Taken by the Greek Billionaire (6 page)

Taking a deep breath she scooted up the mattress, her hands splayed
on the bed, her legs lifted but not open. If anything they were clenched a
little too tightly together. You’re nervous, her mind whispered.
Nervous.
Because this wasn’t going to be just a fuck like
all the others, and there had been a few in her time. Penny knew instinctively
that whatever was about to happen in this room was going to change her
fundamentally. Sebastian was going to awake something inside of her that was
inescapable. Dear God what was she doing?

By the time we’re through,
Demetrious, you’ll never look at sex the same way again.
Her own words repeated in her mind, bold words. The sort Demetrious
would expect from a woman like her and she meant them. Hell she meant them but
she suspected the reverse was going to be equally as true.

“I want to strip that bodysuit from you,” Sebastian said,
interrupting her frantic thoughts. “I want you naked beneath me. I want to know
if your body is as lush as I think it’s going to be.”

“And if its not?”

“The
face will
more than make up for it.”

Penny blushed, a hot sweep of color all the way up her body. He was
so damn gorgeous. Hadn’t she been thinking that for so long just based on his
picture? But his presence impacted her in a way she hadn’t expected.
Commanding, imposing, everything about him screamed alpha male. Maybe it was
that screwing with her thought processes, making her ignore the danger she was
so clearly in? Or maybe it was just him.

Whatever it takes, she thought again but wasn’t it just a damn lie
to suggest that this was just a way of getting her freedom. It was so much more
than that already. You want him so much, her mind whispered. And you
can
have him. You can! So ignore
everything else right now. Just ignore it and take him!

“What are you waiting for then?” The words slipped from her lips and
satisfaction filled her as his eyes narrowed, and if anything it looked as
though his erection grew harder.
 
“Come
get it.”

Demetrious nodded slowly and reached up to tug the tie from his
neck. He reached but didn't actually remove it. “You are beautiful,” he said.
"Stunning.”

Penny had been told those same words more times than she could count
but in his accent, with that look in his eyes...she shivered.

“And devious.”

Huh?

“Calculating.
Lying.
You're a thief.”

Her head spun from the rapid stunning to calculating.
And thief?
Hadn't they just established that? “Yes....”

“Nobody has ever breached my security before,” he continued.
“Only you.”

The conversation was not going in the way she'd anticipated. Hell she
hadn't thought they'd even be talking anymore! Had he changed his mind? Penny
frowned and tilted her head. His cock was as stiff as ever. He was breathing
rapidly—though that might be because he carried her, fireman style, up a flight
of stairs—but.... Her stomach dropped and automatically she clenched her fists.
The
langorous
,
slighty
dazed
look she'd seen in his eyes as she stroked his cock was gone, replaced now by
something she could only describe as a steely sort of determination.

Oh shit.
“Sebastian,” she began, but he cut her off, slashing a hand through
the air.

“It's interesting that you know my full name. You have done your
research.”

Penny shrugged, trying to look relaxed, to project the right air to
him, an unrepentant thief and a slightly slutty one at that. It was what he
expected after all and she'd long since learned that in their world it was
easier, and safer, not to fly against the norm—not outwardly at least. “Of
course I have. I always like to be prepared. Let me see....” She scooted to the
very top of the bed—ignoring the ache between her legs and the racing of her
heart as she did so—crossed her legs, and lifted a finger. “Sebastian
Nicolaides
Demetrious. Billionaire finance guru.”
Another finger.
“This is only one of your five houses,
though why you need five....”
And another finger.
“And
tonight you should have been at Lady Felicity
Mainwright
Williams' party.”

He scowled.
“The perfect time for your heist.”

“Yes. But let's not talk about that right now...you were about to
undo your tie?”

The scowl deepened. “Fucking you right now....” He shook his head.
“Is far from a good idea.”

Her stomach quivered,
dissapointment
chasing through her swiftly followed by a surge of adrenaline. “Then you're
letting me go. No hard feelings?”

“Hardly.”

The police.
She swallowed and lifted herself onto her knees. What was more
worrying, being arrested or watching her fantasy
fade
away? Arrested
,
her mind screamed,
remember the mission. Her pussy had another idea entirely.

“Sebastian.” She prowled to the edge of the bed, doing her very best
to look alluring. The situation could still be salvaged. Seduction and if
not...she eyed the large lamp on the bedside cabinet.

“
Kleftisa
.”
He smiled, though
it held that same hint of steel, reached up again, and finally undid the tie.

Excitement returned accompanied by relief.
Whatever it takes.

He leaned forward, pushing her back onto the bed so that she lay
flat. His big body hovered over her, his musky scent teasing her nostrils.
Arousal swamped her and her nipples hardened all over again.

“Only you,” he whispered again and then before Penny could even
think to sigh he lifted her arms, just as he had in the hall, right above her
head. She allowed it, arching her back until...something was wrapping around
them. The fucking tie!

Chapter Eight

She shrieked and bucked, just as he knew she would, her fantastic
legs scrambling on the bed, around him, over him, her back arching and
flattening. It did her no good. Knowing full well how sly she could probably be
Sebastian held her in place, securing the silk to the
the
iron bed frame.

“You bastard!
Let
me go!”

“Language,
Kleftisa
,”
he chided.

“I'll give you language,” she spat. “You do not tie me up without my
permission.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And do you give your permission often?”

She glared.
“Only on very special occasions.”

“Well we'll count this as one.” She was still wiggling and he eyed
the situation carefully before heading to his dresser where he grabbed two more
ties.

“Don't you dare,” she hissed.

“You broke into my home,” he replied. “I think we're long past the
point of daring.” He went to grab one ankle and narrowly missed being kicked in
the face. “Are you trying to add an assault charge to you list of offences too?”

“You assaulted me," she screeched. “I’ll have the bruise to
prove it and this is abduction.”

Sebastian couldn't help but laugh as he wrapped a tie around each
trim ankle. “It's merely me securing you until I decide what to do.”

He dragged each leg to the corner of the bed and tied them to the
posts before stepping back. She was furious, her cat's eyes spitting fire, her
fists clenched around the bindings and she looked.... He swallowed unsteadily.
She looked magnificent. Her legs open and inviting, her tits heaving. He wanted
nothing more than to rip off her bodysuit and bury his head in her pussy. He
didn't. Self control came at last, a thin thread but enough. “I'll see you
later.”

She gaped. “You're not leaving me here?”

“Just for the moment.
Be a good girl until I return.”

“You b—” The door closed muffling, her words.

Sebastian took a deep, and much needed, breath, dragging a hand
through his overlong hair as he did so. Just an hour ago he sat in his car,
bored, wondering how to fill his time and now... He shook his head. A thief was
tied up in his room and she might well be the most attractive woman he'd ever
met.

Absently he palmed his cock. It was still hard, still desperate to
slide into her wetness. It would be so easy to turn back around and have her.
She wanted him, too. He knew it. Oh no doubt she had some sneaky plan in mind,
but he'd felt her nipples harden, saw the flush of desire in her eyes. It would
be so easy to just let it happen. Giving himself a mental shake, he turned away
from the door and made his way down the stairs, his mind a whirr of thoughts of
what he should be doing versus what he wanted to be doing.

He pulled out his Blackberry and dialed through to his security
head. “Max, wherever you are get back to the house pronto and meet me in the
kitchen.”
 

And then, because it was quite possible she was lying, Sebastian
checked every single room in his home, all twenty seven of them. They were
empty. The thief
had
been truthful
and that disturbed him. He was not a sexist man, but the thought of a female
burglarizing his home alone just did not sit right.

Her bag.
It was
lying on the floor and he picked it up as he walked towards the kitchen,
frowning at the heavy weight. Turning it over in his hands he could see it was
made to tie
aroud
her waist, clipping shut at the
back.

He waited until he was sat at the kitchen table with a glass of
whisky in front of him—because God knew he needed it—before unzipping the bag.
Oddly the zipper made no sound as he did.
Interesting.
The cash was the
first thing he saw. Two sealed bags of notes, British pounds. He lifted them
and knew they were hundred grand bundles vacuum pressed for ease of movement.
He kept ten of them in his upstairs safe because Sebastian was a cautious man
and the banks were sly bastards. It was important to have readily accessible
cash. Just in case.

Next
came
a torch, a
Maglite
.
It was thin and black, and the end was moist. She’d held it in her mouth. He
frowned, wondering why that thought disturbed his control.
Another
thin tube.
He turned it over in his hands then watched as a red beam
emerged from the tip.
A laser then.
Next
came
a circular box of some sort. Sebastian had absolutely
no idea what it was and eyed it carefully.

“Demetrious.”
Max practically
skidded to a halt in the kitchen, his face set into grim lines, his hands
clenched around a Blackberry. He’d clearly run from wherever he’d been because
his chest was heaving. “I was already close by,” he said, eyes darting left and
right. “What is happening? Why are my men surrounding the house waiting to hear
from you?”

Sebastian waved a hand around the equipment.
“A
thief.”

Grimness turned to outrage. “Impossible.”

“Clearly not.”

And then to anger.
“Where
is he?”

“That is irrelevant. Suffice as to say the thief has been dealt
with.”

“Irrelevant?” Max spluttered.
“Dealt with how?
What is going on? What are you doing?”

What
was
he doing?
Sebastian shrugged, unwilling to answer and handed the circular device to Max.
“Of more import now is finding out exactly how the thief managed to gain entry.
That is all you need to be thinking about. Ignore the rest and fix my security.
Security which I should point out that should have been impenetrable!”

Max opened his mouth to say something else but closed it the moment
he saw the look on his employer’s face. Instead he took the device and frowned.
“These are lock picks,” he said.
“Sophisticated ones at that.
They work off mimicking the structure of a lock and then replicating it, you
need to know the lock type beforehand though. These aren’t cheap, more to the
point they’re not even available in this country.”

“And this?”
He
passed Max the tablet.

“Good God. Hold on….” Max scrolled the device on and frowned.
“Password protected but I can tell you already that this is probably loaded
with x-one software.”

“Which is?”

“It’s an algorithm for hacking a safe code.”

Sebastian was outraged. “
Theos
. Are you serious? You’re telling me there’s a code that
someone can use to get into my safes?”

Max nodded. “It’ll hack the minicomputer in there and there’s little
that can be done if the code is good enough. The safe company sends us updates
regularly, but it’s about staying one step ahead.” He shook his head and placed
the tablet back on the table. “This is one sophisticated thief. We’re talking
at least ten thousand here for this equipment, and the software on the tablet
would need to be updated regularly.”