Dirty Thief, an all new sexy and scandalous installment in the Dirty Players Series by Tia Louise is coming April 25th!
DIRTY * SEXY * SCANDALOUS
What do you get when you mix a brooding king with a sexy pickpocket? Not your usual fairy tale.
Ava Wilder is beautiful, she lives in a pink castle, and she’s a thief. Rowan Westringham Tate loves power, speed, and Ava.
Their romance is straight out of an erotic Cinderella story, until the one man Ava is running from shows up to claim what she stole—or to claim her.
Now Ava might be forced to take another thing to protect her happily ever after… A life.
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Rowan stands in the doorway silently watching me. His eyes gleam, and my pulse jumps.
“I couldn’t resist,” I say softly, a little breathless. “I stole this from the boutique today.”
Opening my hand, I let a small chain slip through my fingers. A different light enters his eyes, and my stomach tightens. Without a word, he crosses the space to where I’m standing. Grasping my wrist, he turns my hand over.
“You stole cheap costume jewelry when I would buy you anything?”
“I suppose I ought to be punished.” My voice is pouty, and I lift my eyes to meet his.
They blaze a trail down my body as he studies me. The white shirt hangs open, and my nipples are beaded. Lifting a hand, he cups my breast, rolling a stiff bud between his fingers, teasing it, lengthening it. I sigh audibly.
Shrugging my shoulders, I allow the shirt to slide down my arms. It falls all the way to the floor, leaving me bare to him. I walk to where the wedge is located and kneel down. On the silky carpet, I lean forward and place my elbows on the floor, lifting my ass so he can see all of me.
A little hiss fills the air, and I close my eyes to the sound of Rowan removing his clothes. I remember the first time he taught me to do this. I was so nervous and afraid. By the end, I had come so hard, I begged him to do it again.
He goes to the table and takes the mask, holding it in his hand. “Up,” he orders, and I push up from my elbows, sitting back on my feet to look up at him.
He’s completely nude, his erection pointing toward my face. Our eyes lock, and I lean forward, opening my mouth. With one hand, I guide the mushroom tip between my lips, flicking my tongue around the edges. He tastes salty, and his skin smells like the soap from his shower. He exhales a groan, and I take him deeper, pulling and sucking as he wraps the mask around my eyes, tying it behind my head.
His shaft is wet, and I use the slickness to slide my fist down to the base and back up. My lips are focused on his tip, sucking and lightly touching him with my teeth.
I’m rewarded with another low groan, and his fingers cup my cheeks. I can feel him thickening. I can feel the muscles in his legs tightening under my hand.
“Down.” He commands, his voice thick.
I obey, satisfaction warming my stomach. The French doors are open, and the shush of the breakers on the sea below fills the air around us. I turn and wait as he takes the thigh restraints and wraps them around my legs. Then he lifts my wrists, placing them in the cuffs attached to each side. He closes them, and moves me to the wedge. I lean forward on my stomach, ass up, hands bound to the outsides of my spread thighs.
My breath comes in little pants as I wait for the crop…
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