Red-Headed Burglar Bites More Than She Can Chew

Description:  emily, the flame-haired hustler in silk and lace, thinks she’s hit the jackpot when esteban – rich, cocky, and rock-hard under that tailored blazer – invites her up to his penthouse. the second he turns to grind fresh coffee beans, the little thief’s crimson nails start prying at drawers, velvet boxes, wall safes. every lock clicks empty. no cash. no crypto cards. no vintage rolex. just the metallic scent of frustration and the low hum of expensive coffee machines.  she spins on her stilettos, emerald eyes flashing. a predatory grin curls her lips. if there’s no gold to snatch, she’ll extract it another way. emily corners esteban against the marble counter, sharp teeth grazing the shell of his ear. a quick nip at his throat draws a hiss; she licks the faint bead of like it’s vintage merlot. another bite – harder – to his pec. she’s hunting for a safeword that doesn’t exist.  esteban doesn’t flinch. instead, he fists a handful of her ginger curls and drags her to the floor. his smile is dark velvet. “you want my money, putita? earn it with those fucking teeth.”