Taken by the Greek Billionaire (10 page)

She stood up and sauntered—yes sauntered toward him—a seductive
smile curving her perfect lips. She halted bare inches from him and dropped the
robe. It pooled at her feet, leaving her naked before him. Her nipples were
already hard, thrusting out, their pink tips begging him to nibble them. Her
skin was flushed and he could see the marks of their passion liberally spread
across her chest and belly. His gaze travelled lower down to her black curls,
which were already glistening. How he wanted her.
Mania.
 

“So tell me,” she whispered, reaching out to his zipper. “What would
you like to do with me first?”

Chapter Thirteen

What would he do with her
first?
Penny watched as Sebastian clenched and
unclenched his fists—possibly trying to draw at the control which seemed to be
sadly lacking for both of them. She stood still, waiting for him to make a
decision which was going to affect both their lives in a way neither of them
could have expected a handful of hours ago.
 
Madness.
There was nothing else to explain the
passion and the situation which had exploded between them. She the thief and he
the billionaire, caught up in a maelstrom of hormones.
Madness.

When he reached out and spanned her waist with his hands, Penny
breathed a silent sigh of relief. Because now she knew the course and so did he,
and this was what they were going to do. She would have her two hundred grand
and her sisters would be able to complete their missions. All would be well and
in a week, maybe two, when Sebastian tired of her—sated his desires—she would
go home and wait for her sisters to return. And they would all have what they
wanted. What they’d planned for so long.

More than that though she’d have these memories, something to make
her smile many years from now remembering the time she tangled with a billionaire.
It was win-win in every way.

He bent forward and placed a kiss on her neck, then another, working
his way up until he met the shell of her ear. Penny shivered, little tingles
chasing down her back. He licked up and around and she moaned. Her most sensitive
spot and Sebastian knew it already. Knew how to make her wet with a simple
lick.

Prostitute.

The word chased through her brain as he moved back to her neck, but
it did not hurt. Why would it? She knew what she was and what she needed to do
and the fact of the matter was she wanted him. The man now pulling her towards
him excited her in a way that was completely unfamiliar. She’d never felt
anything like it and probably never would again. So why not enjoy it? Why not
just take it and feel it and wait for it all to end? What else was there to do?

“Any way I want?” Sebastian whispered in her ear, his tongue making
her shiver again.

Penny nodded.
“Any way.”

“And anything?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like it?” he asked and there was an odd
note in his voice…almost like he wanted to reassure her. “I don’t want to hurt
you or make you do anything that disgusts you. I want to pleasure you as much
as you pleasure me.”

“I’ll always tell you,” Penny replied. “Agreeing to stay here
doesn’t give you leave to do whatever you want. If I don’t like it, we don’t do
it.”

“Unless,
Kleftisa
,
I can make you like it.”

He turned her around so that her back was to him. Her head fell against
his chest and she took a deep breath, already anticipating the pleasure that
was to come. She was so wet, her thighs sticky already.

“I’m going to make you scream,” he said. “Scream in pleasure,
Kleftisa
.”

He steered her towards an antique dresser next to a full length
mirror and bent her forward so that her hands were splayed and her ass thrust
upwards. Their reflections were outlined for them both to see. Her face was
flush, excitement so obvious. Sebastian’s eyes narrowed with desire, his
gorgeous chest glistening with moisture.

Penny watched mesmerized as he reached down and undid the zipper of
his jeans. The sound was unnaturally loud. Just their breathing and it, and her
pussy clenched in anticipation.

A few other sounds, him applying a condom, though she had no idea
where he’d got it from. Then without so much of a word, he found her eyes
reflected with his and holding her gaze, he thrust into her.

Penny gasped as his considerable girth filled her. She felt
stretched and full, and filled with pleasure. She nodded to him. “Yes.”

His hands found her hips and held tight. Clenching her to him, he
plumbed her pussy, thrust after thrust, filling her up.

Penny moaned and panted, pushing her ass as high as possible so that
he could give her every single inch. There was a lot to take and when he thrust
as far as possible, all the way to his balls—which slapped against her clit—she
had to exhale shakily. It was part pleasure, part pain, but most of all
absolute bliss. “More Sebastian,” she moaned. “Give me some more.”

He complied, hands crushing her, hips bucking furiously. He moved in
and out and every thrust drew on her pussy lips, tugged on her clit so that she
was panting with need.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he groaned. “What you do to me….”

A hand left her right hip. Penny saw him open the dresser drawer
before pulling out a small bottle.
Lube.
Of course and
yes she nodded in the mirror again. Oh yes she wanted that.
Badly.

The lube was cold on her ass cheeks but Sebastian didn’t pause from
fucking her. He continued thrusting himself in and out, making heat spread
through her pussy and belly so that it was a direct contrast to the cold of the
lube and her senses rioted from the opposing temperatures.

“I’m going to come, Sebastian,” she screamed. “Don’t you dare
fucking
stop.
”

The lube slid down to her ass hole, Sebastian rubbing it in, even
whilst plumbing her so deeply she screamed. And then a finger, or was it a
thumb, dipped into her ass hole. Penny shrieked as an orgasm screamed through
her system. It blossomed out from everywhere, filling her with something that
must have felt like pure opiate injected into every vein. “Oh God,” she panted
and inhaled. It was so extreme that her knees buckled.

Sebastian’s thumb slipped from her wet ass hole, and he hooked an
arm around her belly, so that his dick could go no further. She was limp,
completely limp, so sated it seemed almost impossible.

Fast and furious he fucked her, and Penny could do noting but watch
him in the mirror as he pushed himself to orgasm. His dick plumbed every single
crevice, teased her slick walls, and made her flood juices down his shaft and
onto his balls. Their eyes met and the passion, the heat in his made Penny’s
knees go completely. She was like a rag doll that Sebastian was using—and dear
God she loved it.

When he came he did so with a strangled groan, and his eyes did not
leave hers. They widened and his jaw clenched but they held. Something passing
between them that was unfamiliar to both.
So strange, so odd,
and yet so right.

And it was in that moment that a nasty thought flashed through
Penny’s overly-sated mind. That perhaps for once, she’d bitten off far more
than she could chew.

Chapter Fourteen

Afternoon was drawing in and Sebastian was in turmoil. He was also,
he admitted, feeling a little weak. They’d fucked throughout the afternoon, more
times than he could count. Any time one or the other flagged, they licked each
other back to arousal and then they were off again. It surely wasn’t
normal,
he couldn’t help but think that.
Such
rampant, all consuming passion.
He didn’t know what to make of it.

His thief was curled up against him on the cavernous couch, wrapped
in one of his shirts, and it occurred to him as he stroked up and down her arm
that neither of them had eaten all day. “I am going to ring for food,” he told
her.

She stirred slightly. “Food would be good.”

“What do you like to eat?”

A shrug.
“Anything.
Whatever.”

“Pick something in particular.”

She lifted her head from his shoulder and shook it. “Why?”

“Well because….” He paused, unsure what he or she meant. “You should
eat something you like.”

“You know, Sebastian,” she said. “Most people eat whatever is handy.
Most people do not have chefs or whatever on hand to call up whatever they
fancy. You do know that right?”

“Of course I do.”

“Most people don’t even bother with favorites. When you eat what you
can get you’re just grateful for it.”

“By most people do you mean you?”

Another shrug.
“I’m
talking generally.”

“Well then tell me what you would like.” She sighed, a soft utterly
feminine sound, and something else occurred to Sebastian then and he sucked in
a shocked breath. “I don’t even know your name. I’ve spent all afternoon in
between your creamy thighs and I don’t even know what your real name is.”

“You call me
Kleftisa
,”
she said. “What does it mean?”

“Thief.”

“Like kleptomaniac?”

“Exactly.
So your
actual name, what is it?”

“Why do you want to know?” she asked. “
Kleftisa
seems fine to me, and
it’s true, so why not?”

“Because.”

“Because what?”

And Sebastian paused because he could think of no reason he needed
to know her name. What was this between them—apart from absolute madness—a
chance
encounter.
It was a few days perhaps of crazy
sex before he let her go and settled back into normality. He gritted his teeth
and tried to order his thoughts. He was so fucking confused. Everything was up
in the air. Too much pleasure too quickly. What did he expect? But then too he
felt an overwhelming need to get her to comply with his demands. It was his
way. Ordering the world exactly how he liked it and his thief was not going to
get a pass on that.
“Because I would like you to tell me.”

She was silent for long seconds and he thought she was going to deny
him, but finally she spoke. “It’s Penny.”

Penny
. It suited her.
“Penny what?”

“Just Penny.”

He sighed, knowing that was all he was going to get. “Okay. Just
Penny, pick something.”

“Can I have chicken? And potatoes, and salad, and then chocolate
cake?”

“Of course.”

“And lots of icy cold water.”

“Of course.”
She
looked shocked at his easy agreement and Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “Did you
imagine I was going to lock you in the bedroom and feed you bread and water?”

“I didn’t imagine at all. You’ve given me no time to. All we’ve done
is fuck non stop.”

“That is true.” He picked up his Blackberry and called through to
his chef. The intercom was just across the way but Sebastian didn’t want to
move and jostle her. She was curled so perfectly around him and she was so
warm.
“Twenty minutes or so, okay?”

“Okay.”

He dropped the Blackberry and resumed his stroking up and down her
arm. Her skin was so soft, so creamy. Once again he was struck by her beauty
and for the first time he allowed himself to consider what had brought her to
this point.
Stealing to survive.
She could be doing so
much more. She was full of secrets, he could practically see them teasing
around the edges of her. With his head unclouded by desire for once, he wanted
to know exactly what those secrets were.
Why
do you care
, his mind whispered. This was just a fuck, a fling, a mad
moment. He considered the questions plaguing him but had no answer to give. He
wanted to know simply because he wanted to, and always that had been enough for
him. He wanted, he did, and he got. That was the way he’d lived his life for so
long. That was why he was so phenomenally rich. Could he not treat this the
same way?
As a problem to be explored.
“Will you tell
me something?” he began.

She stiffened slightly and he
paused
his
strokes.
“If you tell me something first.”

Always the negotiation.
“Then ask.”

“Is this normal for you, Sebastian? Do you do this often? Accost a
woman and then fuck her senseless for days on end?”

It was like she’d read his mind. “You know it’s not normal. Nothing
about this,” he waved a hand between them, “is normal. I touch you and it’s
like a spark to a flame. It makes no sense, none. And I’ve never been in the
position of having to accost someone as you put it. Most women come to my bed
without me having to negotiate.”