Taken by the Greek Billionaire by Emma Shortt Read Free Book Online

and
flattening. It did her no good. Knowing full well how sly she could probably be
Sebastian held her in place, securing the silk to the the iron bed frame.
    “You bastard! Let
me go!”
    “Language, Kleftisa ,”
he chided.
    “I'll give you language,” she spat. “You do not tie me up without my
permission.”
    He raised an eyebrow. “And do you give your permission often?”
    She glared. “Only on very special occasions.”
    “Well we'll count this as one.” She was still wiggling and he eyed
the situation carefully before heading to his dresser where he grabbed two more
ties.
    “Don't you dare,” she hissed.
    “You broke into my home,” he replied. “I think we're long past the
point of daring.” He went to grab one ankle and narrowly missed being kicked in
the face. “Are you trying to add an assault charge to you list of offences too?”
    “You assaulted me," she screeched. “I’ll have the bruise to
prove it and this is abduction.”
    Sebastian couldn't help but laugh as he wrapped a tie around each
trim ankle. “It's merely me securing you until I decide what to do.”
    He dragged each leg to the corner of the bed and tied them to the
posts before stepping back. She was furious, her cat's eyes spitting fire, her
fists clenched around the bindings and she looked.... He swallowed unsteadily.
She looked magnificent. Her legs open and inviting, her tits heaving. He wanted
nothing more than to rip off her bodysuit and bury his head in her pussy. He
didn't. Self control came at last, a thin thread but enough. “I'll see you
later.”
    She gaped. “You're not leaving me here?”
    “Just for the moment. Be a good girl until I return.”
    “You b—” The door closed muffling, her words.
    Sebastian took a deep, and much needed, breath, dragging a hand
through his overlong hair as he did so. Just an hour ago he sat in his car,
bored, wondering how to fill his time and now... He shook his head. A thief was
tied up in his room and she might well be the most attractive woman he'd ever
met.
    Absently he palmed his cock. It was still hard, still desperate to
slide into her wetness. It would be so easy to turn back around and have her.
She wanted him, too. He knew it. Oh no doubt she had some sneaky plan in mind,
but he'd felt her nipples harden, saw the flush of desire in her eyes. It would
be so easy to just let it happen. Giving himself a mental shake, he turned away
from the door and made his way down the stairs, his mind a whirr of thoughts of
what he should be doing versus what he wanted to be doing.
    He pulled out his Blackberry and dialed through to his security
head. “Max, wherever you are get back to the house pronto and meet me in the
kitchen.”  
    And then, because it was quite possible she was lying, Sebastian
checked every single room in his home, all twenty seven of them. They were
empty. The thief had been truthful
and that disturbed him. He was not a sexist man, but the thought of a female
burglarizing his home alone just did not sit right.
    Her bag. It was
lying on the floor and he picked it up as he walked towards the kitchen,
frowning at the heavy weight. Turning it over in his hands he could see it was
made to tie aroud her waist, clipping shut at the
back.
    He waited until he was sat at the kitchen table with a glass of
whisky in front of him—because God knew he needed it—before unzipping the bag.
Oddly the zipper made no sound as he did. Interesting. The cash was the
first thing he saw. Two sealed bags of notes, British pounds. He lifted them
and knew they were hundred grand bundles vacuum pressed for ease of movement.
He kept ten of them in his upstairs safe because Sebastian was a cautious man
and the banks were sly bastards. It was important to have readily accessible
cash. Just in case.
    Next came a torch, a Maglite .
It was thin and black, and the end was moist. She’d held it in her mouth. He
frowned, wondering why that thought disturbed his control. Another
thin tube. He