Taking the Thief

“Come, Julian, you can wash my back,” Natasha commands me. I smirk and close the door.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Yes, well. I knew he was whispering something dirty to her, so I decided it’s only fair. Now please, I need much more than my back free of sand.” I slide my keycard with a growl and a grin. The thief is going to steal my soul.

Chapter 11

Natasha

“Marisol, you look incredible,” I tell her as she steps out of the bathroom. Her dress is a pretty blue that sways as she walks. I love it.

She blushes and pointedly looks me up and down. With a smirk, she says. “Thank you, and you are going to send my brother into an insane fit when he sees you in that dress.”

“I know, but it’s the longest one I brought.” I bite my lip because I wonder what Julian is going to do to make me pay for wearing it. Shit, I should go without underwear since they’re already soaked thinking about him. The man is hot and sends my heart doing flips while my pussy clenches.

“Oh well, he’s just going to have to deal with it. The men I’m sure are going to look handsome as always so the women will be drooling even if they’re wearing suits.”

I arch my brow at her through the mirror as I put on my earrings and add, “Damn, don’t make me stab a bitch with my heels.”

“I might be first. I can’t stand his assistant Carina. The slutty bitch is going to be there no doubt. She seems to be my brother’s tail.” I’ve actually not met her. I’m suddenly jealous of this woman. Hell, I didn’t even know his assistant was a woman. I wonder if they slept together. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. She’s just a greedy bitch, looking for the richest man to sink her teeth into. She’s not just interested in my brother, but what he could give her. And I’m sure he’s not given her shit, but actual work to do.”

“Well, he didn’t tell me about her.”

“That’s because I didn’t think about it. Marisol, you look beautiful, but can you give us a minute?”

“Si,” she says, walking out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As soon as she’s gone, Julian stalks toward me. He doesn’t touch me which makes me think he’s afraid to tell me something. “Mi amor, I’ve never done anything with her. I want you to know that off the bat. Second, before I even met you, I was tempted to fire her because she was a bit too off-putting no matter how good of an assistant she is.”

“You’re mine, Julian. It goes both ways, and I won’t be sharing you.”

“You don’t have to. You stole all of me from the moment we met, mi ladrona, my thief.”

“Fine, let’s go to dinner.”

“Not yet. What the fuck do you call this dress?”

“A dress. Isn’t it pretty?”

“It’s too damn short. You’re asking for me to murder motherfuckers tonight.”

“Well, I don’t have any dresses, and some man has kept me locked away in his palace for two days.”

“You have a point, but I have one to make as well,” he whispers dangerously close to my lips. He lowers his mouth over mine, kissing me until pulling back roughly. Julian’s eyes have darkened as he gives me a wicked grin. Walking us over to the bed, he spins me around, bending me over the bed with his body pressing on me. I can feel his breath on my ear. “Mi amor, I want everyone to know that you’re mine and they’ll smell it on you,” he promises. I’m squirming with need, then he drops his mouth on my pulse for a kiss. I moan and thrust my ass back. “You like that don’t you. I bet if I slide my tongue over your pussy you’re going to be fucking soaked.” I nod and moan. “Be quiet now, your brother’s in the living room waiting.” His hands skim down my body, squeezing my breasts and running them down until he cups my ass. I feel the cool air when he flips my dress over my waist.

“Please Julian. I need you,” I confess, and I don’t give two shits about how needy I am. I want him in me driving my orgasm from my soul. He swats my ass. I gasp, but my pussy loved it. I twist my head to look down at him and see Julian drop to his knees. His strong hands grasp the hem of my panties, dragging them down over my legs.

“Fuck, I can smell your desire, Natasha.” He leans forward, and I can feel his tongue hitting my slit, causing my ass to pop up looking for more. “Relax, I’m going to give you all you want, my sweet little thief. He runs his tongue over again, hitting my nub. “I’m so damn hard, I need you just as close.” His voice is gruff and gravely, telling me he’s holding back.