Tempting Little Thief (Girls of Greyson #1) Read Online Meagan Brandy

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Girls of Greyson Series by Meagan Brandy
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Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
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A blush, one born of uncertainty, not embarrassment, and maybe a little shame. Definitely vulnerability. It clicks in an instant.

“I see …” I lick my lips, eyes eating her up as I take a step back.

The contessa, the knife-throwing, money-laundering daughter of a murdering man, isn’t craving control.

She has that in spades.

She makes rules, punishes those who break them, and bosses others around all the time. People come to her for answers she’s expected to have and they look to her to lead.

Pretty and perfect all the time, that’s what she said.

Always poised and in control.

Control she must take.

But not here.

Not now.

Not with me …

My cock twitches as she holds my gaze, the crimson of her cheeks spreading lower, all the fuck over.

This girl, she’s offering herself up to me on a pretty little platter, knowing mine’s nothing but a tarnished sterling silver compared to the gold her wrists are wrapped in.

She wants me to do what I want.

To take what I want.

To take control, lead her where I want her, trusting me to get her there.

She wants to be the submissive little lamb and me, the big bad wolf.

I’d go as far as to say she needs it.

I couldn’t get any fucking harder, my dick throbbing, aching to be freed.

As if reading my mind, her eyes fall to my waistband. Her attention holds there, thighs clenching when she spots a hint of the tip peeking through the elastic.

I reach up with one hand, gliding my thumb along her bottom lip, the swell thick and full, soft, the perfect contrast to my jagged, broken skin. “Bet these will feel so good wrapped around my dick.”

Her lips part as if ready.

“Bet you’d suck me so good.” I tip my head, my knuckles brushing down her cheek. “Wouldn’t you, gorgeous girl?”

She nods.

“Say it.”

“Yes.” She shudders. “I would.”

“Would what?”

Her gaze slices up to mine. “I would suck you so good, Bastian,” she promises. “I would treat you like a king and take you as deep as you’d allow. I wouldn’t stop until you were ready to come, and then I’d beg you to let me taste you on my tongue.”

Right before my eyes, the forest green of hers grows into the deepest shade of dark hunter green. She loves this shit.

I step out of my jeans, and her attention snaps back to my bulge, stiff and straining. Her chest heaves, her mouth watering, forcing her to swallow.

I fist myself over my boxers and she whimpers at the sight.

At the fucking sight, with no part of us touching, my balls appreciate the sound, drawing up tight.

Slowly, I walk backward, and she tracks my every move, toes curling into the carpet to help hold herself still.

“Close your eyes.”

She listens.

I push my boxers down, kicking out of them, and lower into the armchair in the corner. I stare at her a moment, at the perfect arch of her ass, toned and bubbled, cheeks hanging from the thin panties I’m taking home with me tonight.

My fingers wrap around my dick and I squeeze, my jaw flexing. I give it a little tug, once, twice, and a long, tight third time, my groan filling the room.

She sucks in a breath, her hands flattening at her sides as she squeezes her eyes to keep from peeking.

“My dick is so hard. It’s aching, Rich Girl. Looking at you, knowing what’s next.” I stroke myself again, my legs falling open wider as I rest my head against the back of the chair. “Fuck,” I groan. “There’s precum on the tip already.”

A tremble works its way through her.

“Do you want to taste it?”

“Yes.”

Instant fucking answer.

“Do not open your eyes, but come to me, perfect girl.” She moves instantly. “Find me and you can taste me.” I keep talking to direct her, and my girl’s got perfect, well-trained senses.

Her legs brush mine, and she pauses, burying her hands between her thighs for a split second.

She waits, and I let her, crawling my fingers up her inner thigh but stopping just before her pussy.

“You know what to do.”

She lowers to her knees, eyes still closed.

I take her hand, threading my fingers through hers and draw them to my lips. I kiss each knuckle, biting on the pinkie and she moans.

“Ready to taste?”

“Yes.”

“Go on then.”

Her fingers graze my shaft and I jolt, but she quickly wraps them around and a heavy breath rushes from her lungs. She leans forward, and when her tongue pokes out, it’s like a heavy weight falls on my chest.

The anticipation fucking heady.

She tastes along the head of my cock in a long, greedy lick, and then she gasps.

I smirk through my moan. “You feel them?”

“Y-yes.”

“It’s gonna feel so good inside you and it’s going in raw this time.”

“Yes.”

Leaning forward, I take her lips and she moans into my mouth, panting, and my dick swells in her grip. She’s so fucking desperate for me.



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