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Taunted (Stealing the Thief #2)
Taunted (Stealing the Thief #2)
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As the power of their attraction deepens, Miranda finds herself on unfamiliar ground with Aaron. He pushes all of her buttons and shows his dominant side in business and personal matters, keeping her confused and aroused.
Their fight for control brings out the brat in her and she does everything possible to regain the upper hand, to no avail.
But more surprising than anything, she enjoys being under his rough control, in and out of bed. With or without handcuffs.
Warning: This story contains explicit sex, bondage and a sexy, jaded thief clearly in over her head.
Excerpt:
With one strong thrust, he pushed his hips upward, lifting me and himself upward, taking me by surprise before settling in the mattress again. He was really strong. I started licking and biting him, from the spot behind his ear, to his neck, his Adam’s apple and shoulder. He was really enjoying it. With my now free hands I took his face between my hands for a deep kiss while my hips were grinding against his manhood. From his lips escaped masculine sighs and grunts. His hands were traveling my body, groping and kneading, pressing and teasing me. I felt his hands clutch my hips and in a second he was in a sitting position, I took the chance to circle him with my free legs but that only gave his covered member more access to my exposed and opened wet folds. I moaned loudly.
"What’s the matter? Trying to be a big girl? Still not big enough in be in charge. Let me show you something real big," he said, clutching my head in his hand with his mouth whispering in my ear.
With my legs still around him, he stood up and walked me through to the next room. He stood behind the largest sofa and releasing himself from my grasp, propping my frame on the leather couch. My ass was up in the air, my legs barely touching the floor and my front was dangling at the front of the sofa. I pressed my legs against the cream colored cushions below my head for more support.
"Don’t you look delicious like this," he said walking around the furniture. I felt so exposed in this position.
"Do you think I should tie you up? Do you promise to be a good girl?" He asked.
"You know I can’t promise anything Aaron," I said giddily, lifting my head a little to look at him in the eyes.
"Fair enough."
Their fight for control brings out the brat in her and she does everything possible to regain the upper hand, to no avail.
But more surprising than anything, she enjoys being under his rough control, in and out of bed. With or without handcuffs.
Warning: This story contains explicit sex, bondage and a sexy, jaded thief clearly in over her head.
Excerpt:
With one strong thrust, he pushed his hips upward, lifting me and himself upward, taking me by surprise before settling in the mattress again. He was really strong. I started licking and biting him, from the spot behind his ear, to his neck, his Adam’s apple and shoulder. He was really enjoying it. With my now free hands I took his face between my hands for a deep kiss while my hips were grinding against his manhood. From his lips escaped masculine sighs and grunts. His hands were traveling my body, groping and kneading, pressing and teasing me. I felt his hands clutch my hips and in a second he was in a sitting position, I took the chance to circle him with my free legs but that only gave his covered member more access to my exposed and opened wet folds. I moaned loudly.
"What’s the matter? Trying to be a big girl? Still not big enough in be in charge. Let me show you something real big," he said, clutching my head in his hand with his mouth whispering in my ear.
With my legs still around him, he stood up and walked me through to the next room. He stood behind the largest sofa and releasing himself from my grasp, propping my frame on the leather couch. My ass was up in the air, my legs barely touching the floor and my front was dangling at the front of the sofa. I pressed my legs against the cream colored cushions below my head for more support.
"Don’t you look delicious like this," he said walking around the furniture. I felt so exposed in this position.
"Do you think I should tie you up? Do you promise to be a good girl?" He asked.
"You know I can’t promise anything Aaron," I said giddily, lifting my head a little to look at him in the eyes.
"Fair enough."
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