Free Taken by the Pirate Billionaire by Shelli Stevens

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