Bad Luck Charm (Witch City, #1)

by Julie Johnson

“Do I look like a man who cares about the intricacies of footwear?” “A wedge is a platform, while a stiletto—” “Glinda, fair warning, the only time I spare a thought to what a woman has on her feet is when she’s got her legs wrapped around me, wearing nothing but those heels as I fuck her into next week.”

“Who did this?” His voice was a low rasp of rage. “Who hurt you?”

“Been a lot longer than two years, Firecracker, and you know it.” Firecracker.

“You particularly attached to this underwear, gorgeous?” I loved when he called me gorgeous. I also, as it so happened, loved this underwear. It was from La Perla. It had cost a small fortune. It made my breasts and booty look fantastic. Hot as it would be for him to physically rip it off my body… “Um,” I breathed, sucking in a gasp as his fingers tugged sharply at my nipple. “Yes?” “I’ll buy you a new set,” he muttered.

“Are you going to hold still like a good girl?” “Y-yes.” “Say it.” “I’ll be a good girl.” “Whose good girl?” “Yours.”

passion. “I don’t care if you forget your own name. So long as you don’t forget who you belong to.”