Claimed by the Sicilian Tycoon (21 page)

“Do
not lie to me! What other reason could you have for visiting Dominic?”

“Andros—”

The
rage expanded even further as she spoke his name. How many times had he heard
it falling from her lips as he plunged his dick inside of her? How many times
had he made her sigh and scream, and for her to forget all that so fucking
quickly!

“I
will not be made a laughing stock,” he grated, grasping her arm again. “I know
that man; we have done business together on numerous occasions.”

“And?”
she snapped.

“And
he must have been aware at some point that you and I were together,” Andros
roared.

“Why
would he be?” Lyra asked.

“London
is not a big city. Not in circles like ours.”

“Yours
you mean. It’s not my circle anymore.” She threw her bag over her shoulder,
pulled her arm free again, and shot him a look he couldn’t begin to decipher.
Not in his present mood at least. “You didn’t want me in it,” she whispered,
and then she turned and, she fucking strode off.

Panic
hit. Andros cursed. “Where the fuck are you going?”

“I’m
leaving,” she said, and he marveled that her voice was so cool. “I have things
to do. It was nice seeing you again, Andros. You’re looking very tanned.”

“You
are going nowhere.”

She
turned slightly, shooting him a taunting look. It was the old Lyra he
remembered, and his heart raced painfully. “And you’ll be stopping me how?”

“You
need to even ask? Stay right where you are,” he demanded. “We need to talk.”

She
did not stop walking. “You said everything you needed to say, I think. I heard
it all, and it finished with something like goodbye.”

“Not
goodbye.”

“It
certainly felt like that way to me.

He
growled. “It was...I was…come…”

“Come
where?”

“Home
with me,” Andros said, and realized the moment he did so that the suggestion
made perfect sense. “Now.”

At
those words, Lyra
did
halt in the
street, turning on the spot, and sending him a nasty look. “How about fuck
off?”

The
rage combined with the desire, and neither one of them were helping to keep
Andros in check. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

She
gaped. “Are you even serious?”

“Do
I look like I’m joking?”

“You
can’t order me around,” she said.

He
stepped forward, closing the distance between them. “What choice do I have? You
clearly cannot be trusted by yourself.”

“Huh?”

“You
need a fucking 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 fucking 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
pussy 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 fucking 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 fucking 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, fuck me, please. It’s been so long.”

****

Too long. Too fucking long
.
Andros surged into Lyra, his dick filling her to the hilt. Her pussy was wet,
warm, welcoming. He’d missed it so much, and though he knew it was the height
of stupidity to fuck 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, fuck, 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 pussy 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.”