Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(16)

The thought was enough to make Lyra drench his dick all over again. She went limp, let her body comply with his demands, and demand he did. He f*cked her as hard and fast as he had the first time, giving no quarter, expecting her to submit completely. And it was no surprise at all when another orgasm began to build, or when they both groaned their pleasure at pretty much the same time.





Chapter Eight



“Good morning.”

Andros looked up from his morning espresso to see Lyra standing in the doorway to the dining room. He’d left her sleeping when he awoke. An early riser, it made no difference to him whether he got eight hours or three, he still woke up at six regardless. Lyra, however, had clearly needed more sleep. He knew he’d pushed her to the limit, teasing orgasm after orgasm out of her whether she wanted them or not.


She stood in front of him now, hair tousled, face flushed. She looked amazing.

“Is there coffee?” she asked.

He nodded, and waved a hand at the seat next to him. Dressed in the shirt he’d discarded the night before Andros couldn’t help but admire her long, long legs, as she walked across the room and sat down next to him. The long legs were a mystery to him. She was short, so really they shouldn’t seem to go on for as long as they did.

“How did you sleep?” he asked, shifting a little, because Dios, he was hardening already at the thought of those legs wrapped around his back. Which was ridiculous. They’d f*cked throughout the night, fast then slow, and then fast again. He’d had her in pretty much every position he knew, kissed every inch of her delectable skin, licked her nipples until she begged him to stop. Though he hadn’t. Last night he couldn’t get enough of her. Seemed like today was going to follow the exact same pattern.

She smiled, unaware how close he was to lifting her up and dragging her back into the bedroom. “Like a log. Better than I have in a while. But then I was really tired.”

He nodded at her words. She’d fallen into an exhausted slumber sometime around four in the morning, her body pressed against his. A few hours later when he left her she’d been curled up in a little ball, her red hair fanned out across the crisp white pillow. Andros had almost paused to pick a strand up and examine it, but had shaken the thought off as soon as it had formed. He needed a little distance, and downstairs was the only place to get it, because in the cold light of day, more so now that she was so close to him, making him hard, Andros was beginning to wonder what the f*ck had happened last night.

“Espresso?” he asked.

Lyra shook her head. “Is there normal coffee? Like instant?”

“You’re in the house of a Sicilian,” he replied with a sigh. “No such home would have instant coffee.”

“Oh, well I’ll try some of that then.”

He poured her a shot of the dark brew and watched as she lifted it to her lips, those plump, suckable, f*ckable little lips…

What the hell was he doing? The thought hit and he scowled, before draining his own cup. He’d broken so many rules last night. He didn’t bring women back to his town house, he didn’t sleep the night with them, and he certainly did not allow them to walk around his home, dressed in his shirt, at his dining table first thing. But Lyra? She was making him crazy. It seemed the rules flew out of the window when she was near, and Andros knew, admitted to himself, that it was because of the lust.

He desired her intensely.

Furiously.

He was thinking purely with his dick. His hard, throbbing f*cking dick. And if he’d thought that one night was going to be enough for him he’d been sadly mistaken.

He needed more.

Needed it now.

“I wish to see you again,” he said, blurting the words out before giving himself a chance to think about them.

Lyra smiled, lowering her cup, licking the coffee from her lips as she did so. Her action did nothing to help his current situation, and Andros found himself wondering what she would say if he simply bent her over the dining table.

Her smile widened. “You do?”

That smile…it was enchanting. He couldn’t help but reach across and stroke a finger along her dimple. “Yes.”

“I would like that,” she said. “A lot.”

Satisfaction coursed through him. Andros filled his cup back up, planning already how he might rearrange his day to ensure he could spend the maximum amount of time with her. Of course, he could simply take her number and let her know when he was next free, but his dick had other ideas, and the thought of spending the entire day and night with it throbbing was unacceptable.

“You will have dinner with me tonight,” he said. “You will give me your address and I will pick you up at seven. You will plan to spend the night.”

“Here?”

He nodded. No point in arranging to go to a hotel now, not when the rule was already broken.

“Okay,” she agreed. “But there’s no need to take me out. Not when we both know what we want to do.

Once again, she managed to surprise him, and Andros raised a brow at her. “Then you don’t want the little rituals? The dinners and the drinks and all of that.”

She shrugged. “I’d rather have the orgasms.”

He thickened faster than he ever had, his dick practically launching itself at her, eager to provide said orgasms immediately. It took a tremendous effort, a huge amount of will power to stay on his seat and answer calmly. “It will be my pleasure to give them to you.”