My Cruel Lover (Wicked Poison #3) - T.L. Smith Page 0,60

to sleep in.

“That’s unfair. No.” He shakes his head. “That’s just plain fucking cruel. You do know you’ll be spanked for this, right?”

I turn around and wiggle my ass at him.

“Now you’re simply asking for it,” he says as I walk to our very, no, enormously large bathroom. “Mommy is a tease. A dirty little tease who is going to be punished.” I giggle as I hear them walk away and step into the shower.

As I am rinsing my hair, I feel hands slide up behind me before they drop farther down to my ass and lightly tap it.

“I warned you.”

I turn around to face him. “That you did.”

He smacks my ass, not hard enough to make me scream but hard enough to make me yelp and pay attention.

I went through a stage where I worried about him falling in love with another girl. What if he saw another woman and wanted her instead of me?

Then, one night, as I was walking out of the bookstore, he was waiting for me at his car, not paying attention to anyone around him. It was like his whole word was solely focused on me. And I knew then, with certainty, how much he loves only me.

That I was it for him.

As he is for me.

I haven’t been sure of many things in my life, but of him, I am.

Beckham’s my favorite asshole, and I think I may just keep him forever.

The End.

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USA Today Best Selling Author T.L. Smith loves to write her characters with flaws so beautiful and dark you can't turn away. Her books have been translated into several languages. If you don't catch up with her in her home state of Queensland, Australia you can usually find her travelling the world, either sitting on a beach in Bali or exploring Alcatraz in San Francisco or walking the streets of New York.

Heartbreak Me

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Chapter 1

Theadora

My breath shakes. How is that even possible? To have your breath shake? Shit!

Rough hands shove me, and I fall to my knees. My tied hands shoot out to catch me before I hit the ground. If it’s rough, I’m afraid they may bleed.

Really, Theadora, that’s what you’re worried about?

I shake my thoughts away as I hear a laugh. I am unsure if I should sit up straight or stay bent over—I’m wearing a skirt that’s way too short to stay this way—but if they wanted to do something to me, my guess is they would have by now. And so far, all they have done is tie me up, put a beanie on my head that covers my eyes, and throw me in a car.

“This is her!” A deep voice grumbles, which makes me sit up straight as it rumbles through my chest. I glance up to see this man, but then realize there’s absolutely no reason at all to do so, considering I cannot see with the black beanie over my head effectively blocking my vision.

My hands are still tied in front of me, but they’re no longer touching the ground, which is a hard surface. Cement maybe? I can’t really tell.

“Yes, her.” I’m kicked forward again, this time I’m not fast enough to stop the impact of my face meeting the floor. My forehead cracks as it makes contact, and my eyes squeeze shut as a burst of pain shoots through me.

“Gentle,” that gruff voice states. “I don’t want to break her…” I swallow as he pauses, “… yet.”

Hands push me back, making me sit on my doubled back legs while one hand wraps around my throat and tightens.

This is the part where I should be screaming. I should be doing something, anything to fight this man. Except my body doesn’t want to. Instead, it locks and freezes at his touch.

I’ve heard stories of this happening,