Taken by the Pirate Billionaire (9 page)

Something soft tickled across her breasts until her nipples hardened.

“I love it when they do that.” Devon circled what must have been a feather over the taut peaks. “You really have the prettiest nipples.”

Renee gave a frustrated cry, trying not to feel anything except the need to get away, but she struggled with every trace of the feather.

The feather moved down around her belly button, and then lightly over the cleft in between her legs.

“And tell me, sweetheart, why are you so curious about my ancestors? And jewelry that I may or may not own?”

She closed her mouth, refusing to say anything more as his tongue dipped into her belly button.

“Not going to talk, are you? There’s ways to make you talk, Renee.”

“Really? That’s a little cliché, don’t you think?” She gave a harsh laugh that turned into a gasp as his tongue stroked wet and warm between her legs.

“No more cliché than when you did it to me. How quickly you forget.” He gave a low, sensual laugh. “Besides, maybe I just enjoy tasting you.”

She moaned as he did just that again.

Being blindfolded made his every touch even more stimulating and exciting. She tried to close her thighs to his probing tongue, but the restraints prevented her.

Then his tongue retreated—to her surprising disappointment—and the bed sunk down. She could feel Devon’s body heat next to her.

He traced a finger between her legs. “Your body knows me now, Renee. It responds to my touch so quickly.”

Renee groaned, the combination of his words and his touch almost undoing her.

“Please,” she whispered.

“Which form of release do you beg for now, I wonder?” Lazy amusement tinged his words.
 

“From these straps. Whatever they are.” Okay, that was a bit of a lie. Right now she wanted to come so badly her body was literally shaking from it.

He pressed a finger slowly inside her, and she expelled her breath on a ragged sigh.
 

“Is that why you crashed my party? To steal something I don’t even own?”
 

“You own it,” she whispered, drugged by lust now, “you have to.”

“I want you to tell me exactly why you’re so concerned about my family history and our belongings.”

She shook her head and pulled at her restraints, but she quickly went still as he pulled his finger from her sheath, up the crevice of her bottom, circling the tiny hole there.

“Renee?”

She couldn’t answer as he pushed the finger, coated with her juices, into her. He moved the finger deeper into her ass and she felt his breath between her legs. Then, before she could protest, he started licking her again.

Renee squirmed against her restraints, completely helpless to his seductive invasion.

“Answer me, Renee.”

His tongue moved onto her clitoris and she gave a strangled cry. He circled the bud until she moaned out in frustration.

“Tell me,” he asked again, between licks.

God, she would have been a terrible spy.

“You have a brooch that belonged to my ancestor.” She gasped, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow. “It was stolen by one of your ancestors who was a pirate. Now either release me, or give me an orgasm!”

The silence that followed made her think that he was either shocked by her news, or figuring out another way to lie to her. She wished she could see his face.

“Darren Murray stole from your family?” He sounded intrigued, but not necessarily guilty.

She made a sound of triumph, momentarily forgetting her arousal. “I
knew
you descended from him!”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“And you’re as notorious as him.” Could she sound anymore childish? She knew it was only brought on by embarrassment and sexual frustration.

“Yes, I suppose I am,” he murmured. “And my poor Renee is very aggravated. Is there something I can do for you, sweetheart?”

“You are such an asshole.” She jerked against her restraints again. “And I’m not yours.”

“Aren’t you?” he asked softly, before he buried his tongue in her.

She was screaming, lifting her hips as much as she could to meet his mouth. He began sucking on her clit and thrusting his fingers inside her.

She came so hard she was sobbing and limp on the bed. Before she could recover Devon’s cock was inside her, and he thrust to the hilt. She couldn’t do anything but lie there and take him, feeling him stretching her, filling her.

“Yes. You
are
mine.” His mouth covered hers, silencing her denials. His tongue delved past her teeth to find hers.

Renee melted against him, knowing he was right. Somewhere along the way everything had changed. This went so much deeper than just casual sex. No other man had ever made her feel like this—she doubted any other would ever be able to do so.
 

She was tied up, blindfolded, and being ravished just as he’d teased her about, and she loved all of it and craved more. But she’d never admit that to him.

Instead she kissed him back, taking control with the only part of her body she was allowed to use. She curled her tongue around his, sucking hard and tasting herself.

Devon’s thrusts became faster and harder, causing her body to jerk against her restraints. The continuous pressure of his pelvis against her clitoris brought her to climax again. Lights flashed in her head and her heart galloped with adrenaline. She moaned as he buried himself deep and stayed there.

He groaned as he came, before collapsing to rest on top of her, nuzzling her neck and whispering her name.

Chapter Twelve

Devon removed the restraints and blindfold a few minutes later and then lay down beside her. Although Renee hadn’t been in them very long, she made a big show of rubbing her wrists.

He hid a smile. She’d enjoyed the experience, despite what she’d otherwise say. He was also relieved to find out that she wasn’t some nosy reporter or perhaps someone with even more cynical intentions.

No, his adorable Renee had only been out to avenge a centuries old robbery. Not that he was convinced her story was real. Although it could have been—supposedly Darren Murray had been a really corrupt bastard.

“How did you untie yourself from the bed?” she asked.

“Tying knots isn’t your forte. But I have a book on bondage if you’d like to borrow it.”

She flushed. “I’ll pass. So, what happens now?”

Her question surprised him, and he glanced over to find her relaxed and reclined on the pillows with an arm behind her head. All she needed was a cigarette, she looked that content.

He raised an eyebrow in a silent request for her to elaborate.

“Are you going to call the police on me?” She crossed one ankle over another.

“Of course not.” Devon did laugh now. “Besides, what would I tell them, sweetheart? That you have a hair up your butt over a brooch that may or may not exist?”

Her eyes narrowed as she watched him. “It does exist. I have an antique diary that describes it and points a finger at your ancestor for having taken it.”

“Really? Now that
is
intriguing. Do you have the diary on you?”

“No, do I look stupid?”

He gave a lazy smile. “You tried to drug me. Do you really want me to answer that?”

Renee stared at him for a moment, before she dropped her gaze. “Why do you have sex parties?”

The change of subject didn’t surprise him as much as the question itself.

“It started as an experiment back in college. A few friends and I had a gothic themed party that ended up with pretty serious sexual undertones.”

“You, gothic?” She arched a brow. “I can’t imagine.”

He went on without acknowledging her sarcasm. “The party was quite a hit, so we continued to have one annually. Eventually I left college and returned home to the estate. But I saw no reason to not continue the parties. It’s a once a year opportunity for all fantasies to come to life. All inhibitions to be dropped. I’m discreet about who I invite, and the whole affair is very covert.”

“And the invited just happen to be rich and famous,” Renee murmured. “Then again you’re a wealthy man, Devon.”

“I am. Darren pillaged well for his family,” he replied, knowing it would aggravate her more. “Not to mention I made a few bucks off of Overshare.”

The color in her cheeks rose. “And I suppose the party’s also a convenient excuse for you to have kinky sex with half of the town?”

Was it possible she was the tiniest bit jealous?
 

“To be honest, I haven’t participated in any of my parties in probably five years. I equate it to having too much candy after Halloween and then not wanting any more sugar for a while.”

Renee looked shocked. “You haven’t had sex in five years?”

He gave a brief smile. “I’m not a monk, Renee. Let’s just say I’ve been very selective about whom I take to my bed.”

“So I should be flattered?”

He traced a finger over her frowning mouth. “Yes, in a way you should.”

She nipped at his finger, but seemed pleased by what he’d told her.
 

“How come you didn’t try the whole Dom thing on me? I half expected you to haul me off to some sexual dungeon the night of the party.”

Devon laughed. “Sorry, no dungeon. I outgrew the sadomasochism scene. Like I said, it was a college thing. But the guests at my party are encouraged to experience or play in any manner they desire—so long as it’s not too violent or dangerous. I provide a very discreet, and private, environment. I hand pick who is invited to my parties.”

“Hmm.” 

“Which is why I wasn’t pleased to see you crashing it.” He paused and gave her a considering look. “I’d like to see the diary, Renee. Will you let me?” 

She sat up, and her hair spilled down over her breasts. Dark nipples peeked through the wavy strands. Devon’s eyes lingered on the sensual sight.

“Are you sticking to the story that you know nothing about the brooch?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you.” 

She gave a distressed little moan and bit her lip.

He lifted his gaze, catching her agitated expression. “Why do you want it? Is it a money issue?”

“I...” She hesitated and then sighed. “Yes, it’s a money issue, but not for me.”

“Your doggy daycare?”

“You know what I do?” She shook her head and grimaced. “Wait, of course you do. How silly of me.”

“I think what you do is charming.” And he meant it.
 

“I don’t know if it’s charming.” Her nose wrinkled. “I just love dogs, and I got tired of sacrificing my life to the corporate world. So a year ago I decided to go into the pet sitting business with my boyfriend.”

He went still. “Boyfriend?”

“Ex, sorry.” She waved her hand and went on. “Anyway, we were doing great and starting to turn a profit, and then Joey and I started having problems. When I ended things, he didn’t much appreciate it.”

The tension in his body dissipated some. “What happened next?”

“Joey quit, stole my list of clients and then opened his own business. He charges twenty bucks less a day.”

“And all your customers abandoned you for him, so now you’re stuck with no income?”

“No, I’m holding my own. People went to him for the discount, but preferred me in the end.”

“Only an idiot wouldn’t.” He pulled out his most charming smile, but it went right over her head.

“So, no, it’s not me with the money issues, but my grandparents. They raised me, and they’re in danger of losing their house. I’m trying to help get the money to pay it off.”

“By stealing something from me.”

Shame flashed across her face. “I’m sorry Devon. I didn’t want to break into your home and steal the brooch. It just seemed like a good plan at the time, because I knew it had once been in my family. It would serve me right if you did turn me over to the police. Any other person probably would have by now.”

“I’d rather keep you for myself.” Devon reached out to graze his knuckle over one of her nipples. “Will you bring the diary over for me to look at? There may be some clues you’ve missed.”

“I’m not gonna lie. I’ve missed a lot. It’s kind of illegible.” She stared at him skeptically. “You’d really want to help me with it? After everything I’ve done to you?”

“You haven’t done a whole lot to me, except blowing my mind in bed.” He gave a faint smile. “This diary situation involves both of our families.” He moved his hand down to stroke the curve of her hip. “I’m intrigued. Also it may explain why you seem so familiar to me.”

Her brows drew together. “I seem familiar to you? How so?”

“Mmm hmm,” He traced his fingers off her hip and onto the soft curve of her stomach. “I can’t place it, but it’s almost like... I knew you when I saw you.”

“Well now that’s weird.” Renee put her hand over his wandering one. “What if you somehow tapped into Darren’s memories—?”