"Only an idiot wouldn't." He pulled out his most charming smile, but it went right over her head.

"So, no, it's not me with the money issues, but my grandparents. They  raised me, and they're in danger of losing their house. I'm trying to  help get the money to pay it off."

"By stealing something from me."

Shame flashed across her face. "I'm sorry Devon. I didn't want to break  into your home and steal the brooch. It just seemed like a good plan at  the time, because I knew it had once been in my family. It would serve  me right if you did turn me over to the police. Any other person  probably would have by now."

"I'd rather keep you for myself." Devon reached out to graze his knuckle  over one of her nipples. "Will you bring the diary over for me to look  at? There may be some clues you've missed."

"I'm not gonna lie. I've missed a lot. It's kind of illegible." She  stared at him skeptically. "You'd really want to help me with it? After  everything I've done to you?"         

     



 

"You haven't done a whole lot to me, except blowing my mind in bed." He  gave a faint smile. "This diary situation involves both of our  families." He moved his hand down to stroke the curve of her hip. "I'm  intrigued. Also it may explain why you seem so familiar to me."

Her brows drew together. "I seem familiar to you? How so?"

"Mmm hmm," He traced his fingers off her hip and onto the soft curve of  her stomach. "I can't place it, but it's almost like... I knew you when I  saw you."