Page 88 of Tempting Little Thief

Something I would never have expected from my rulemaking queen comes next.

A blush, one born of uncertainty, not embarrassment, and maybe a little shame. Definitely vulnerability. It clicks in an instant.

“I see …” I lick my lips, eyes eating her up as I take a step back.

Thecontessa, the knife-throwing, money-laundering daughter of a murdering man, isn’t craving control.

She has that in spades.

She makes rules, punishes those who break them, and bosses others around all the time. People come to her for answers she’s expected to have and they look to her to lead.

Pretty and perfect all the time, that’s what she said.

Always poised and in control.

Control she must take.

But not here.

Not now.

Not with me …

My cock twitches as she holds my gaze, the crimson of her cheeks spreading lower, all the fuck over.

This girl, she’s offering herself up to me on a pretty little platter, knowing mine’s nothing but a tarnished sterling silver compared to the gold her wrists are wrapped in.

She wants me to do what I want.

To take what I want.

To take control, lead her where I want her, trusting me to get her there.

Shewantsto be the submissive little lamb and me, the big bad wolf.

I’d go as far as to say she needs it.

I couldn’t get any fucking harder, my dick throbbing, aching to be freed.

As if reading my mind, her eyes fall to my waistband. Her attention holds there, thighs clenching when she spots a hint of the tip peeking through the elastic.

I reach up with one hand, gliding my thumb along her bottom lip, the swell thick and full, soft, the perfect contrast to my jagged, broken skin. “Bet these will feel so good wrapped around my dick.”

Her lips part as if ready.

“Bet you’d suck me so good.” I tip my head, my knuckles brushing down her cheek. “Wouldn’t you, gorgeous girl?”

She nods.

“Say it.”

“Yes.” She shudders. “I would.”

“Would what?”

Her gaze slices up to mine. “I would suck you so good, Bastian,” she promises. “I would treat you like a king and take you as deep as you’d allow. I wouldn’t stop until you were ready to come, and then I’d beg you to let me taste you on my tongue.”

Right before my eyes, the forest green of hers grows into the deepest shade of dark hunter green. She loves this shit.

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