Taken by the Greek Billionaire (18 page)

Her sister nodded and Penny lifted her chin so that their eyes met.

“You get it don’t you?” she said gently, unsure if she was trying to
convince Rachel or herself.
“The thieves and the
billionaires.
It was never going to happen. Not for any of us. It should
never have even gotten to where it did. Our plans were…” She gulped and shook
her head. “We never stood a chance really did we? We thought we had it all
worked out, but we were fools.”

“We completed our missions,” Rachel said softly. “We did what we set
out to do.”

“And had our hearts broken in the process.”

“Yes…”

Penny pulled Rachel closer and closed her eyes. Tears, those damn
tears, were threatening again but she could not allow them to fall. She had to
remember her own words.
It was never
going to happen.
And she had to be strong for her sister, for all of them.
“It’s all going to be okay,” she whispered. “It—”

Someone knocked on the door.

Penny shot up, her first thought that it was
Lyra
,
but then
Lyra
would have used the key. So who? Not a
neighbor because that was rare. Not a bill collector because they wouldn’t dare
risk coming into this block. Who? She turned and shared a look with her sister
and almost wept when she saw the hope outlined in her eyes.
She wants it to be
Rimeria
.

And Penny wanted it to be Sebastian.

Never had she wanted anything as much. The suit of armor fell
completely away, leaving her open and raw and bleeding. She missed him. She
wanted him. It was not going to get better. Not now, not tomorrow, not ever.
Sebastian was the man she was supposed to be with. The man she was going to
ache for forever. The man who she loved…
fuck
.

But it wasn’t going to be him she told herself. Not after you left
him thinking you’d only ever wanted the money.
 
That he was nothing more than a mark. Who would want anyone after that?

“Rachel,” she
said,
her breath hitching.
“Maybe you should go in the bedroom.”

“Why?”

“We don’t know who it is.”

Rachel shook her head. “I’ll stay with you. Don’t treat me like I’m
fragile. I’m not. Not anymore.”

“I know that but—”

“Just open the damn door, Pen.”

“You know it won’t be him,” she said.
And it won’t be Sebastian.
 

Rachel nodded even as her eyes swam. “Yes.”

So Penny opened the door to their little flat and looked out. She gasped.
Hope filled her; the breath left her body like someone had punched it out. Her
heart seemed to stop and then
race,
and heat swamped
her. It couldn’t be… She felt dizziness hit and had to steady herself on the
doorframe.

Not
Rimeria
.

Not a neighbor.

Not even a bill collector.

Only the man it seemed she’d been waiting forever for. “Sebastian….”

Chapter Twenty-Six

She looked amazing. Like nothing had changed since the moment he’d
stupidly thrown her out of his house and so just for a moment he drank the
sight of her in. Drank it and savored it and even more amazingly he did so
without thinking with his cock. It was his heart that the blood was flowing to
as well as his dick.

 
But then he looked closer and
saw that actually much had changed. She looked thinner, if possible even paler
and her eyes weren’t the cat’s eyes he remembered. They weren’t spitting fire
they were just…hooded, guarded.

She was sad. She was mad. She was beautiful and how he wanted her.
 

“Sebastian,” she breathed and heat flashed through him, hope filling
him up. She said his name like a caress and it wound around him, making the
hard weeks melt away.

“
Angelos
.”

Her eyes widened, she gripped the doorframe, and then it seemed she gave
herself a little shake. She straightened, shot him a look he couldn’t quite
decipher, and spoke. “Even I know what that one means.
Quite
a step from
Kleftisa
.
From gold digging whore.”

“I never called you that.”

“You implied it.”

“Because that was what you wanted me to think!”
Deep breath
, he thought.
Do not rise to the bait
. He was here to
win her back not to let her keep her barriers. Instead he
smiled,
the smile he knew melted her panties in a flash and stepped forward.

She frowned, took a step back, and shook her head. “What are you
doing here, Sebastian?”

“May I come in?”

“I don’t—”

He sighed and pushed past her—did she really think she was going to
get rid of him that easily—only to halt when he saw the blonde standing off to
the side. It took him only a moment to realize exactly who she was. “Rachel?”
he asked.

The blonde nodded slowly and the action drew attention to her
amazing beauty. Nothing like his thief’s of course. It was a soft, gentle sort
of beauty whilst Penny was fire and ice and more besides. She was his.

 
“And you are?” Rachel asked.

“Your sister’s boyfriend.”

A shocked gasp sounded behind him and Sebastian smiled.
Progress.

“I see.” Rachel looked from one to the other, eyes wide,
a
smile teasing her lips. “I should leave you guys to it
then. There’s stuff to be done at the centre. We’re serving roast chicken and
Lyra
will be down there trying to cook it, a fail in the
making if ever there was one. I’ll let her know what’s going on.”

“Stay right where you are, Rachel!” Penny hissed. “You just got
home!”

“And now I’m out again.”

Another hiss.
“Don’t
you
dare!
”

Penny was panicked, he thought and he understood. His thief was bold
and daring and smart, but he suspected, no he knew, that she was most scared
when something involved her heart.
When her emotions were
involved.
That was why the tender sex has frightened her, why she
muttered and moaned as he’d cuddled her.

Breaking into his home? No problem. Telling him how she felt?
Big problem.
But of course that was how it would be. She’d
probably never had a chance to feel secure and safe—something anyone needed to
really let their emotions flourish. That was something he was going to change.

“She’ll be fine here with me,” Sebastian said, tilting his head at
Penny—something he’d picked up from her. “Perhaps when we’re finished here
we’ll come help you cook the chicken?”

“Have you ever cooked chicken?” Rachel asked.

He shrugged. “How hard can it be?”

She smiled and grabbed her boots. Slipping them on, she took a scarf
from the hook off the door and wound it around her neck. “If you’d ever tasted
Lyra’s
cooking you wouldn’t be asking that.”

“I look forward to meeting her.”

Another smile.
“We’ll
see you later then.”

“Rachel—” Penny said, holding out a hand to her sister.

“Never
gonna
happen, huh?” Rachel
whispered. “Have fun.” And then she was out the door, shutting it behind her,
leaving just the two of them standing in the tiny living area.

“Sebastian—”

He did not allow her to start or to finish. He strode forward and
did what he’d wanted to do for the last month, what he’d been aching to do. He
took Penny in his arms, wrapping them tight around her waist, dragging her body
as close to his as he could imagine. And then he kissed her and it was a kiss
filled with longing and hunger and a million other things.

She stiffened for just a moment and Sebastian felt his heart stop.
Had he waited too long? But then her arms were snaking around his neck and she
was kissing him back. Their mouths moved together, their tongues dancing, and
blood rushed to his head, his heart,
his
cock.

It was like coming home.
Like he was exactly where
he was supposed to be.
A nasty little flat in one of
the most dangerous areas of the city with his thief in his arms.
His woman.
“Missed you,” he whispered against her lips.
“Missed you so fucking much.”

A pause, everything hanging in the balance, and
then, “I missed you.”

His heart soared, everything clarified. He lifted her into his arms,
sighing in satisfaction as she wrapped her legs around him. He pushed her
against the door, lowered his hands, and fumbled with his zipper. It took a
moment, maybe two, and then he pushed her shorts aside and buried himself in
her.

He was not wearing a condom. He had no intention of doing so. Penny
was his. “
Ohhh
,” she sighed. “I’ve missed that so
much.”

“Just that?” he demanded.
“Just this?”
Slowly he filled her, watching as her eyes widened and she sighed.

“No,” she whispered and the words were wrenched from her. “Not just
this.
All of it, everything.
You.
Us.”

“You will never lie to me again,” he said, burying his head in her
long, black locks.
“Never.
No more defenses. No more
barriers.”

“No.”

“Because you did,” he said, kissing along her neck. “All lies. It
was never just about the money.”

 
“No,” she whispered. “Not
from the moment we kissed.”

And he kissed her again, holding her close as his cock filled her,
their bodies moving as one, driving each other toward an orgasm both needed and
both had missed for far too long.
From
the moment they kissed.

It had happened then he realized as he teased her tight walls.
In that very first moment in the lobby.
Her
with her cat’s eyes spitting fire, him more aroused than he’d been in his
entire life. He’d fallen for her then, as it had been so would it be.

Penny was his and that was simply that.

Chapter
Twenty-Seven

Sebastian was inside of her and it felt so right. Like the last
month was already bleeding away and leaving nothing but this. Their bodies as
close as possible together
, breathing
in tandem,
hearts pumping as one.

He pushed in, pulled out, his cock teasing her walls, dragging on
her clit and she groaned. It felt so good, the pleasure so intense. She
clenched around him as he kissed her. Dizziness assailed her, her heart racing
frantically.

“Missed you, missed you,” he whispered and Penny’s chest tightened
as the love filled her.
Pure and simple.
Exact. She
felt it and though her impulse was to deny it, with Sebastian buried inside of
her it was impossible. So she let it fill her, just as he was and it felt like
coming home.

“Missed you so much, Bastian,” she whispered back.
“So much.”

“I was a fool,” Sebastian said as he pulled out.
“A
fucking fool.”

And back in and she gasped. “No, I should have been honest. I was
not. It was never just the money.”

His hands gripped her ass cheeks, lifting her slightly to change the
angle and she moaned.
 
“You were scared.”

She nodded, the action pushing him in deeper. “It never seemed real
and Rachel needed me.”

“It was always going to be real. Neither of us ever had a damn
choice.”

He plunger harder, the need spurring them both on.
His words held a promise and Penny met him thrust for thrust. It
was fast and frantic but even then it held the tenderness, as if their worlds
had collided at last.
 

They came together, him pumping her full of his seed, she drenching
around him. Both sighed, slumping against each other, the endorphins flooding
them and chasing away the pain.

“Sebastian,” she whispered.

“Penny.” He kissed her, gently, tenderly and then still with her
legs wrapped around him he carried her to the sagging couch, pulled her closer,
and held her against him.

She sighed. Her heart rate slowed, pure contentment chasing through
her veins. “Our worlds are so different,” she whispered, a little bit of worry
still lingering, mingled in with the need, the pleasure, the wanting.
“So different.”

“We are exactly right for one another,” he said. “You were scared
and I was stupid, but we did not have the most conventional of starts did we?”