Free Tamed: A Kinky Adult Fairy Tale (Bedding the Bad Girl Book 2) by Callie Wild Page B

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