Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(33)

“Remove your hand.”

“Don’t be like that.”

Andros had forgotten over the last several days how persistent women could be. He was used to Lyra now. Lyra, who was open and honest about what she wanted, who took and gave in equal measure. Lyra, who tempted him to stay indoors with her more often than they went out. Who, when they did venture outside, took him to cafes and bars where no one knew who he was, or how big his bank balance might be.


“We can have fun together,” the blonde added.

“I’m taken, sweetheart.”

Those words stayed with him as he made the drive to Lyra’s apartment. How long had it been since he’d spent a night in his own home?

I’m taken…

He wasn’t sure why he’d said them, what they even meant, but they echoed in his mind and prodded him. By the time he arrived he was hard as f*ck, and wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Lyra’s waiting wetness. The website guys, the blonde, all of it annoyed him. The whole day had annoyed him, and he needed to forget it all inside of her.

She was curled up on the couch, dressed in pajamas, and though Andros raised an eyebrow at the little hearts splattered all over them, he said nothing, simply lifted her up and pulled her into his arms.

He kissed her furiously, part desire, part annoyance giving his movement a hard edge, though he did not understand where that annoyance was coming from. After a moment it didn’t even matter. Her lips were so soft, so plump. He worked them and nipped them, found her tongue and suckled on the tip of it, desire—hard and hot—shooting straight to his cock.

He began to undo the buttons of her shirt, his other hand reaching around to squeeze her ass, and so clouded was he with lust, he didn’t hear her words at first.

“Andros…we can’t tonight.”

Just a few more buttons before her perfect, natural breasts, were in his palms…

“Andros!” Lyra pulled her lips from his and placed a finger on his lips. “Stop. We can’t.”

He found her gaze and shook his head, puzzled by her words. “I want you. What do you mean we can’t?”

“I want you too,” she said with a smile. “Don’t I always? But this mistress is on a hiatus.”

Hiatus? He didn’t understand and his cock was not listening besides. It throbbed against his zipper, the pressure almost unbearable. “Pardon?

“Urg, don’t make me say it,” she said, buttoning herself back up.

“I do not understand.”

She peeked a look at him. “Think it through.”

“I can think of nothing but being inside you.” He held out his arms. “Come, I have had a very trying day.”

“Me too, lover, me too.”

“Is something wrong?” he demanded, her words creating a panic he did not understand, and set it to rolling in his gut. “Has something happened?”

“Kind of.”

“Then spit it out.”

“Jesus…a girl can’t keep any mystery with you, can she?” She threw up her hands. “Time of the month, Andros. Like I said, a hiatus.”

Understanding dawned and Andros took a step back. “Ah. Of course.”

“But that doesn’t mean I can’t satisfy you, so come back here. I’ll take you into my mouth and pleasure you that way.”

He stilled her hand as she reached out to him. The idea of slipping his length into her mouth was tempting, and his dick was in strong agreement with her proposal, but abruptly Andros found his desire moving back to a manageable level. Yes, Lyra could satisfy him, but what of her? Was he to just take his pleasure and leave? She was his mistress; that would be acceptable behavior…and yet…

“Why are you stopping me?” she asked. “You’re horny.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “For you.”

“So let me.”

“No.” He pulled her to him and held her in his arms. Her bright hair tickled his chin, the scent so unique to her surrounded him. Andros took a deep breath, the confusion clearing slightly. He wanted all of Lyra, not just a little bit…and so…he would have to wait until he could have it, throbbing dick or not. “You are probably achy,” he said slowly. “Women generally are at this time, I believe. I will massage you.”

“I’m okay. I don’t need a massage. I’m just a bit blurgh.”

“Then what do you wish to do?” he asked as she pulled back to look at him.

“Seriously?” she asked, eyes wide, and it occurred to him in that moment that she looked ridiculously cute in her heart pajamas. “Like with the fried chicken?”

“Exactly.”

“Then can we watch a movie?”

How long had it been since he’d done so? Andros couldn’t remember, but the idea of sitting and holding Lyra in his arms, holding her next to him…he swallowed…it would be torture, and yet the most exquisite kind. “What would you like to watch?”

“I noticed Les Miserables is on Box Office. It’s the new one. I’d really love to watch it. I’ve wanted to for ages.”


“Then we will do so.”

“Groceries came today,” she added. “I could make us some snacks?”

Andros cringed ever so slightly at the thought of Lyra’s cooking, but nodded, and was rewarded with a dazzling smile. “If that is what you wish.”