Page 19 of Unholy Night

Vance lined his cock up to my entrance. “About what exactly?”

It was my turn to smirk. “I loved it when you called me baby.”

“Fuck, yeah.” He plunged his cock deep inside without any coaxing, burrowing himself to the hilt. He swelled and throbbed against my walls, and it felt like I was on fucking fire.

Fuck, this man was an angel and the devil all in one. “Yes,” I cried out. “Harder. Fuck me harder.”

And he did.

I flung my head to the side to look at the hostage. “Guess I’m good at torturing people too. That asshole wants to touch himself so bad.”

Vance laughed. “You might be more sadistic than me, darlin’. I fucking love that about you.” He rolled his hips into mine and thrust his cock slowly in and out so I could feel each magical ridge against my swollen pussy.

My clit spasmed as waves of ecstasy fluttered through me. I cried out, scratching and clawing at his back as my orgasm threatened to steal my last breath. Stars exploded in my vision as his hand tightened around my neck, cutting off my oxygen. The pressure in my core was almost unbearable in the best possible way.

As he released his hold on my throat, I felt the rush of his hot cum filling my insides and it triggered another orgasm. “Oh, baby. Mmm… Merry. Fucking. Christmas.”

We rocked against each other like wild animals, clinging to each other for dear life, before collapsing together in a heap of sweat and cum.

“For fuck’s sake, Vance, she knows everything now,” Roman chided, his voice breaking through the stillness of the basement.

I looked up to see him, Zander, and Penn standing at the foot of the stairs, their faces a mixture of lust and annoyance. “Hi, guys.”

Vance climbed off of me and pulled up his pants. “She came down here when the power went out. What was I supposed to do? Off her?”

Zander snickered. “You fucking offed her all right… She knows our names and our faces. We can’t exactly just let her go.”

Penn nodded. “He’s right. I know she’s not our usual mark, but she knows way too much.”

I yanked my pants back up and threw my hands in the air. “Hello? She is still in the room. I’m not going to tell anyone about… this.” I pointed toward the hostage.

Roman threw me a pained look. “We don’t know that for sure. How can we trust you?”

My head was buzzing from the multiple orgasms I’d just had and the possible threat to my life if I didn’t think of something fast. I looked back and forth between them and their hostage. Fuck.

My hands trembled as I picked up a wrench from the workshop table. As I staggered over to the man tied up in the chair, his eyes widened. He shook his head. “What-what are you doing?”

Fuck. Fuck. What am I doing? But there was no other way to get out of this.

“Sealing my fate.” I took a deep breath and swung the wrench as hard as I could against his knee.

The man screamed in agony as his leg contorted.

I turned around to see all four of my Christmas psychos staring back at me with wide eyes, their mouths agape.

The wrench made a loud clank as I let it fall to the floor. “That makes me an accomplice. Do you trust me now?”

Easton

I sat on the glitter-bombed couch in the lobby across from the front desk with a fuzzy reindeer blanket wrapped around my shoulders. Penn handed me a cup of hot cocoa right after Vance spiked it with whiskey. As I took a sip, a shudder ran through me, followed by a spark of excitement. I should have been horrified but all I could think about was the rush of adrenaline that was still pumping through my veins. And the fact that I finally knew how I was going to finish my book.

The grandfather clock chimed, causing us all to flinch. “It’s midnight,” Roman announced.

I held my nose over my steaming cup of boozy hot cocoa. “It’s Christmas.”

Zander took a seat next to me. “You didn’t have to do what you did downstairs.”

I snickered. “Didn’t I?”

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