Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(14)

Her waist was slim, ridiculously flat and…he smiled and ran a finger downwards…glinting in her belly button was a tiny little stud. It was ruby red.

Signora in Rossa.

His finger continued downwards to the panties, which he had to admit, Andros had expected to be red too, but these were white. A perfect, virginal white, though the design was anything but innocent. A mere scrap of lace, they covered only the essentials, and even then Andros could see plenty.

He dropped to his knees, ignoring her sharp intake of breath, and hooked a finger on either side of the waistband. Slowly, allowing himself time to breathe, he dragged her panties down her hips and along her thighs.

A little triangle of fiery curls greeted him. Redhead through and through.

Andros leaned in to blow hot air on the apex. She shivered, laying a hand on either shoulder. He placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, then the other, followed by another, before removing her panties completely.

Once she was bare to him he could smell her arousal, and it made him ache low in his gut. He didn’t even think before he pushed her back onto the couch, pulling on her thighs until she sat in front of him, her legs wide open.

Her * was perfect. A swollen clit blossoming before his eyes, tiny red curls just above it, and yet the * itself bare. Ready.

How he wanted to f*ck it.

“You are so sexy,” he growled. “I’m going to f*ck you every way I know.”

She moaned, and ran a hand through his hair, tugging ever so slightly. Her actions were enough to tell him what she wanted, and Andros complied immediately. He dipped his head, filled himself with the scent of her, and placed a kiss right on her quivering clit.

Lyra gasped, her thighs twitched, leaving him no choice but to lay a hand on each one, holding her in place.

Another kiss on her clit and finally he did what he’d wanted to do from the moment he’d seen that little belly stud. He licked her, and he licked her slowly, taking his time, enjoying himself, loving the taste of her.


She sighed as his tongue made contact, shivering underneath him, then muttered his name. The sound of it on her lips, as he pleasured her with his tongue, hardened him past the point of reason, and before he could stop himself Andros buried his face in her *.

He licked, and he nibbled, and he sucked. Not a single inch was left alone. Lyra screamed as he sucked her clit into his mouth, nipping it slightly with his teeth.

“Andros…no…”

He ignored her, nipping some more before dipping a finger inside. Her * muscles clenched around him, pulling him in. Andros’ dick prodded against his pants—desperate to burst free.

How he wanted to give into it!

But he was not a selfish lover, and this was no hurried seduction.

Another finger joined the first, testing, ensuring she was ready. She welcomed it, bucking her hips against his hand even as he continued to ravage her with his mouth.

When her thighs started to quiver, her gasps becoming more frequent, Andros knew—that at last—it was time. He pulled back and unzipped his pants, not even thinking about the fact that he was still fully dressed. A moment later and a condom was pulled from his wallet, and rolled onto his dick.

He gripped himself around the base of his shaft, looked deeply into Lyra’s eyes, and pumped his dick up and down. Pleasure tingled along the length, making him groan.

“How I want you.”

She blinked, once, and then again, before gesturing him forward. “Then take me, Andros. I need you to.”

So Andros did the thing he’d planned to do since he’d seen her sat at that f*cking bar. He spread her thighs and buried himself inside of her.





Chapter Seven



How long had she waited for this? How many months spent looking at his picture and imagining? How many nights closing her eyes and fantasizing? And now at last.

At last.

Lyra’s eyes fluttered open as Andros settled above her, his cock now sheathed in rubber, his intentions oh so clear. Her body was clamoring for him, and orgasm so close it was almost unbearable, and she wiggled her hips, desperate to have him inside of her, desperate to feel her body tighten around him.

He pushed forward, his cock head nudging against the entrance to her *. The feel of it was enough to make her moan out loud. He was still dressed, she realized. Hadn’t even taken the time to undo his tie or shrug off his suit jacket. Part of her liked that, the fact he lusted after her so much he couldn’t pause for a moment; then too there was a certain eroticism to her being naked, lying beneath him, whilst he f*cked her fully clothed. It made her feel dirty and naughty.

She liked that feeling.

His cock slid against her, testing her wetness and she tilted her hips to encourage him, because Lyra was so ready. She doubted she’d ever come this close to being ready before. Her nipples were stiff, her pelvic muscles tight with anticipation. She could feel his thick head against her opening, feel her own body practically begging him to fill her the f*ck up.

She opened her mouth to demand he do just that, but never got the chance. Without so much as a word, or a look, Andros buried himself inside of her, to the very hilt, filling her up with every inch of him.

Lyra gasped. She couldn’t help it. A pure shot of pleasure rushed straight to her brain, her * contracted, and her heart raced. She had known it would be like this! That he would make her gasp and quiver. Somewhere, deep down, it felt like it was always going to be this way, and she tilted her hips even higher, encouraging, no demanding, more.