Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(20)

His fingers trailed along her cheekbone, to the v-neck of his tee shirt. “Some information would be appreciated.”

Lyra inhaled sharply as his other hand found the hem of the tee shirt. “I’m sure you can get on your computer and find out everything you need to know in a few minutes,” she whispered, her thighs shaking as he ran a hand along them. “You have my full name.”

“Lyra Matthews.”

“Exactly.”

“And your middle name?” he asked as he moved the tee shirt up.

“I don’t have one, or if I did I don’t know what it is, and in truth, Andros, Matthews is not my original surname, though it is my legal one.

His hands stilled. “You have been married?”

“Didn’t I say I wasn’t the marrying kind?”

“Then…”

She laughed. “You know I resolved to be completely honest with you. Deception is not my style, but now I think about it maybe you should just leave me shrouded in mystery. Let me keep my secrets and leave it at that.”

He frowned and took the hem of the tee with both hands. “I can’t do that. In fact, I have already ordered a full background check on you. I simply need your date of birth to finish it.”

“Why?”

Her tee came off in one move and he flung it aside so that it disappeared over the back of the couch. “I am a rich man. You could be planning to extort me or to kidnap me.”

His hands were on her breasts now and Lyra gasped as she arched her back. “And I know exactly where I would take you, and exactly what I would do with you once there.”

He rolled her nipples between his thumb and finger, teasing them into stiff peaks. “If we are going to be spending time together I need to be sure you are who you say you are.”

“Fine.” She muttered her date of birth, fidgeting on the couch, her * wet and waiting.

“You’re twenty-five,” Andros said, leaving her breasts and moving around the sofa so that he was knelt in front of her.

“Yep.”

The sound of his zipper was stark. A moment later and his dick was throbbing in his hand. Lyra almost moaned when she saw it, was on the point of begging him to just put it in her.

“I am thirty-six.”

“I know,” she sighed, shifting forward a little so that she was balanced on the edge of the couch.

His mouth twisted a little. “No doubt. I would say too old for you, but I suspect that is not the case.”

She shifted a little more, but Andros didn’t move inside of her. Instead he stroked himself, his big hand moving up and down his shaft. “How so?”

“You are old for your years, I think.”

“That is truer than you know. Now f*ck me already.”

He reached around into his back pocket, and pulled out a condom. Lyra took it from him with shaky hands, desperate to get it rolled on.

“Ah…I will finish the security check,” he said as she began putting it on him. “Make sure all is as it should be.”

Lyra sighed, and her desire clouded a little as she thought of what exactly that security check would show. Her, living alone in the little flat on the estate, because as the oldest sister it was in her name, so her sisters wouldn’t even come into it. It would maybe show a string of jobs too, at least the ones that had been on record. A shitty school report, and then all the way back…to the dark days. Her stomach clenched as she thought about them, about what Andros might think. But there was no point in hiding the past, in trying to pretend she was something she wasn’t. Her poor start in life was not her fault, though the fact she had never been adopted might have been. There’d been plenty of prospective parents over the years, and though Lyra had so wanted to be put in a settled home, she had simply never connected with any of them.


Rude. Attitude. Issues with authority figures.

Those words were bound to be stamped over a file somewhere, and though it pained Lyra slightly, if a security check was what Andros needed then a check he would have.

“Lyra?” he prompted and she nodded slowly.

A moment later and he sunk inside of her. It felt like coming home, like it had been too long since he was inside her walls. Like it was right.

Their sex was fast and furious, hard and dirty. Andros was no doubt still angry that he’d been maneuvered into a position he didn’t entirely want, and Lyra? She wasn’t even sure where her head was at. In that moment it didn’t much matter.

When they finally finished, panting in each other’s arms, their skins slick with sweat, Lyra lifted her head and placed a very light kiss on Andros’ lips. They were soft and suckable, and she felt her heart thud from the contact.

“When you get the results,” she whispered against them, “of the security check, I want you to remember what I said to you last night.”

He kissed her back, before easing slowly out. “Which bit?”

In for a penny in for a pound. “The bit about a girl stuck in poverty,” Lyra said, “and how she might behave to get herself out of it.”

“I do not understand.”

“You will,” she sighed, her body aching in a million different ways. “And you need to remember one thing above everything else.”

“Yes?”

“That it is not the Regency times and unfortunately poverty is very seldom genteel.’”