Roman was pissed. Good, so was she. Zia watched him pacing back and forth at the end of their bed. He had no right to interfere and tell her she couldn’t do something she was born to do. Besides the beautiful bauble was so different and distinct. There was no way she could fence it, and she was quite sure Roman knew it. The pearl necklace with the stunning tiger pendant made of diamonds and onyx was gorgeous. For some reason he seemed to think just because the Winter Tiger of Sweden had commissioned it for his mate, that she should give it back.

Well, she wasn’t going to do it. She stolen it fair and square. Lars Jakobsson had boasted his security system was unbreachable. No such system existed, not if she and Raffi set their minds to it. Zia liked Lars’ mate, Rhys. She had the most amazing violet-colored eyes. Serena had assured her that the necklace was safe, and that Zia would give it back, and she would— but she would do so when it suited her and not just because Roman was annoyed with her.

Zia could feel the lust and anger rolling down the tether much like a tsunami might attack the coastline. “Come to bed, Roman. You know you’ll feel better after you get your rocks off.”

“Lucrezia Genovese, if I were you, I’d watch my mouth and my attitude,” he roared.

The staff had all gone running when he’d thundered into the house, shouting for her to show herself. Zia had ignored him and finished her shower. She’d been rubbing moisturizer into her skin when he’d kicked the door open.

“Really, Roman? The damn thing wasn’t locked.”

He’d growled before fisting her hair and dragging her back out to their bed. That might have sounded harsh to some, but there was something about the way he did it that made her scalp light up and supercharged all of the nerve endings in her clit and pussy. God, she loved fucking him.

Right now, he was furious with her as he stalked back and forth, growling and muttering. All Zia could see, feel, and sense was the growing state of his arousal as the predator inside him demanded that he take her hard and fast. His trousers were becoming more predominantly tented as his anger and lust grew. Good, she liked a little rough sex after an especially intricate job. That wasn’t true, she liked a lot of rough sex, period. Thankfully, her mate could provide that for her.

The corners of her mouth lifted as she rose from her supine position and crawled down the length of the mattress to him.

“However can I make it up to you?” she purred, opening the floodgates on her side of the tether and unleashing her arousal and lust.

“You do not seduce your way out of a spanking,” he snarled.

“Don’t I?” she teased. “I recall several I’ve been able to avoid. Of course, my pussy is sore the next morning, but…” she inhaled deeply, “…it’s such a delicious kind of sore.”

“Lucrezia…”

“Roman,” she pouted, sitting back up so he could see her bountiful breasts. “It seems to me, my beloved, that you’re in a painful state. What if I kiss, suck, and lick it all better?”

“You think that will soften my mood toward your behavior?” he asked, his voice deepening with lust.

“Maybe, maybe not. But certainly, if you shove that gorgeous cock down my throat as you come, it’ll make it a bit softer at least for a few minutes.”

They both knew Roman had a short recovery time, especially when he fucked his wife’s mouth. As much as he loved the way she serviced him orally, it usually left him wanting more. She allowed her body to roll forward and crawl back down to him.

“Pretty please?” she purred.

He nodded, not trusting his voice, she was sure.

Zia reached toward his waist, unbuckling his belt before unfastening his trousers and easing them down over his hard, muscled buttocks and thighs, careful not to let the zipper graze his rigid member. He was so hard and wildly aroused; the thing was pointing to and almost reached his navel.

This was going to be fun. He wouldn’t allow her to have control, but the man did love a good blow job. And they never failed to put him in a good mood.

“Come on, lover, let your sweet fuck toy see to your need.”

Fisting her hair, he fed her his dick. She wasn’t really prepared, but she knew it would be good for both of them. Zia loved how powerful she felt when she brought him to climax through her own ministrations and not his. Her mate was in a nasty mood, but filling her belly with his cum ought to help alleviate at least some of that.

The fact was, as much as she enjoyed a good spanking, she hated discipline ones. Roman made sure she always knew the difference. One would allow her to relax and float in a place where nothing but Roman and pleasure existed. The other would hurt like hell and was intended to curb or eradicate a behavior he didn’t approve of. Her highly technical cat burglar skills chief among them. She wondered idly as she was now a tiger-shifter that the moniker was so much more appropriate. But that sounded so mundane. A cat burglar? No, sounded like she stole small felines. A thieving tiger. Yes, she liked the sound of that.

Zia backed off until just the head of his cock remained in her mouth. She wrapped one hand around his staff and reached up to cup his balls with the other.

“God, Zia,” he purred.

That sounded much better.

She swirled her tongue all around the crown of his cock, eliciting a long groan of pure pleasure from him. He might be the dominant partner between them, but Zia was his equal in all ways, even though he didn’t like to admit it.

Roman sank his fingers into her auburn tresses, squeezing before giving them a good tug, igniting a wildfire in her system she found hard to resist. He took a firm hold so that she could no longer move her head and began to thrust, in and out. Plunging his cock deep into her mouth, he hit the soft place at the back of her throat. Zia swallowed him down, breathing through her nose as she clutched his muscular thigh with one hand and cupped and stroked his heavy balls with the other. They were tight—this wasn’t going to take long.

Zia looked up at him, locking her eyes on the masculine perfection of his face. Roman was intently watching her as his cock moved in and out of her mouth. Each time he drew back, she sucked hard, trying to keep him inside. She didn’t want him to get any relief from the cool, circulating air of their bedroom. No, she wanted his hot, hard cock in her wet heat so she could get him to come. She moved her tongue all up and down his staff as she sucked, seducing and attacking at the same time.

His cock slid over her tongue, driving deep before pulling back, only to drive forward again,

his balls slapping her chin. Roman’s measured, controlled rhythm was lost as he began to thrust into her with primitive abandon, growling as he did so. He was about to lose this particular fight and she intended to revel in it. His cock began to swell even further and twitched before he erupted like Vesuvius in the back of her throat, shooting his cum down into her belly.

When the last of his release was spent, Roman pulled free, leaning down to pull his trousers back up. Shaking his head, he glared down at her. “I’d wipe that Cheshire grin off my face if I were you. You may have a belly full of my cum, but I mean to turn that beautiful ass the most dazzling shade of red before I fuck it good and proper.”

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, before she could shriek out a protest or call him a name, Roman had her positioned across his lap as he raised his hand and brought it crashing back down, making her caterwaul in equal parts anger, pain, and arousal. She wriggled and squirmed but couldn’t get away from him. As she gave over, her entire body began to tremble with need. Not only had she missed him last night and done without while she robbed the Winter Tiger, she was now fairly sure it would be nightfall before he assuaged the deep ache within her as he made sweet love to her until the next sunrise.