Page 90 of Bad Girl Dilemma

“You’re insatiable,” he says softly. “And reckless. And mine. So absolutely no scratches.”

I shiver. Not from fear. Never from fear.

Frombelonging.

“Always,” I whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to his mouth—quick and dirty and hot enough to promise later.

His hand trails down my spine, stopping at the plug. His thumb taps the base lightly.

“You want that reward?”

I arch my brow. “What do you think?”

He groans under his breath. “Then win for me, little thief.”

My grin is wicked. “Now Ihaveto.”

Thirty MinutesLater

Getting dressedin front of Dante is a game. A tease. A ritual.

He sits back on the edge of the bed, shirt unbuttoned, tie hanging loose, eyes devouring every movement like I’m the only show in town.

Which, to him, I probably am.

I hook the thigh holsters first, the leather hugging my curves like a second skin. Then the sheer black mesh blouse, the one that’s more suggestion than coverage. My cropped jacket hugs my waist, the hem brushing just above the waistband of my tight skirt.

He watches me clip a slim blade to my boot, then pin my hair up, twisting it high to reveal the diamond collar glittering at my throat.

A symbol. A promise. A challenge.

“Color?” he asks as he finally starts to button his shirt, one slow movement at a time.

I smirk into the mirror, eyes locking with his. “Green.” Then I blow him a kiss over my shoulder and add, “Greedy little green goddess, Daddy.”

The growl he lets out is instant. Low. Dangerous.

“Keep talking like that,” he warns, sliding his cufflinks into place, “and I’ll fuck you in the alley before we even make it to the vault. You’ll heist with cum dripping down your thighs.”

I bite my bottom lip, humming like I’m tempted.

And God, Iam.

But I want the whole show tonight. The full reward. The high of a job pulled off perfectly—thenthe bliss of being undone.

So I wink. “Later.”

We makeit in and out with barely a hitch.

The tech was older than expected.

The building’s vault wasn’t even triple firewalled. The guards were glorified bouncers with tasers and bad attitudes. It was almost too easy.

But thethrill? That was still very real.

The way we moved together—fluid, sharp, seamless. His hands covering me as I pried open the last sequence. His mouth at my ear counting down the final seconds. My fingers feeding him the drive, heart pounding.

Our shadows slipping into the night like vapor.

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