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My pretty little bad girl. My dirty little secret.

Pretty. Dirty.

And all mine.
Heard the one about the filthy rich mob lawyer and the cam girl with the broken past"

Yeah, me neither. But you"re about to.

I wasn"t looking for temptation, but I sure as sh*t found it. Young, fiery, dirty. The ink and the piercings. Those scars, just like mine. One look at Zoe, and I"m hooked. Addicted. Obsessed.

So I bought her. Fifty grand for three weeks, and she"s all mine. She needs saving, but I"m no prince charming. And helping her means crossing my employers " the dangerous Moretti crime family that runs Las Vegas.

But I can"t resist that sweet little body that"s begging to be claimed, or the soft, sultry way she says "harder" and "deeper". I can"t tell her no when all I want to tell her is to get on her f**king knees and say yes sir.

So I"ll keep her. I"ll protect her. And I"ll stop at nothing to keep her safe. She thinks she"s broken. I know she"s perfect.

I found her by accident. I"m keeping her by choice.

*Please note that while a connected storyline, each of the Dirty Bad Things books are completely standalone stories centered around one couple, with no cliffhangers or spoilers.Books by Author:Madison Faye Books



The computer chimes, and my dick hardens.

She"s on. Finally.

I can feel my muscles tensing, my jaw tightening as I drop the rest of my paperwork onto my kitchen counter. I cross the big loft space, the neon lights of Vegas glittering through the half-shut blinds as I move towards my desk and the large computer monitor set up there. I sit, my blood turning to fire in my veins and my cock throbbing rock hard between my thighs. I grab a remote off the desk and click it fiercely, and the blinds shut the rest of the way automatically.

I wake up my computer, the growl holding in my throat as the screen turns on. The website"s already loaded and ready, and her camera"s already on, though it"s still of her empty bedroom. But she"ll be on soon.


My cock aches in my pants, and I reach for my zipper before I stop suddenly and shut my eyes tight.

What in the fuck is wrong with me.

It"s not the first time I"ve asked it of myself. Hell, it"s not the tenth time I"ve asked it, or the fucking hundredth at that. And I still don"t have any answers for myself except the obvious: what"s wrong with me is her. What"s wrong with me is young, blonde, covered in the most beautiful tattoos I"ve ever seen, and about to appear on camera for me " for me, and only me. She"s about to smile that wicked smile that triggers all sorts of wrong in the right kind of ways in me. She"s about to show me every inch of her inked-up, pierced, gorgeous skin " those cute little tits with the soft pink nipples, and her tight, firm ass.

She"s going to spread her pretty little legs and show me how wet she is. She"s going to use two fingers to spread her soft pink pussy lips apart and show me how fucking tight that gorgeous little cunt is.

And she"s all mine.

My obsession. My lust.

My fucking problem.

It"s been like this for the last two weeks, and I can"t fucking stop. I"ve been ignoring friends. I"ve been ignoring work, and in my business and with the people I do business with, that can be dangerous. Fatally so.

I"m not going out. I"m thirty-two years old, single, and I"m in peak physical condition from years in the Marines. I"m rich " not Buffet or Gates rich, but I"m not going to go hungry anytime soon. I live alone in two-and-a-half-thousand square feet of insanely expensive real estate, twelve stories above the Las Vegas Strip.

The point is, going out is exactly what I should be doing. I"m not conceited, but I recognize how women look at me. And going out, finding those women, and bringing them up to my condo to fuck them with a view of the Bellagio and Caesars Palace is what I should be doing. And yet, that hasn"t appealed to me in longer than I can remember. Instead, here I am " sitting in the dark, waiting for her to come on screen so I can tell her exactly what I want her to do.

Blonde, blue eyes, soft, delicate pale skin. Tattoos " and not just trendy shit like a feather or fucking "sisterhood" in Chinese or whatever. This girl has serious ink. And piercings. And scars. I"ve got some of those myself.

Young, dirty, sexy, and so fucking untouchable. Literally.

The perfect little bad girl.

My perfect little bad girl, all on high-def camera, and all for me.

"Something’s very wrong with me.

How does a man like myself end up stroking his cock to a cam girl online" Surprisingly easily, actually. This all started two weeks ago, when my sister Callie dropped by for a visit with Jack, the ten-year-old she nannies. When I was ten, we didn"t have the damn internet or any of this shit. But ten-year-olds now are fucking tech wizards, apparently, because it took Jack all of three minutes while Callie and I were out on my terrace to visit about a million porn sites on my computer. The hardcore fuck-film blasting at full volume over my Bluetooth speakers put the kibosh on that shit, but not until Jack had gotten my internet history as filthy as goddamn possible.

Cleanup and damage control was a bitch afterwards. I"d been signed in to my goddamn Facebook page, and Jack had decided to "like" all sorts of weird shit on his pornographic safari. Thankfully, I barely even use Facebook, so I basically have no friends on there who would"ve seen any of this. But it was still awkward to go back and delete the "Grayson Channing liked "big titted MILF latex gang bang"" posts on my wall. Luckily, my buddy Roman was the only one who "liked" any of it.


I"d cleaned the whole history and run a virus scan three times on my setup before I noticed the minimized window. I"d enlarged it, rolling my eyes at the giant pink "Heartthrob Cams" logo on the site, with some vapid, plastic looking chick bent over and spread-wide behind the lettering. Honestly, I"m not sure it was hearts they expected to be "throbbing" with the "O" in "Heartthrob" centered over her asshole.


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