The Thief: A Risqué Fairy Tale (Risqué Fairy Tales Book 1) by Jessika Klide

Author:Jessika Klide [Klide, Jessika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-22T18:30:00+00:00

Zella

Oh, my god! Tiara’s drunk!

d’Artagnan’s volume elevates, but his tone remains calm. “Mother, you’ve had too much champagne.”

The lights from at least a dozen camera phones turn on, and I know this video will go viral as well. I quickly step around him with my hands on my hips. “Ladies and gentleman, The Wicked Queen believes the proposal was staged, that our love is not real. You be the judge of that.” I turn my back on her, and my eyes twinkle into his. “Kiss me for the cameras and prove to everyone watching that you intend to fuck me into tomorrow, tonight.”

He grins and opens his arms, “Gladly, princess.”

Before I walk into his embrace, I turn back to Tiara and say, “You can’t fake feelings, your majesty.”

I melt into his arms, and one hand grips my ass as the other wraps itself into my hair. The electricity sparking between us is thick. He dips me for the cameras and kisses the fuck out of my mouth.

Every fiber of my being turns on with his magnificent display of male dominance. As his tongue takes over my mouth, he growls, and my thong is drenched.

When the kiss ends, he lifts my body and waits until I have my footing before his grip on my ass and hair ease. Breathless, I rest my hands on his shoulders and lean my forehead against his. He whispers, “You called her, The Wicked Queen.”

I smirk. “Well, she is, so I labeled her for the tabloids.”

His eyes smile. “You are a shrewd adversary.”

“I prefer the term astute.”

He chuckles, “Duly noted.”

“Is she still standing there?”

He glances over where she stood before the kiss. “I think she’s fled.” He pecks my lips and asks, “Are you hungry?” Then takes my hand and leads me toward the entrance.

“Yes, I am.”

“Pizza?”

“My favorite, how did you know?”

“Meat-lovers?”

“With pineapple and mushrooms.”

At the coat check, he retrieves his hat, tucks it under his arm, then retakes my hand. I have to admit. I enjoy how comfortable my hand holds his. It’s like we belong together.

On the ride up, the elevator is full, so we don’t talk. But once we exit onto the tenth floor, he asks as we walk to my car. “Where do you live?”

“On the East side of town in The Woodlands in an apartment complex. I’m on the 4th floor, apartment #23. You can follow me.”

“Where did you grow up?”

“In San Bernardino. My dad worked at the airport. My mom stayed at home.”

“Are your parents alive?”

“No. My dad died a couple of years ago, heart attack, and my mom died a year later of a broken heart.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

“Siblings?”

“Two sisters. They still live in San Bernardino. Belle and Ariel.”

He stops, and I roll my eyes, laughing. “My mother was a hopeless romantic. She named us after fairy tale princesses and told us we would marry our Prince Charming. Then Disney did its thief thing, and the rest is history.”

He laughs out loud, and the sound fills my heart. “And you’re marrying a thief that stole your life.

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