Taken by the Greek Billionaire (14 page)
It filled her to the point where she had to bite down on her lip but
it was absolute bliss, this being in control, and Penny braced her hands on
either side of his head dictating the movement.
“You are going to get a hard spanking for that,” he growled and she
laughed. Why did he think that was a deterrent?
She flexed her hips, moving them so that his cock was pushed to the
top and then back again so that only the tip remained. Up and down she worked
him, sheathing him over and over.
He groaned and the sound excited her even more, knowing she was
pleasuring him, feeling his cock jerk inside her. “I’m going to make you come,”
she said, whispering the words into his ear. “You’re going to fill me up.”
“You think?”
“Oh I know so, Sebastian. I’ll come and then you’ll come. That’s the
way this will work.”
“Then faster,” he said, spanking her ass with one large hand. “Work
me faster.”
And she did, just the way she’d wanted
him
to. Penny rode him until her pussy tightened, rode him until
he groaned and moaned her name, until they were both slicked with sweat, panting
in one another’s arms, and the tender moment had passed.
In the aftermath of their orgasms, as he pulled her against him and
told her exactly what he was going to do next, it was back to just the pleasure
again, something Penny could feel and enjoy without questioning why. And though
it prodded and pulled at her, Penny pushed the tender moment, the shocking
intimacy, firmly to the back of her mind.
She was a realist and that was a path she had absolutely no
intention of following. Not now, not ever.
The thief and the billionaire.
It was never going to happen and she
had to remember that until the very end.
Whenever that might be.
Chapter Twenty
“Come,” Sebastian said the next morning.
“Time to
hold up the other end of the bargain.”
Penny looked up from her plate of eggs, a frown scrunching her brow.
Her hair was falling in waves around her shoulders, almost as black as his and
her skin was flushed. She looked lovely, he thought, dressed in just a long tee
shirt.
Too lovely perhaps.
She’d also been suspiciously quiet ever since he’d dragged her out
of bed to share breakfast with him. She’d moaned about ‘job description’ and
‘renegotiation of duties’, but he’d wanted to see her sitting across from him so
he’d ignored her protests. It seemed to be the pattern developing between them.
He wanted, he wanted, trouble was he always wanted more. It was something
Sebastian knew he’d have to think about, and soon.
“What do you mean?” she
asked.
“How you got here in the first place,” he said, dropping his fork.
“Huh?”
“Sex slave and criminal consultant remember,” he said, throwing back
her original words at her. “My security head, Max, who may I point out almost
lost his job thanks to you, has been hassling me for information ever since you
broke in and I need to give it to him.”
“Oh, of course, right.” She scrunched her brow again and looked down
at her plate.
Sebastian frowned.
“Are you
okay,
Kleftisa
?”
The words left him before he thought them through. Because really he shouldn’t
even be asking such questions should he? They were lovers and questions should
be confined to the bedroom…only it felt that after last night something had
shifted ever so slightly.
It was all down to the trip they’d taken of course. After seeing her
surroundings the protective instincts in Sebastian had begun to rear their
head. And so after the first day of fucking her hard and fast he’d given into
the impulse to fuck her gently, to be intimate with her. He wondered now if it
had been a mistake. Penny had hardly responded the way he’d hoped. She’d glared
at him afterwards and disappeared into the bathroom for over an hour.
He sighed, picked his fork back up but then put it down again.
“I’m fine,” she said. “And of course we should get started. Don’t
want someone breaking in whilst I’m on my knees with your cock in my mouth.”
So crude.
But he was getting her measure now.
Starting to
understand.
“You’re being vulgar because of last night,” he said,
jumping feet first to the matter at hand because she never would—already he
knew that getting her to admit to anything she didn’t want to was near on
impossible. And hadn’t she acted that way in the very beginning?
When she felt threatened.
But why would slow sex scare her? He ran the thought over in his mind and
considered.
She frowned again, dropping her fork also. “I don’t know what you
mean and vulgar? Sebastian, don’t be so pompous. I’ve had your cock in my mouth
multiple times.”
“And you’ll have it multiple times more,” he agreed. “But regardless
you’re being…
what’s the word…snarky,
and I know why.
It took you by surprise last night. It did me also.”
“Very little takes me by surprise, Sebastian, but just as an
fyi
, in future I’m not a fan of tender. Didn’t I say that
in the very beginning?”
“You did but sometimes I am and you’ll have to deal with it.”
She laughed. “Sebastian Demetrious tender lover?
Really?”
“I’m Greek,” he said, bristling at her words—which she’d probably
planned damn her! “We pride ourselves on pleasuring our lovers.”
“Well you pleasure me when you fuck me hard, dirty, and fast, okay?
And now that’s settled, there’s the door.”
“The door what?”
She sighed and pointed to the side entrance.
“Where
I got in.”
Despite the fact he knew she was purposefully changing the subject
Sebastian let her, for the moment at least. “Here, in the kitchen?”
“Yep.
The locks are
weaker here because you have several staff with keys. Originally I hoped to
copy one of them but it was impossible. Instead I got a picture of the lock
type and based my picks around that.”
He was intrigued and stood up to eye the door.
“A
picture from where.”
“I’ll get to that in a minute,” she said. “So I came through here. I
knew your security sweeps were hourly when Max wasn’t around, and you really
need to do something about that as they are far too regulated. It is easy to
pick up the pattern. I also knew they’d be a bit…not lapse…but less vigilant
because you weren’t here.”
Sebastian wondered if that was true and put it on his mental list. “My
security staff are very dedicated,” he said, not sure why he felt the need to
defend them considering he’d already instructed Max to fire several.
“As much as I will allow them to be at least.”
“Dedicated fine, regulated so not fine. So the moment they did their
sweep I got in,” Penny continued.
“From
there it was
easy,
because it was so early they hadn’t
activated any of the alarms. Why would they? You’d be home at some point and
set them off. Again that’s an issue I think. If the house is empty you need to
have an alarm on.”
“And how exactly did you get to the back door?”
“Over the wall.”
“Show me where.”
Together they headed out of the side door onto the decked area of
his garden. The air smelled sweet and Sebastian took just a moment to breathe
it in.
“So this is where I got in.” Penny pointed out the wall at the very
back of the garden. Like many
the city he thought, space was still at a premium and he had bigger properties
elsewhere for outdoor space. This one was close to his offices and worked in
every other way—well until Penny had broken into it!
“Over the wall,” she added. “They’re not high enough.”
“It has anti intruder paint
and there’s a trip wire though.”
She shook her head. “The trip wire only activates at a certain
weight otherwise it would be going off constantly every time a cat drops by.”
He pondered that and nodded. “What is the weight?”
“Well it used to be twenty five kilos but we changed that.”
We?
He scowled. “Changed it how?”
“Okay so I guess I had to tell you eventually,” she sighed. “
It’s
how we got the picture of the lock on the kitchen door,
too. My sister
Lyra
got a job here a couple of months
ago as a cleaner, through that firm you use. She only did a few weeks. I did
the same for Rachel’s mission, and she did the same for
Lyra’s
.
So there was no trail to follow for anyone who was a bit suspicious.”
Her words were further confirmation of his suspicions and Sebastian
shook his head inwardly. The more he asked, the more it spilled out and he
couldn’t help but wonder when the tipping point would be. It had to hit at some
point didn’t it? But it hasn’t yet, he thought. She’d stolen from him,
inveigled the money out of him, dragged him to one of the worst parts of
panting for her.
You’re more than
panting.
He frowned. Yes it seemed he was.
“But you’re sisters,” he said. “Surely once the police looked into
the various crimes they’d see that fact.”
She shook her head. “Not by blood. We’re related in a different
way.”
“What way?”
She waved a hand, as if dismissing the question and immediately
Sebastian’s alarm bells rang. There was more to this relationship with her
sisters than she was telling and he suspected it was going to be
key
to understanding the whole mess they were in. And as
each day passed he
needed
to
understand it.
“Penny?” he prompted.
“We lived together when we were younger is all,” she said. “So
Lyra
did the research and we’d already done some preliminary
stuff online. I found out about you and they found out about theirs. We put
together dossiers on all of you once we decided you were the ones. The fact
that you hardly ever had security around you was what convinced me you were the
one. Different things convinced them to go for theirs.”
“Their what?”
“Their marks.”
“Oh I’m a mark am I?”
She shook her head and laughed slightly. “You know what I mean.”
“I know that you, Penny, are just as sneaky as I suspected and just
as clever.”
“Thank you, Sebastian.”
Ignoring her obvious pleasure at his words he got back to the matter
at hand. “How did you get the weights changed?”
“Oh. I’m not sure I want to tell you that. It implicates someone and
I don’t want to put anyone out of a job, not in this economy.”
“You already have and you will tell me or you and I will be getting
better acquainted with that wall you slithered over. I can see you now, hands
on it, braced, bent over, ready….”
“Sebastian, I do not know why you insist on thinking threatening me
with sex will get you what you want. It’s not a deterrent.”
He thought about threatening her with tender sex and suspected she’d
answer him then, only he had something far more powerful and really he thought
Penny needed to learn to do as she was told.
“How about the
deeds then?”
She narrowed her eyes. “That’s unfair. You promised.”
“As did you.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “
Lyra
seduced one of
your guards. I’ll give you his name and that’s that. Now are we moving onto the
safe?”
Chapter Twenty-One
The three sisters.
The statue sat right there, mocking her almost as Penny explained to Sebastian how
the x-one software worked. She was trying to keep it as simple as possible, not
because Sebastian wouldn’t be able to understand—the guy ran a company worth
billions—but because the criminal side of it brought home to her exactly why
she was standing next to him and what it all meant.
Different
worlds.
Different people and this; just a brief
interlude.
“So anyone can access the safe?” Sebastian asked as she finished her
explanation. “Anyone if they have the right tools?”
“Well yes,” she said. “But the software is really hard to get hold
of. Luckily
Lyra
knew a guy and we were able to find
the money, but it was very difficult, and it has to be updated literally the
day before and even then it is chancy. The security firms update constantly so
it’s a bit like playing cat and mouse.”