Page 66 of Wicked Little Thief

Then he slowed his pace, and with a final flick of her clit, removed his hands and murmured, “Good.”

He stepped away, and she hopped off the table, snatched her clothes off the floor, and huffed out a snide, “What’s so good about it?” This time her brain didn’t override her mouth and she snapped, “I’m going to go finish the job you seem incapable of completing!”

She’d made it three steps out of the kitchen when he called after her, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Utah spun around and put one hand on her hip. “Yeah, well, you’ve had two orgasms already so you wouldn’t need to.”

Before she could turn back toward the stairs, he was in front of her in a flash. She draped the clothes in her hand to cover her body like a shield while he backed her up until she bumped against the wall with her backside.

His hand went under her chin, as if to hold her in place.

“It hasn’t even been eight hours since I picked you up from jail, sweetheart, and”—with his free hand he skimmed the metal along her throat—“even less since I put this collar around your neck, and you’re already being disobedient.”

He was right, but she was too frustrated to care and sassed in retort, “If I would’ve known being your sex toy meant I wasn’t allowed to have orgasms, I never would have agreed to this.”

Liam plucked the clothes from her hand that were somehow acting as a defense and theatrically dropped them to the floor.

“You’re allowed to have orgasms, little honeybee. When I decide you’ve earned them. For the next four months, I own you and your pleasure. So, it would behoove you not to upset me.”

She bit back a sob. “I’ve been trying to make you happy ever since you picked me up.”

“And until two minutes ago, you’d been doing a great job.”

“So why are you punishing me?”

“Not letting you come isn’t punishment, baby. It’s a lesson. A lesson about patience, about who you belong to, and about what your place is while you’re here.”

Since she was already being insolent, she decided to keep it going and groused, “I liked it better when you gave me more orgasms than I could count.”

“Be careful what you wish for, little bee.”

His warning felt ominous, but she chose to ignore it. How could coming more times than she could count be a bad thing?

Sensing her defiance, he subtly squeezed her neck and nipped her lips with his teeth. “Go upstairs and take a shower; I’m going to fuck every one of your holes tonight—with my cock and your toys. Some at the same time.”

Her stomach did a flip at the thought.

“I’ll be up in twenty minutes, have your toys out on the bed and be waiting on your knees for me.”

He released his hold on her and stepped back to let her pass. She’d just reached the stairs when he added, “Don’t you dare touch my pussy other than to wash it.”

She wasn’t sure she could promise that once she was alone under the hot water. Utah glanced back at him to find his eyebrow hiked as he stared at her.

“I will know, honeybee. And I won’t be happy.”

Thank goodness she’d figured out how to operate the party shower.

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Liam

He could see her throat move as she swallowed hard and nodded her head, then turned and climbed the stairs. She seemed surprised when she reached the landing and glanced down to find him still watching her.

“Twenty minutes,” he called up to her.

That caused her to scurry down the hall toward their bedroom.

Liam was already halfway in love with her and she hadn’t even been there a day.

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