Steal Me (Short Story)

by Folsom, Tina

  He pulled back, and she instantly came after him, sweeping her tongue into his mouth, tangling with him, exploring him. Her hands went to his neck, pulling him closer, demanding he deepen his kiss. Damn it, he couldn’t resist, so he took over.

  Pressing her into the door, his body flush against hers, his erection pressed into her stomach, he plundered her mouth as if he were the burglar, not she. He was losing himself in her when he felt that all her resistance had melted away.

  Her soft breasts molded into his chest. He needed to touch her. Using all his strength, he had to pry himself away from her; she was holding him that tightly. She pouted when he released her from the kiss.

  “Please, don’t stop.”

  He wouldn’t. He took her breasts into his hands and kneaded them gently. “Beautiful.”

  His mouth descended onto her nipple. Olivia moaned when his tongue swept over the hardened little bud before he sucked it into his mouth. Moments later he inflicted the same torture onto her other breast. The familiar scent of vanilla and citrus wafted into his nose.

  She’d messed with his dinner plans, so now he’d be feasting on her instead.

  The scent of her arousal beckoned, and he moved lower. His lips blazed a trail to her navel, then farther south through the jungle of her curly mound of hair, then lower yet. Kneeling on one knee, he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

  “I thought you wanted to show me first who’s in charge.”

  Marcus looked up at her hooded eyes. “That’s what I’m doing right now, baby.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Olivia shuddered at the first onslaught of his tongue on her sex. The man knew how to punish a woman. She was a naughty girl, all right. If that’s what she’d get every time she was a little bad, she was planning to be really, really bad.

  She had wanted to escape, not because she didn’t want to have sex with him, but because she wanted it too much. She knew the instant she’d licked his amazing cock that she was doomed if she let him inside her. If she thought Marcus was gorgeous with his clothes on, the sight of his naked body had stirred up all kinds of emotions in her, many of which she had no intention of dealing with.

  “Hmm, you’re so wet,” he commented and licked at her moist center.

  There was a certain roughness to his tongue as he moved over her clit and made her gasp with pleasure. She pressed her back firmly against the door, desperate not to lose her footing. The heat that suddenly engulfed her made her skin perspire.

  He nipped at the engorged nub, sucked it into his mouth and twirled it with the tip of his tongue, all the while driving any sane thought out of her mind. Just as she thought she couldn’t take it a second longer, he moved lower and drove his tongue into her core.

  A loud moan ripped from her throat, and she could feel his lips twist into a smile. But she felt helpless and couldn’t stop him. Didn’t want to. She wanted nothing more than his tongue to explore her, to tease her, and to please her. And he was doing a damn good job so far.

  Olivia felt more moisture ooze from her sex and relished the moan Marcus released as he drank from her. At least, she wasn’t the only one losing her mind.

  His mouth moved back to her clit, and while he sucked her harder now, he slipped a finger into her and moved it back and forth, slicing through her as if she were butter, and he a hot knife.

  Seconds later, he added a second finger and increased the intensity with which his tongue stroked her, working the hardened nub into a frenzy.

  Fuck!

  She twisted and flexed under his mouth and pushed against his fingers as her body combusted into a firestorm of sensations, all of them rippling through her at once. Her orgasm gripped her, wrung her out and spit her boneless body out, but not before turning her brain into mush.

  The only reason she didn’t collapse onto the floor was because Marcus caught her in his arms as he jumped up from his crouching position.

  “See, I told you I was in charge,” he whispered, full of himself.

  “Wanker!” Olivia cursed him and nibbled on his neck.

  Marcus chuckled softly. “Not tonight,” he answered and nudged his erection at her sex.

  He was still as hard and as big as when she’d had him in her mouth. Something she would be glad to repeat. Obviously, he had other ideas at this moment.

  She moaned quietly and wrapped one leg around his thigh allowing him to get closer. With one slow move, he breached the entry to her body and slid into her, inch by rock-hard inch, filling her perfectly as if custom made for her.

  His hand touched her jaw, and his fingers brushed her cheek as he looked at her, hardly believing what they were doing. It was as if he wanted to say something, but his lips stayed mute. Instead, he kissed her, took her mouth with his as if to brand her. Hard and demanding. All she could do was surrender to him.

  With every slow movement of his erection, he ignited yet another cell in her body until her entire body burned from pleasure. Every thrust he made into her slick folds made her catch her breath. And then he picked up speed, pumping faster and harder. Sliding in and out, grabbing her ass to haul her closer to him, he pounded into her relentlessly. And kept on going.

  Olivia could feel that he wanted to get deeper when he pulled up her other leg and supported her weight as he pressed her against the door. She tightened her grip around him, holding onto his neck, and crossed her ankles behind his back.

  “Yes, baby!” Marcus groaned.

  She laughed, knowing his control would snap any moment. She had the upper hand now. “See who’s in control now.”

  There was a glint in his eyes, but it vanished in a split second. He obviously wasn’t going to argue with her. Instead, he slammed into her even harder, his body rubbing against her sensitive clit, hurtling her toward another orgasm. When her muscles contracted around his shaft as her climax rolled over her, she felt him pulsate inside her, jerking for several seconds and then exploding.

  “Bloody hell!” Marcus collapsed against her, breathing heavily as he nuzzled at the crook of her neck.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “Just out of interest, what were you going to steal from me?”

  They lay in his bed, Olivia’s body partially draped over his after they’d burned up the sheets, this time actually in bed rather than out of it. Marcus couldn’t get enough of the exciting woman in his arms, and the night was long. There was much more in store for her. She just didn’t know it yet.

  Her fingers lazily stroked his chest. “Does it matter?”

  “Actually, yes.”

  “Why?”

  “The punishment has to fit the crime.” Marcus smirked wickedly and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.

  She gave him a surprised look. “Don’t you think you’ve punished me enough?”

  A throaty laugh burst from his chest. “I’ve got the feeling this wasn’t any punishment for you at all.”

  “Maybe you’re not doing it right,” she dared criticize him.

  “Trust me, I’m doing it right. It was pretty hard to ignore your ecstatic screams.”

  “I don’t scream!”

  “Of course you do. Hey, I take it as a compliment.” He threw up his hands in a capitulating motion. “But to get back to my questions. What was it you wanted?”

  Olivia shrugged. “The vestal armband.”

  He whistled. “You have good taste, I give you that.”

  “It’s worth a lot of money.”

  “I’m aware of that.”

  “More than you paid for it.”

  Marcus took her chin and made her look at him. “How would you know?”

  “I know my Roman art.”

  He grinned. “Ah, an educated thief. University?”

  “Art history,” she confirmed.

  Marcus was surprised at her admission. “Have you ever thought of doing something else with your knowledge rather than stealing?”

  She huffed. “Like one could live on the salary of a lowly curator. This pays
better, trust me.”

  He laughed. “So it’s all for the money, huh? And you’re not getting a kick out of it, are you?”

  A sheepish smile crossed her face. “Maybe just a little.”

  “You like the thrill, the risk. I can tell.” His hand trailed down her back to her hips, leisurely stroking the soft curves of her ass. Marcus felt his body stir again even though he’d come twice in the last hour. He smiled at the thought of how vulnerable she’d felt in his arms when he’d brought her from one orgasm to the next.

  Tough, hardened criminal; he didn’t think so. There was something decidedly soft about Olivia.

  “Have you ever seen the armband close up?”

  She shook her head. “Only on display at the auction house. Not nearly close enough. And unfortunately you interrupted me before I could open your safe.”

  “Fortunately.”

  Marcus peeled himself out of her embrace and sat up. “Don’t run off, or I’m really going to have to punish you. I’ll be back in a minute.”

  As he walked to the door and retrieved the key to unlock it, he contemplated locking her in, but a look at her sated body told him that she wasn’t going to run, at least not in the next minute or two.

  He was right. When he returned to the bedroom less than two minutes later, she still lay in bed in the same position. She’d closed her eyes, but he knew she wasn’t asleep.

  As soon as he took his place in bed again, her arms automatically curled around him, and her body molded into his side. He smiled at the intimate touch she bestowed on him. He could get used to this.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to look at something.”

  “Too tired.”

  “It’s worth it, I promise.”

  Reluctantly, Olivia opened her eyes and looked at the object in his hands. She gasped and jerked up to sit.

  “The vestal armband!”

  Marcus placed it in her hands for her to touch.

  The artifact was made of pure gold. Intricate filigree work snaked around the solid band of precious metal. The clasp was unusual in that it was constructed of two symbols: one male, one female. When closed they fit together perfectly, the same way a man’s body fit to a woman’s.

  “It’s beautiful,” she uttered, admiration and reverence in her voice.

  He understood her awe. He had felt the same when he’d first seen the ancient piece of jewelry.

  “Yes, it is.”

  He took the armband and opened the clasp. Without a word, he placed it around her bicep and closed it. It fit tightly around her bicep.

  “Seeing you with it makes me hard,” he whispered. The idea of fucking her while she wore the artifact, turned him on.

  Olivia’s eyes widened in shock. “You have to take it off me, now!” she commanded, her voice sounding panicked.

  “Why? I thought that’s what you wanted.”

  He didn’t understand why she suddenly tried to open the clasp, an action at which she failed miserably. He had discovered that two hands were needed to open the clasp, thus making it impossible for the bearer to remove it herself.

  “Take if off me, please. Don’t you know about the legend surrounding it?”

  “Of course I know about the legend.”

  “It doesn’t look like you do, otherwise you wouldn’t be doing this. Legend says the armband creates a bond of love and true happiness between a man and a woman if they make love while the woman wears it. So take it off me, now!” She sounded angry.

  “But it’s just a legend. Nothing true about it. Don’t tell me you believe in this humbug!” Marcus grinned. He hadn’t pegged her for the superstitious kind.

  “You should never ignore legends. There’s always a grain of truth in them. Please take it off.”

  He shook his head. “No. It stays on. I like seeing you with it. In fact, it’s quite a turn-on to see you wearing it. I thought you liked to take risks,” he continued provoking her. “Don’t you get a kick out of it?”

  Olivia gave him another pained look.

  “Come on, admit it, you like wearing it, don’t you. Olivia?”

  Her face seemed to glow. She’d looked gorgeous the night before, she’d looked ravishing an hour earlier, but now she looked like the most beautiful creature in the world.

  His cock stiffened further. He had to have her, and he had to have her now.

  “Be my Vestal Virgin for tonight,” he whispered and locked eyes with her.

  Her gaze softened. The harsh lines around her mouth disappeared, anger seeping out of her body, disappearing into thin air.

  “Marcus, I need to feel you inside me.” Her voice had an edge to it, an urgency he hadn’t noticed before.

  It was a merging of their bodies when he impaled her on his shaft and claimed her body. Her soft body felt perfect, curves in all the right places. He hadn’t had such a pliable woman in his bed in a long time. In fact, he hadn’t had any woman in his bed in a while. Far too long, he realized now.

  He breathed in her scent, soaked up the heat from her body and relished the glow in her eyes that felt like sunshine in a stormy night. With every stroke he reached deeper and came closer, closer to feeling her essence and her energy. There was so much more to this little thief than he could fathom, and if he wasn’t careful she’d steal more than just the armband.

  It would warrant more punishment of the same kind he was inflicting right now, stroke by stroke. Plunging deeper and deeper, yet riding her higher and higher at the same time. Who said punishment couldn’t go both ways?

  Marcus was willing to take the same punishment he dealt her, endure her nails digging into his ass to pull him closer and her teeth scraping his shoulder to stop herself from crying out at the intense pleasure her body shook with.

  His surrender was inevitable, even though he tried to delay it for as long as he could. But the moment Olivia’s interior muscles clenched around his erection and pumped him, his control shattered into a thousand-and-one pieces. She milked him, prolonging his orgasm for longer than he thought was possible, bringing him to unknown heights.

  Sated or not—and he’d never had a more earth shattering orgasm than with her—he couldn’t let go. Leaving her body was not an option. He shouldn’t have worried. She didn’t ask to be released. Rather, she kept her arms and legs wrapped around him as if she didn’t want him to leave either.

  When he found the energy again to lift his head, he used it to look at her. She was more beautiful than before if that was even possible.

  Tenderly, he brushed his lips to hers in a barely-there kiss.

  “I hope you weren’t planning on getting any sleep tonight,” he murmured.

  Olivia gave him a promising smile. “I do my best work at night.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  The minute Marcus awoke, he knew Olivia was gone. And with her his precious vestal armband.

  She’d worn him out last night as if she’d wanted to set a record. It was well after three in the morning when he’d collapsed, unable to move another muscle. Within minutes, he’d fallen asleep, his brain completely and utterly devoid of any coherent thought.

  He’d let his dick rule and turned into a perfect idiot. What on earth had given him the brilliant idea of letting her wear the armband? Had he completely lost his mind just because of the fabulous sex he’d had with her?

  There was a sucker born every minute, and he was one of them. It figured that she would use sex to get what she wanted. And he’d made it easy for her too. Volunteering even. If he was that stupid, he didn’t deserve any better.

  He’d wanted to teach her a lesson, and instead, she’d taught him an even bigger one: never trust the woman in your bed!

  Marcus swung his legs out of bed and reached for the phone to report the theft to the police, then stopped in mid-motion. He could feel every single cell in his aching body. Aching, yes, but in a good way. The night and everything they’d done flashed in front of his eyes. What a woman! Sensual, adventurous, tender, hot, insatiable
, and just plain amazing all in one.

  He picked up the phone and dialed.

  Just over an hour later, Thomas was at his front door.

  “What are the police doing about it?” Thomas asked instead of a more conventional greeting.

  Marcus waved him into the kitchen and sat back down to finish his breakfast.

  “Tea?”

  “Sure. So, what did they say? Is she a known entity?” Thomas took his cup and added milk before he took a sip.

  “I haven’t called the police.”

  Thomas involuntarily spewed tea from his mouth. “You what? Are you crazy? She could be anywhere by now!”

  Undeterred by his friend’s outburst, Marcus used his napkin to wipe up. “I’m not going to involve the police. I gave my word.”

  “Have you gone bonkers? You gave your word to a thief?”

  Thomas looked at him as if he’d gone off the deep end. Marcus hadn’t, at least not yet. He had an axe to grind with her, but he wanted to be the one doing the grinding, not the police.

  “You know what she looks like, so you’ll be helping me find her.”

  “And how do you propose we do that? We have nothing to go by.”

  Marcus shook his head. “Au contraire. She has an art history degree. We’ll start with the colleges in London. With your connections to practically every academic in this town, it shouldn’t be too hard to find out who she is. She’s young, probably under thirty, so we won’t have to go further back than seven or eight years. She said her name is Olivia.”

  Thomas exhaled pointedly. “Quid lucrum istic mihi est?”

  “Does there always have to be something in it for you?” Marcus answered.

  “You know what I’m after.”

  Marcus knew all too well. Thomas coveted a particular artifact connected to the ruins of Machu Picchu, which Marcus owned. Thomas had been trying to convince him for months to sell it to him.

  “Deal.”

  “Let’s get to work then,” Thomas replied.