Page 174 of Wicked Little Thief


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She stood and bent over as she walked out the door backward. “As you wish, My Liege.”

“You’re going to pay for that!” he called after her.

Duh. That’s what she was hoping for.

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Liam

She brought him another beer and moved to return to her pillow at his feet. He took a drink, then set the cold bottle next to the empty one and stood.

Instead of letting her sit on the floor, he lifted her onto his desk and spread her thighs wide.

Using the empty bottle, he traced the lip of it along her inner thigh, then circled her tight hole before dragging it along her seam to her clit.

Utah leaned back on her elbows, lifted her hips forward, and moaned softly.

He took that as an invitation to keep going.

With his free hand, he played with her clit while he slid the longneck bottle inside her pussy.

She let out a long moan and closed her eyes. “Ohhh, fuck me with your bottle, Sir.”

He loved that she was as kinky as he was.

“My pretty little slut with her legs spread wide on my desk so I can punish her with my beer bottle.”

Moving the bottle faster in tempo with his finger working her clit, he growled. “Ride that glass dildo, naughty girl. Come all over it.”

She thrust her hips, humping the bottle like she would his cock, and cried out, “May I come, Sir?”

That was so fucking hot, he’d almost forgotten that she was supposed to ask permission.

With a chuckle, he told her, “You may.”

Lurching forward, her tiny little body convulsed from head to toe as moaned, “Oh, thank you, Sir.”

The pleasure was all his.

**

Later that night, as he held her close in bed, he softly asked, “You’re not still going into the hospital tomorrow, are you?”

“I am. Well, until noon, then I have to leave and sign my lease.”

That’s when he realized nothing had changed. She was still moving out.

Chapter Sixty-Four

Liam

He was in a foul-ass mood all morning, and the closer the clock got to noon, the pissier he became.

He picked up his office phone to call the one on Parker’s desk.

His friend answered, “What’s going on? I heard about yesterday. What the fuck?”

Liam didn’t give a shit about yesterday. At least not at that moment. He was going to crawl out of his skin if he didn’t talk to somebody.

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