Kidnapped by the Greek Billionaire

by Lyndhurst, Rachel

  He began to stroke his fingers rhythmically against the slick heat of her entrance. One long determined finger eased slowly inside to be fiercely gripped by an instinctive spasm.

  She squirmed with pleasure, pressing her pubic bone against the hard joint of his hand.

  “So tight, hara mou,” he groaned, and gave a shuddering breath. “So hot, I have to—”

  Kizzy’s breathing became frantic as his mouth left her swollen nipples and he lowered his head between her thighs. As her hips writhed against him, she felt the almost piercing touch of his thumb pad against her clitoris.

  “I have to taste you,” he finished roughly, and closed his heated mouth over that already stiffened nub of desire.

  She laced her trembling hands through his black hair and relished the erotic scrape of stubble against the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

  “Yes,” she breathed, and her hands greedily applied pressure to the back of his head.

  Teasingly, he withdrew his finger, stimulating her internal muscles to cling tightly and demand more. She heard herself whimper in protest until his finger was suddenly replaced with his tongue. The flickering and twisting feeling inside was almost overwhelming as his fingers insistently stimulated her clitoris.

  But now she needed more of him.

  Her stomach muscles tightened with arousal. “More,” she gasped as she felt his tongue slip away, leaving her cold to the air. “Please, Andreas.”

  “Hush.” He eased her gently apart with his fingers. “Let yourself go. Let me feel you fall apart.”

  She moaned as his lips closed once more over her engorged bud and his finger slid easily into her slippery heat. Gently manipulating her clitoris between his teeth, sucking and tormenting, he responded to the bucking of her hips and began to ease a second digit inside her.

  Her tense but eager body resisted slightly and she felt him lift one leg high over the back of the sofa to expose her as widely as possible.

  Her head spun with delirium as he continued to gently lubricate her with his scorching tongue.

  “That’s it, moro mou, relax. Let me give you as much as you can take, let me watch you come.”

  Kizzy’s body began to convulse with unbearable intensity around his slow, thrusting fingers. She felt herself tumble out of the real world into one of unimaginable, seismic pleasure. She looked into the dark, smoldering, volcanic arousal of his eyes and could not remember why she had refused him before.

  “Yes, I want it,” she whispered. “All of you inside me.”

  Then reason vanished from her mind as Kizzy arched her back and moaned, hurtling over a cliff of exquisite sensation as his repeated movements urged her on to an uncontrollable climax.

  …

  “That shouldn’t have happened,” Kizzy stuttered awkwardly and drew her knees up defensively against her chest.

  “But it did.” Andreas rose to join her on the sofa. He pulled her into his arms. “And you are magnificent.”

  His tone was gentle but as Kizzy dared to quickly glance at him, she could see a dash of color high on his cheekbones. Desire still burned in his eyes.

  What had she done?

  She must have been out of her mind to behave in such a way, to have allowed herself to give in to physical temptation in such a sudden and reckless manner.

  Hadn’t she learned anything over the years? Wasn’t she still paying the price for her mother’s unconditional love and response to her father?

  She had forgotten in those moments of pure blinding pleasure what usually happened once a man got what he wanted out of a woman, once he had taken his fill and tired of his latest plaything.

  On the yacht, she had realized how far out of his league she was, and how Andreas’s power and wealth would make it easy for him to pick up and discard the most beautiful women in the world if he wished. She had to put a stop to this flirtation before things got out of hand, even if it meant facing the inevitable consequences of her apparent change of heart, even if he was now going to think she was the kind of woman who enjoyed teasing men.

  “I’m sorry,” she blurted out, and attempted to get up from the sofa. “It was wrong of me to have allowed things to get out of control—”

  “You couldn’t help yourself,” he insisted smoothly, and grabbed her wrist to prevent her from getting any farther away. “And neither could I. Nature was manipulating us both, doing what she does best.”

  “This has to stop now. I know I shouldn’t have led you on, led you to think that—”

  “That we were going to end up in my bed?” His eyes glittered like hot, black glass. “That you were going to be making love to me all night? Crying out for me under the cover of darkness?”

  “Stop saying things like that!” She wrenched her wrist away from him.

  “I can’t help it, pethi mou. I’m a normal, red-blooded male and I’m still extremely aroused. I want you, Kizzy. And I know you feel the same way, so why don’t you just give in and stop wasting our time?”

  “I do not feel the same way.” She was lying. “And this is all highly inappropriate—”

  “In what way inappropriate?”

  “You’re my boss. Sleeping with you would be against the established rules of any working relationship. It’s simply not ethical behavior.”

  “Not if you’re my mistress,” he pointed out coolly. “In fact, sleeping with me would be one of the most basic of your aims and objectives.”

  “I will not be your mistress!” Kizzy snatched up her trousers and began to wrestle them back on. “The idea is preposterous.”

  “I fail to see why,” Andreas threw her top to her. “We’re clearly attracted to each other and I have no doubt that your recent enthusiasm, shall we say, would be even greater in the comfort of my bed.”

  “I’d be grateful if we could forget this ever happened,” she said clumsily. “I’ll be out of your house tomorrow and then—”

  “But I can’t forget. And neither, I am sure, can you.” He stood over her once more and touched a fingertip to the edge of her cheekbone. “You needed that money, didn’t you?”

  “I’m not a prostitute! I realize you have a low opinion of me, but I would never sell my body, however high the fee, however close to rock bottom I might be. The shame would kill me.” She brushed her tangled hair away from her face to hide the fact that she was shaking with anger. “I’ll pay back every penny I owe you, Andreas, even if it kills me. But I won’t earn it in your bed.”

  Andreas emitted a hollow laugh. He looked slowly and deliberately down at his watch. “We shall see, Kizzy Dean. I don’t think you’re going to be able to hold out on me for too long, not judging by the way you went up in flames earlier. I will have you, Kizzy. I always get what I want.”

  “You wouldn’t dare—”

  “Nothing so crass,” he said, with a dark smile, and let his hand fall. “You will come to me eventually. I guarantee it.”

  …

  Kizzy forced her eyes open in spite of the bright light burning down on her.

  “Where…?”

  She shielded her eyes with her hands and tried to swallow, her throat uncomfortably dry. She forced herself to sit up, and felt a slight tenderness in her body. Then it all came flooding back. The previous evening flashed rapidly through her mind in humiliating detail.

  She was in the guest bedroom that Andreas had shown her to after her embarrassing display in his arms.

  He had been disarmingly polite and had acted like a perfect host as he had shown her around a suite of rooms that could have been an apartment in its own right. The pretty metal lamps that had illuminated the bedroom the night before had given way to bright shafts of early morning sunshine, filtering through cracks in the shutters and painting clean golden lines across the richly embroidered bedspread.

  Pushing through the canopy of white material that hung from the white domed ceiling above her, Kizzy stepped down from the wooden platform of her bed and went to the window.

  She p
ulled apart the heavy wooden shutters using both hands and gasped as an explosion of blue, gold, and green flooded her senses.

  As the warm breeze caressed her cheeks, Kizzy felt as if she were flying. She stared out across the bay, awestruck. A heat-hazy, pale blue sky topped a ragged, golden horizon of ocher rock underlined by a slash of deepest azure sea. The wash sparkled and glinted as it eased around the bay and washed up toward a fringe of enormous fig trees, accompanied only by the rustle of a huge frangipani tree against the outside wall.

  Taking a step backward into the bedroom, Kizzy noticed for the first time that there was a set of floor-to-ceiling carved wooden doors that must lead out onto the balcony.

  With a rush of excitement, she grasped the heavy metal handles and tugged them open.

  The generous white balcony was sheltered from the sun’s rays by a mustard-colored awning with castellated edges. Underfoot, an elaborately inlaid pebble floor tickled the soles of her feet.

  At the outer edge of the balcony rose a tower that looked like an elaborate dovecote with green-shuttered windows shaped like archways. An intricate double rope pattern was carved around the edge of each one, and Kizzy guessed they must have the most amazing panoramic views of the sea when open. The balcony wall had been decorated with a row of lemons, whose skin shone seductively and begged to be touched. Kizzy lifted one to inhale its refreshing aroma.

  She knelt on a low sofa covered with Moorish-looking throws and leaned her elbows on the wall to stare out across the bay.

  The view was more impressive from here. She could even make out the little fishing boats that were sailing in and out. The blast of a ship’s horn broke the idyll and drew her attention toward the jetty and tavernas she had passed with Andreas the night before.

  An old ferry was belching into the bay, seeming to list slightly with its burden of sightseers, and it had shimmied a little too close to the imposing bows of Elektron.

  Kizzy laughed, emitting a witchy cackle. “Mess with Lazarides at your peril, little boat!”

  She bit down pensively on her bottom lip. The scene out in the bay summed it up for her: sleek super-yacht putting a scruffy old boat in its place. It was a warning from the gods, she told herself wryly, to remind her of the fire she had played with last night.

  “I heard that,” came a deep voice from below.

  Kizzy gasped and dropped the lemon she had been holding as she leaned over the edge to see where he was. There wasn’t the slightest doubt in her mind as to who had spoken. She peered down into the shady courtyard, and saw her boss staring straight back up at her, tossing the lemon nonchalantly from hand to hand.

  Dressed casually in taupe cargo shorts, he radiated pure maleness. A black T-shirt clung to his torso in a revealing and erotic manner, hugging the hard contours of his shoulders and muscular chest. She felt her mouth go dry as her eyes drifted from his chest to his bare legs. Golden skin with a smattering of dark hair fed her imagination as she considered what the rest of his body might look like undressed.

  “I didn’t realize you were there.”

  “Clearly not,” he replied, and threw the lemon back up to her.

  He locked the door at the base of the tower, then slid the key back into his pocket.

  “Dorinda will bring breakfast up to you shortly. After you eat, I’d like to get out and about. A few issues have arisen since we arrived that need to be addressed quickly.” He stared at her silently for a few seconds. “And I need to deal with you, Miss Dean.”

  Kizzy felt heat flare in her cheeks as Andreas turned and strode away through an archway leading from the courtyard, disappearing down a flight of rugged steps into a lush tangle of greenery.

  Miss Dean?

  So he had decided to revert to formality in the light of day. He must have seen sense and decided to forget the ridiculous “be my mistress” proposition he had made the night before.

  Well, that would be good. It was the only sensible course to take.

  She drew the edges of the silk robe Andreas had purchased for her on Rhodes closer across her chest. He was undoubtedly a very proud man who wasn’t used to his offers being refused, so he was pretending that the whole sorry episode had never happened.

  She would be wise not to allude to it either, she thought, and pressed her lips together. And as for that odd, disappointed feeling in her stomach?

  It could only be hunger, nothing more.

  Chapter Seven

  Kizzy wandered nervously down the steps from her room to the sun-drenched courtyard below, comforting herself with the thought that Andreas appeared to have put the unfortunate episode the previous evening behind him and she must do the same. She must forget all about it. And when she saw him again shortly she would absolutely not allow herself to stare at his body, or wish that she could tangle her fingers through his black hair once more. Or even notice how good Andreas smelled, with that clean, spicy, male scent of his.

  She felt a frisson of annoyance and roughly wrenched the strap of her handbag across her body as she reached the table they had shared at dinner the previous night. It had been simply decorated with a potted succulent, all neat and perfectly tidy with no trace of the passion that had burned there previously.

  She jerked suddenly as a large hand closed over her shoulder from behind.

  “You’ve put your hair up.” Andreas smiled down as her startled face snapped around to meet his gaze. “It looks much prettier down, like you had it first thing this morning.”

  “It’s hot,” Kizzy replied feebly and rubbed the back of her neck as if to emphasize the point, though it was really to disguise the blush his observation had caused.

  “This morning I’ll show you around some of my commercial interests in Lindos. I also need to visit the property office and sort out a few problems—you may be able to help me out.” He took a notebook out of his back pocket along with a small, scruffy plastic pen, and handed them to her. “I have no idea where your business skills lie but I’m sure you couldn’t have pulled off a degree without being able to write. You can take notes for me when necessary.”

  “Fine,” Kizzy replied brightly as she fought the urge to tell him just how condescending he sounded. “I think I can manage that.”

  “Good.” He ignored the sour turn of her mouth. “There’s a ridiculous rumor circulating that my office manager is about to hand her notice in. I have no idea where these absurd stories originate, but on this occasion I can’t resist checking it out.”

  “It couldn’t be true?” Kizzy replied as she slipped the notepad and pen into her bag, having made sure their hands would not touch.

  “Of course not.” He began to stride toward the large gated front door in the wall. “No one has ever resigned from my employ. Why on earth would they?”

  Kizzy resisted the urge to say something along the lines of “Because you’re an autocratic control freak?” and managed instead to mumble, “I can’t begin to imagine.” She kept her eyes firmly focused on the path below her feet and not on the visual temptation of his magnificently broad back as she followed him into the busy streets of Lindos village.

  Their stroll through the growing crowds that filled the arterial alleyways was pleasantly brief and, mercifully for Kizzy’s aching calves, downhill.

  Andreas paused outside a small doorway set in a shady recess reached via two time-worn, white stone steps partially obscured by a sleeping ginger cat.

  The hand-painted blue and white sign of Lazarides’ Property offices was a more relaxed affair than the stern, metalwork plate outside his vast London headquarters. This sign was battered with rust spots and rattled askew as he pushed open the glass-fronted door with one confident hand and walked though.

  An ancient bell announced their arrival. Andreas shot Kizzy a glance that seemed to be more about checking to see that she was still there than to reassure her, before turning the sign to its “Closed” position.

  He locked the door and strode assertively toward a door at the rear. />
  “Get Miss Dean a drink, Angie,” was the brusque command he threw over his shoulder. “And I don’t want to be disturbed.”

  As the door clicked shut behind him, the petite young blonde behind the reception desk raised her eyebrows in a silent, comical gesture that couldn’t have been more different from the chilly professionalism of Isabella back in London. “What’s gotten in to him today?”

  “I think it may have something to do with a rumor that’s been going round.”

  “Oh yes?” Angie replied, her green eyes widening with curiosity. “Would you like a can of something?” she asked, and opened the door of a large drink fridge.

  “Yes, please. Something about someone resigning?” She noticed the other woman wince as she handed Kizzy an ice-cold can. “So it’s true?”

  “Afraid so. But it’s not like it sounds, honestly it isn’t. He’s the best boss either of us has ever had and we both love it here, but life happens and Liz’s been trying to talk to him for ages.” She took a seat next to Kizzy and curled her long tanned legs up beneath her like the sleeping cat outside. Her eyes rounded on Kizzy with intensified interest. “He hasn’t been answering his phone. Are you being lined up to work here?”

  Kizzy was taken aback by the directness of her question but blinked back her surprise. “I don’t think so. That is, I can’t be sure about anything at this stage.”

  “Pity. Now that Liz’s pregnant, she’ll be heading straight to Australia with her boyfriend and it’s left me in a bit of a spot—” Angie suddenly looked horrified. “Whoops! I think I’ve just let the cat out of the bag.”

  Kizzy shook her head and smiled, comforted by Angie’s friendly company. For the first time in days she felt warm on the inside.

  “I won’t say a word, I promise.”

  …

  “You seem a lot more cheerful since our little trip to the office,” Andreas remarked as he absentmindedly ran a lean finger up and down the icy mist of his beer glass. “Anything I should know?”