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Chapter 41

TAKEN BY THE THIEF

SOPHIA

“I don’t understand why I still have to go to these boring events now

that I’m eighteen.

My mom shoots me an angry look and pushes me back into the dreing room, handing me an armful of new dresses to try before shutting the door on my pouty face.

“Most young women would kill to be invited to the places you get to go for your dad’s work, she shouts through the door as if there’s a foot of brick between us instead of a flimsy door that doesn’t even reach the ground.

I tume her complaining out and turn to the stack of evening gowns. I know I sound like a spoiled brat, but they’ve been dragging me to these damn functions since I was old enough to smile and keep my mouth shut. Having a dad in politics is not a fate I would wish on anyone. Everyone always watches everything you do, and you’re constantly surrounded by rich jackasses who can’t do anything except lie and look at you like they’re secretly undressing you in their minds. I always leave these ridiculous mansions feeling like I need a shower or a restraining order.

Looking at the dresses, I don’t even bother trying on several of them. They look like some old lady went crazy with the bedazzle gun. Not my style, Mom. I’m no longer twelve, and you can’t dress me like some damn little pageant girl. I stop when I get to the last one. It’s black and has cutouts on either side and a long slit up the leg. This is more like it, I think as I quickly strip and try it on. It hugs me like a second skin and makes me feel sexy as fuck. This is going to look amazing in a pair of black stilettos. I turn, noticing the way the back is mostly open, revealing a shit ton of skin and making my round ass look perfect. I know this is going to earn me a bunch of old–man, lecherous stares, but I love how the dress makes me feel, sophisticated and sexy and like a real adult. Besides, fuck them. Am I not supposed to dress how I want just because they’re a bunch of pervs?

I do another twirl in front of the mirror and smile. The fabric clings to my tits, making my rock–hard nipples

obvious. Maybe this function won’t be as bad as all the others

after all. At least I’ll look good. I change back into my clothes and hand my mom the black gown when I step out.

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“This is the one I want.”

Her brow crinkles as she eyes it. “I didn’t pick thin one out. The sales lady must’ve added it by mistake. Are you sure you don’t want something in a more cheerful color, maybe pink or purple?”

I bite back the groan I want to give and force another smile. “Nope. This one looks great. Thanks, Mom,” I add, gently pushing her to the counter so we can pay and get the hell out of there. She eyes the gown again, so I say, “Mom, we need get back home so we have time to get ready.”

That pushes her ass in gear. The event isn’t for another five hours, but I know how much she hates being rushed. “Okay,” she says, already reaching for my dad’s platinum card.

When we’re back home, I grab my bags and rush to my room. Shutting the door, I sprawl on my bed and grab my e–reader. Plenty of time for me to read a couple of smutty shorts before I have to get ready. These stories are what keep me going, and they’re certainly the only sex. I’ve been getting.

Okay, okay, the only sex I’ve ever gotten.

Whatever, my book boyfriends are fucking hot. Who needs some groping teenage boy who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing when I can read and fantasize about sexy, older men who know exactly what to do with a pussy, and I’m not talking about older, decrepit, soft- bodied men. I’m talking about the ones with rugged good looks, broad shoulders, the type of hard body a man gets from decades of living and working hard, and skilled hands who know a woman’s pussy even better than she does.

Maybe men like that don’t even exist outside of books. It’s a depressing thought, so I push it aside and ding. It doesn’t take long before my panties are soaked, and I’m slipping a

start hand into them and cupping my sopping wet pussy. I stay on my stomach, reading as I grind. against the meaty part of my palm, my clit so achy I can barely stand it. My hips rock gently as I tease myself, reveling in the I’m seconds away from cumming sensation that I love so much. I’m so engrossed in what I’m doing that when my mom bangs on my door, I let out a startled yelp and quickly bury my e–reader under my pillow.

“Yeah?” I say, hoping she doesn’t notice how breathless I sound. “I hope you’re almost ready, dear. We need to leave in an hour.”

Holy shit! How could I have let myself lose track of time like this?

“I’ll be ready,” I shout, biting back a frustrated groan and sliding my soaked hand out of my

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He shuts the door and turns back to me. It’s hard to tell with most of his face covered, but he looks pissed, like really fucking pissed. His green eyes are hard and his full lips are pressed. in a tight line. This probably isn’t the best time for my pussy to remind me that I never did get to cum earlier, but it happens all the same. I feel a warmth run through my body and a very familiar wetness between my legs. What the fuck is wrong with me? This is not the reaction I should be having to walk in on what is a burglary in progress.

When he doesn’t say anything, just studies me with those intense and give a nervous laugh. “Sorry. I’ll just let myself out and pretend I didn’t see anything,

I hold up my hands and you can go back to doing whatever the hell you were doing that I’m certainly not paying any attention to.”

The silence stretches between us, and for some ungodly reason I feel like I need to fill it.

“I mean, these people are so fucking rich anyway, right? And Mr. Colfax is a complete pervert and deserves every nasty thing he gets.”

He turns his head slightly like he can’t quite figure out what in the hell is going on or what he should do with me. My walking in on his heist had not been in the plans for tonight. We stand there staring at one another when the sound of footsteps coming down the hall has heart nearly jumping right out of my damn chest. I turn back to the thief and take an unconscious step towards him.

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His eyes widen, and I’m honestly just as confused as he is. Why am I instinctively getting closer to the bad guy, looking to him for protection and safety? Shouldn’t I be screaming and running for help?