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He pushed the last of his thickness into her channel and she wrapped her legs around him and held tight, knowing she had never felt more perfectly complete than she did at this moment. He was hers, this man, hers forever, and nothing could make her happier.

“I love you so much,” he said, staring down at her with a tenderness that made her eyes sting. “I would slay a hundred beasts to be able to end the day in your arms.”

“And I would sleep a hundred years in wait for you, but I’m glad it didn’t take that long.” She smoothed a hand down his face as she urged his lips down to hers.

Their tongues tangled as he began to thrust inside her, their coming together a lingering, sensuous mating that built the fire inside her to a delicious burn. Just as the sun began to set through the missing stones of the tower, casting their bed in ruby light, Calliope came with a delicious sizzle she felt from her head to her toes. Aaron joined her moments later, his thick cock pulsing as he lost himself inside of her.

Calliope watched his features twist with a primal delight she would never tire of witnessing and the joy inside her bubbled a little higher.

“And I suppose you’ll want an heir,” she said, holding him close as they caught their breath after. “Even if he or she might be a little crazy like their mom?”

“Yes I do and you aren’t even a little crazy. Except that you agreed to marry a man who is so clearly unworthy of you.” Aaron propped himself up on his arms and kissed her before pulling back to look at her as if she were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “But I will try to prove myself worthy of your trust. And your love.”

Calliope’s chest filled until she feared it would burst. She had never felt so cared for, not one day in her entire life. “You are worthy. I will spend the rest of my life showing you just how worthy you are.”

“You too, sweet.” Then he kissed her again, and soon they were making love a second time.

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And it was lovely, as lovely as any fairy story she had ever read.

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About the Author

Callie Wild spent her childhood devouring fairy tales and her teen years soaking in a powerful marinade of historical bodice rippers and 1980s time travel romances. She finished her first book at age ten, a friends to lovers story featuring too much kissing—at least according to the English teacher who called her mother in for an after school conference—and has been writing ever since. She loves stories that are hot, fast-paced, sexy, steamy, sweet, and a little silly and is so excited to share her Kinky Adult Fairy Tales with readers.

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About The Book

DOMINATED: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale

Bedding the Bad Girl Book Four

She has the whip, but he’ll be doing the spanking…

Eleanor is the mistress of a swanky BDSM parlor in Kingdom City, but secretly prefers love from the submissive side of the fence. When Frank, a member of the Royal Guard, calls her bluff, she can’t help but melt in his big, Dominant arms.

Frank is under cover to protect Eleanor from a stalker terrorizing the city, but soon finds himself wishing that one night of pretend could become a lifetime of Kinky Ever After. Can he keep her safe long enough to claim her as his own?

A sexy, BDSM-flavored, stand-alone continuation of the Cinderella story. No Cliffhanger.

DOMINATED by Callie Wild

“Down on your belly!” Eleanor demanded, snapping her whip with a practiced flick of the wrist and doing her best to pretend she wasn’t way out of her league.

“Make me.” The man who knelt before her whispered the words, but that didn’t make them any less menacing. Even at a low volume his voice was daunting. It smoothed over her skin and made her shiver.

The voice alone would have been enough to make Eleanor sweat this job, even if the rest of this guy weren’t completely intimidating. Which it was, every enormous inch, from his bald head to the tips of his toes. Sweat rolled off his bare shoulders—his broad, muscled, dominant-looking shoulders. His were deltoids that never should have seen the inside of a BDSM club, at least not from the submissive side of the fence. He looked powerful enough to pick her up and snap her spine like a twig, and mean enough to enjoy it.

Eleanor swallowed and tried to remember that domination was at least seventy-five percent mental.

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