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“Consider it your retribution. Little girls like you should know better than to go around stealing from bad men.”

She bites into her lower lip for a moment before her eyes drop to the floor but there was no missing the excitement, I’d seen dancing in them.

She wants this.

Interesting.

“Just stripping?” she whispers, peeking up at me under her lashes and my lips part in a smirk. The cigar is suspended between my fingers and the smoke alone creates an alluring atmosphere between us.

Fuck, I want her so bad.

My cock aches with the need to meet her halfway, raise her dress to her waist, pull down her panties, and thrust into her little warm pussy but even more than that…

“I want to see you naked,” I rasp, my voice firm despite the need vibrating in me. “I want to see you play with yourself.”

She sucks in a deep breath at my words. “But I don’t…”

“I won’t touch you unless you beg me to, and you will,” I add, confident in my conviction. “Now strip.”

She ducks her head shyly, flushing up to the roots of her hair but this time, she reaches back to lower the zipper on her dress. The zipper is loud in the otherwise silent room as she slides it down and when the top part of the dress slinks down from her shoulders to reveal her creamy delicate skin, a sharp breath escapes.

She looks up to meet my eyes as she pushes the material down her body to reveal her naked breasts.

“Don’t stop,” I breathe, barely managing to get the words out.

She doesn’t stop, letting the dress drop to her feet, exposing the rest of her body and I find myself hypnotized.

Christ,she’s perfect.

“Is that… is that enough?”

Her voice is shaky but when I look up to meet her eyes, it’s to find them filled with heat. I track my eyes down her perfect naked breasts, lingering on her pert nipples before moving down to the lacy red thong. I want to tear it off her with my teeth.

When I look up to meet her eyes, I realize that there is no letting her go now. It’s funny just how little I know of her and yet, I already want to claim her – mark her – so that the rest of the world knows that she isMINE.

No, this isn’t enough.

I’m not sure it’ll ever be enough—even after I’m balls deep inside of her.

“Of course not,” I whisper, putting out the cigar in the ashtray, my eyes fixed on her. “We’re only getting started, little girl.”

Chapter Five

Ivy

I don’t want to be here.

Liar.

I don’t want to be stripping down for an older man whose name I don’t even know but, then again, how do I explain the slick staining my good panties?

How do I explain the low pulsing heat between my legs as the man watches me from the couch?

“Turn around, let me see you.”

I obey, if only to escape his stare for a second, but even turned away I can feel the weight of his gaze as he caresses my body with his eyes; and hell, that alone leaves me panting.

“Tell me, sweetheart, how many men have you seduced with that perfect body of yours?”

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