Eine reizende Diebin (German Edition)

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.”
     

8
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    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