Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(47)

“Huh?”

“You need a f*cking man, you come to me,” he roared. The thought of Rimeria, or anyone for that matter, touching and kissing her skin was unbearable. He’d never let himself think about it before. But now it was all he could think of. “You do not go to anyone else.”

“You’ve been gone for months,” Lyra hissed.

“I have been busy.”

“You let me go.”

“I had no choice.”

She glared some more. “Fuck off, Andros.”

And then she was walking away again, and Andros felt his options minimize until only one remained. Really, what choice did he have? She clearly was not going to listen until he made her. The fact that he had let her go? The fact that he had been gone for months? None of that mattered to Andros in that moment. Lyra was next to him. He could practically feel the heat coming off her body, feel the tension swirling and arching between them, just like it had in Junction Twenty, all those months ago. He didn’t think on it further. He simply stepped forward, grabbed her arm, turned her, and slung her over his shoulder.

She gasped, spluttered, cried out. “Put me down. Immediately!”

“Screaming will help no one,” he stated as he strode across the road. “You’re coming with me.”

“No.”

He released her when they were across the road, but stepped forward so that her back was against the door of his vehicle. Larsson was nowhere to be seen, probably waiting to drive them away. For one wild moment, Andros wondered what his longtime friend thought about the situation, or the madness that even now held him in its grip.

“Get in the car, Rossa,” he snapped. “Or so help me…”

“You’re acting like a crazy man.”

“Which is exactly how you make me!” he roared, yanking the door open. “What was it you said? Let us see how crazy this can get? Well, we’re nowhere even close. You’re coming home with me this instant.”

“I am not.”

“If you argue one more f*cking time…”

“You’ll do what?” she hissed.

“This.” And Andros, as had been inevitable from the moment he’d seen her, lowered his head to hers.





Chapter Twenty-Five



It was like coming home, like all the months that had passed were some sort of dream she was already forgetting. Andros’ lips were on hers, his mouth plundering her with a ruthlessness she had not forgotten, and it felt so good! Lyra closed her eyes, let her hands travel his chest, feeling the heat of his body beneath her palms. Her head was tilted back, her nipples already hard, her * drenched through.

How she had missed him.

His arms encircled her, his big body so close, the tension between them heaving and thumping. It was all too much, all too intense. Lyra didn’t even notice when he pushed her into the car, only gasped when his lips left hers for a moment, but then they were back, the door was shutting, and Andros was on top of her, the two of them fighting for space on the leather seat.

When the car started moving Lyra didn’t know. Andros continued to kiss her, the privacy screen shielding their activity from Larsson, the tinted windows making sure that no passersby could see exactly what they were doing.

“I want you so f*cking bad,” he said, wrenching his lips from hers, his voice harsh and low. “So bad.”

Lyra murmured her agreement. She kissed him hard, glorying in the feel of his lips on hers. She didn’t think about the fact that Andros had kicked her ass to the kerb, that he suspected she’d replaced him with Rimeria. She couldn’t. Her body was reacting to Andros’ presence with some sort of muscle memory. Like it knew the person who could ease the aches that had been with her for so long had suddenly arrived. The ache between her legs, the ache in her chest, the ache in her f*cking heart.

Andros reached down and pulled her dress up her thighs. His palms were rough against her bare skin but Lyra did not care. She lifted her hips so that he could pull the material all the way up. She threaded her fingers in his hair, kissed every bit of skin on his face that she could find.

“Hurry…hurry…”

Mere seconds later and Andros was unzipping his flies, fumbling with his wallet. Lyra reached down and ran her fingers over her clit, sensations tingling up her thighs and across her stomach.

“Andros, please,” she begged. “Come inside me.”

“Fuck!” he growled. “I have no condom.”

Her entire body clamored for him, the need so intense Lyra felt dizzy, and it was probably that which made her move. She shimmied down the seat, lifted her hips and took Andros’ length in her hand. Then, finding his gaze, she looked into his eyes, made sure he knew exactly what she was going to do, before taking his dick inside of her.


When it entered it felt immediately like everything was right again. The feel of his length buried deep inside of her, the head nudging that spot that made her quiver. She moaned and pushed harder.

“Yes.”

“Dios,” Andros groaned. “I have to pull out.”

“Not yet,” she begged. “I need to come first.”

“But—”

“Jesus Christ, Andros, f*ck me, please. It’s been so long.”

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