Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (Criminal Seduction #3)(48)

Too long. Too f*cking long. Andros surged into Lyra, his dick filling her to the hilt. Her * was wet, warm, welcoming. He’d missed it so much, and though he knew it was the height of stupidity to f*ck her bare, he could not stop himself. Could not even consider withdrawing.

Everything was in clear focus. He could feel it all. Like someone had turned the lights on when he hadn’t even realized it had gotten dark. And her, with no rubber between them, f*ck, she was sensational. He pumped into her, plunging his cock in over and over again. His arms were held rigid, his jaw tight. This was no tender, gentle loving. It was sex.

Hard.

Fast.

Dirty.

It had been so long and he needed her so bad. In and out he moved, filling her up, making her scream his name over and over again. When she came she did so with a scream. The sound echoing inside the car made his heart thud. Her * muscles tightened around him, encouraging him to bury himself as far as he could go. Andros groaned. Her juices were drenching him, and he could feel his balls tightening.

“Lyra,” he growled. “What you do to me.”

How he managed to pull out Andros did not know, but pull out he did. He took his length in his hand and pumped it as his orgasm washed over him. Hot come spurted over Lyra’s swollen lips, dripping onto her clit, and she moaned his name.

“More, Andros, more.”

He gave it to her, groaning her name, and feeling that at last, everything was right again.

Exactly as it should be.

Exactly as it was going to be.





Chapter Twenty-Six



For the second time in her life, Lyra found herself sitting on Andros’ couch. He’d taken her to his town house, neither of them speaking after their bout of explosive sex, the tension between them thrumming the entire way.

She sat now, with her hands on her lap, her head bent, trying to get her mind around the situation. Just this morning she’d been intent on tracking down Dominic, making him own up to his responsibilities. She’d known the day was going to be difficult, but she could never have expected it to go like this, to bump into Andros!

Of course, she’d known that his office was by Rimeria’s, the early research had told her that, but to actually see him…what were the odds?

About as astronomical as him ever agreeing to your crazy plan in the first place.

Lyra swallowed down the lump in her throat at that thought. Hadn’t it all been a completely crazy situation from the get-go? And why the hell did everywhere feel so sore? Her body, her chest, even her head was thumping an unpleasant beat.

“I did not expect this so soon,” Andros said slowly.

Lyra lifted her head to look at the man stood in front of her. His tie was askew, his hair too long. He ran a hand through it, pushing those dark locks back. He was as good looking as ever. Damn him.

“So soon?” she asked.

“I arrived back in the country only this morning,” Andros said. “I was just making my way to the office when I saw you.”

“I see.” The odds…

“I have a flight back to Italy this evening.”

Lyra shook her head at his words, the meaning oh so clear. “You’re leaving the country again?”

“I was only on a flying visit.”

“I see.”

They gazes held and Lyra’s chest ached. She wanted to reach out and take him into her arms, just like she had when they were together. It had felt so natural then, so easy. She knew he would not refuse her. But now? Nothing made sense.

“Why have you brought me here?” she asked.

“How could I not?” he replied.

“You said we were done.”

He nodded slowly. “I was wrong. I knew it from the moment I was on the airplane. Knew it all the months I was away. The moment I saw you…” He frowned. “It was obvious.”

Her breath caught in her throat. Her hands shook. Lyra bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to stop herself saying something ridiculously inappropriate. “I see.”

“Do you, Lyra?” he asked. “Do you understand how much I want you?”

She nodded.

“Good. Perfect,” he said, satisfaction suddenly stamped across his face. “I will arrange for the apartment again for your use, and make sure all your cards are re-issued. I imagine we can make sure everything is sorted before I need to leave.”


She gaped, the words not making sense. “The apartment…my cards…?”

“I do not know when I will be returning.” He shrugged. “A week? Maybe two?”

“I don’t understand,” she said.

“I have decided to go back to the original agreement.”

“I don’t—”

“You will be my mistress again. I see where I went wrong last time,” he added when she made to speak. “We spent too much time together, it was too intense. This time round we will see each other when I have some spare time. I will not create that spare time specifically to see you.”

“What does that even mean?” Lyra demanded, her head spinning.

“It means I will see you when I can. Once a week, once a month? I do not know. But you will be well looked after here, comfortable, and there will be no need to seek another protector, certainly not Dominic f*cking Rimeria.”