Tamed: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 2) Page 7

  “A predictable woman wouldn’t have made you feel the way I made you feel.” Her tone was strong, but her eyes still held a trace of doubt.

  It was his fault that there was any reason for doubt. He was a miserable failure at making-up. He had to find a way to let her know how much she meant to him before it was too late.

  “I love you, Katarina. I love your strength and your impulsiveness and your passion and I am worthless without you.” His voice was tight, his accent coloring each word so thickly he prayed she could understand him. “I will do anything it takes, anything you want. Just give me another chance at your heart.”

  “You are so stupid.” She sniffed and the tears in her eyes rolled down her face.

  Thankfully, with the tears, there also came a small smile.

  “You don’t need another chance at it,” she continued. “I never took it back. I love you, too, and I forgive you for being a dimwit.”

  “I was a dimwit.” He returned her smile, releasing her hands to wrap his arms around her.

  “But you’d better not do it again.”

  “Never. I promise, no more dimwit or asshole or any of those things.” He smoothed his hands up and down—from her shoulders to her perfect little ass— knowing he would never get enough of touching her.

  “Or I’ll leave you for real next time.” She tore at his shirt, sending black buttons flying.

  “Understood.” He stretched himself out on top of her, kneeing her thighs apart and pressing his erection between her legs, showing her how crazy she’d made him already.

  “All right then.” She nibbled his lip and tugged at his belt. “I assume this means you’re going to be my husband.”

  “And I assume you’ll be the beautiful mother of my children.” He pulled her skirt up and traced the place where her stockings gave way to bare thigh, his hand trembling as he realized she was wearing the garter belt from that first day in his limo, too.

  “Yes.” She closed her eyes and arched into his touch. “As long as you never take any of them near a strip club.”

  “The clubs go on the market tomorrow.” He helped her finish with his belt and fumbled at the close of his pants.

  “Oh, Serge, you don’t have to do that.” Her eyes grew round and the smile slipped from her face. “I was kidding. I don’t care if you want to keep the clubs.”

  “I don’t need the clubs. I don’t need anything but you,” he said as he slid her underwear down her legs.

  “Are we really going to do this?” she asked, breathless as she pulled her skirt higher.

  “There is no way I could restrain myself.” He freed his aching cock, not bothering to dispose of his boxers or pants. He couldn’t wait for them both to be naked; he was too desperate to feel the connection between them.

  He dipped his head, sucking a nipple through her lace bra as he pressed into her, moaning as her slick heat enveloped him, making him feel more at home, more complete, than he ever had.

  “I didn’t mean that.” She gasped and lifted into his thrusts, shoving his pants lower on his hips. She dug her fingernails into his newly bared ass, pulling him deeper into her welcoming body.

  “The ring is in my suit jacket.” His thrusts grew faster, deeper, until he slammed into her with abandon, unable to control himself. He’d been too long without her. Thank God she seemed as close to the edge as he did.

  “When did you get that?” Her words came in breathless pants as she arched closer to his hips, muscles strung tight as she neared the edge.

  “The day before I packed your suitcase.” He moved his thumb down to her clit, applying firm, circling pressure.

  “Chicken.” She squirmed and bucked beneath him, her nipples drawing into tight nubs that showed through the wet lace. “I’m so close, so—”

  “Come, Katarina. Come for me,” he demanded, knowing he couldn’t hold off much longer. She was too beautiful, too perfectly tight and slick and eager as she ground against him.

  She cried out as she came, gripping him with those long, beautiful legs, pulling him deep into her clutching sheath. He joined her seconds later, his eyes squeezed shut against the painful intensity of his orgasm. Bright lights flashed behind his lids as his body was overwhelmed with bliss, a bliss he knew he would only find with this woman, his woman.

  “I love you,” he said as his cock continued to pulse within her.

  She smiled at him through half closed eyes, cradling his face in her hands, her love tangible in every stroke of her fingers.

  “Shall we honeymoon in the tropics?” He pulled away from her long enough to fully remove her bra. “I want to fuck you in the ocean as soon as possible.”

  “I was thinking Outer Kartolia,” she teased, using her toes to shove his pants clear of his ankles.

  “I wanted to strangle that bastard.” Serge unzipped her skirt and pulled it down her legs.

  “I didn’t know if you’d heard.” She came to her knees, kissing him hungrily, her hands pushing his shirt off his shoulders and exploring his naked body as if she couldn’t wait to relearn every inch of him.

  “I heard, the stupid fool.”

  “For loving me?” she asked.

  “For thinking I would ever let you go.” He pulled her to her feet, kissing her as they stumbled to the side of the room. He spread her legs and hitched her up around his waist, where she locked her ankles behind his back.

  “I can’t imagine my life without you,” he confessed, once again sheathing himself inside her, shocked that he was hard again so quickly. He hadn’t been able to recover this fast since his twenties.

  Love. It was by far the most powerful aphrodisiac.

  “You don’t have to.” She moaned as he held still within her, rocking against her clit. His hands clenched into the flesh of her ass and her breasts pressed against his chest, making his entire body feel alive and whole.

  “I’ve wanted you to take me against a wall since the first day we met.” Her eyes slid closed as she raked her nails down his back.

  “Great minds think alike.” He began to pump slowly in and out of her, taking his time, relishing the intense feeling as each inch of him slid in and out.

  The woman did things to him, wicked, wonderful things.

  As her body tightened around him, Serge let himself go as well, his arms locked around the one who had almost gotten away, the sinfully perfect woman of his dreams.

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  Callie Wild spent her childhood devouring fairy tales and her teen years soaking in a potent 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

  ENSLAVED: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale

  Bedding the Bad Girl Book Three

  A spell gone wrong has some sexy consequences…

  He’s a hot, single king who knows his way around the bedroom. She’s an innocent fairy who has accidentally cast her first love spell. Together they generate enough heat to set a castle on fire.

  Aaron and Calliope team up to save his lovesick brother and his sleeping princess from an enchanted keep, but along the way they realize their own love is an illusion. Can they find their way back to each other in time, or will Calliope end up taking the sleeping princess’s place for all eternity?

  A sexy, stand-alone continuation of Sleeping Beauty. No Cliffhanger.

  ENSLAVED By Callie Wild

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s soon as Aaron dropped his boxers to the floor, Calliope knew this wasn’t a dream.

  She had done a lot of dreaming in her day—and even more fantasizing—but she’d never dared to imagine a king in his birthday suit. She rarely imagined anyone in his birthday suit, even Jamie, the shepherd who had taken her ancient virginity the summer before.

  Well, especially not Jamie. He was so thin, despite his lovely dark eyes.

  Unlike Aaron.

  It somehow felt right to call him Aaron, even though he was a king.

  Aaron was six feet of pure muscle and possessed of wide shoulders that tapered down to a finely toned back and a firm, round bottom. She wanted to run her hands over his hard flesh, to taste the flavor of his golden skin, and to tease her fingers along the rigid length she had glimpsed as he had walked into the bath.

  Strangely, the urge and the image it conjured in her mind didn’t cause her shame or embarrassment. She’d only been with one man and had never been besieged by carnal desires, but she was besieged now and not inclined to blush at her lurid thoughts. She didn’t know how she came to be in the castle or why the king had brought her to the baths, but she knew exactly how she would like to spend her time now that she was there.

  Her nipples tightened against the soft fabric of her robe as she pushed herself up to a seated position. Her arms trembled slightly, but whether it was from disuse or the lust surging through her, she couldn’t say.

  Then, as if summoned by her longing, Aaron turned around.

  Her breath caught. Goddess, he was even more handsome in person than in his pictures.

  Warm brown eyes sparkled in a face that was masculine perfection, graced with high cheekbones and a pair of full lips that begged to be nibbled. Calliope lips parted and a soft, needy sound escaped her throat.

  Never had she been so consumed with the need to touch a man, to press her bare body to his and beg him to fill every aching place inside of her, to merge with her until she forgot there was such a thing as separate skins. She wanted to lick the beads of water from his chest, run her fingers through his damp hair, and pull his mouth down for a kiss neither of them would ever forget.

  He returned her heated stare, unblinking.

  They both seemed to be holding their breath, afraid to break the spell that allowed them to gaze at each other with such undisguised longing.

  “Calliope.” That was all he said—simply her name—but that was enough.

  She brought her fingers to the tie at her waist and tore at the fastening, hands shaking as she opened her robe and let it fall to the cushions behind her. The hungry sound that escaped Aaron’s lips as she bared herself to him so exactly mirrored the way she was feeling that she didn’t hesitate to stand and make her way to the bath.

  He met her on the steps, pulling her into his arms.

  Calliope gasped as her cool flesh made contact with his warm, wet body, a sound he swallowed with his mouth upon hers. He claimed her lips with a kiss that tore more starving sounds from her against her will. She didn’t want to seem too desperate, too wanton, but it was as if she had never known the meaning of those words before Aaron had touched her.

  “You intoxicate me,” he mumbled, not interrupting their kiss for a moment as he pulled her into the water. Once they were both submerged, he hitched her legs around his waist and pressed her back against the wall of the bath.

  “Yes, me too,” she breathed.

  “Completely out of—”

  “—my mind with it,” she finished as she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

  Her tongue tangled unabashedly with his as she arched her back, luxuriating in the feel of his crisp chest hairs teasing her nipples. Her hands smoothed down his strong back to his bottom, pulling him closer, pinning the heat of his arousal between his body and hers. He groaned as she tilted her hips, shamelessly rocking against his hardened shaft.

  What had come over her? Who was this Calliope who so freely relished the power she held over a man?

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