Page 9 of Unholy Night

Fucking smart ass. “Yeah, I’m good. Thanks.” I tried to close the door, but he wedged his foot in the crack, forcing it open. “Excuse me?”

As he stepped inside my room, he kicked the door shut behind him. “I don’t know what kinds of schmucks you’re used to dealing with, but I ain’t the one, sweetheart. We made this for you, and you’re going to fucking eat all of it.”

Unfuckingbelievable. The audacity. I folded my arms and took a step back. “Get out of my room before I call security.”

“What security? This is a bed and breakfast not the fucking Ritz. None of your little minions are coming to save you, princess. It’s just you and us here,” he snickered.

My heart raced. “What’s going on here? Are you really even innkeepers?”

Zander kept walking toward me, forcing me back until the back of my legs hit the desk chair and I plopped down. He scooped a heap of pasta onto the spoon and held it in front of my mouth. “Eat. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Fuck. They really were going to chop me up into little pieces. I’m so fucking fucked. There’s no cell service, no one to hear me scream… no way out. I glared at him before opening my mouth. “I will fucking sue the shit out of—”

Zander shoved the spoon into my mouth. “See, I told you I would shut you up. Now chew and swallow like a good girl.”

The pasta was fucking delicious, I was just being spiteful because they made it. And now he was fucking feeding me while my own juices dripped down my thighs. I was practically panting like a cat in heat.

He fed me three more bites before setting the bowl down on the desk. “Why are you wound so fucking tight?”

How much time do you have? Is what I wanted to say. “So, typically when strange men break into my room and force feed me pasta, that tends to make me a little uneasy.”

“You’re not uneasy.” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip, wiping the sauce off of it. “You’ve been deprived of actual fucking pleasure for so long, you don’t know how to enjoy anything.” He sucks the sauce off his thumb. “I bet you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in years, am I right?”

My heart was pounding out of my chest. He was so fucking hot. The way he stood over me, flicking his tongue across his lips. The way he looked at me like I was a trapped animal he was about to devour… It made my nipples harder than fucking icebergs.

And he was right about all of it. “You don’t know me,” I whispered.

He wrapped his hand around my neck. “But I want to.”

I stifled a moan as he dragged his thumb down my jaw. I was frozen, completely turning to putty in his hands like one of the damsels in distress from my romance novels. Fuck. I am not that girl.

He slid his thumb across my lips again. “I can do things to you that will make you feel alive again… Would you like that, sweetheart? Hmm? Tell me you don’t want me to ease that ache between your legs right now, and I’ll walk away. Look me in the eyes and tell me.”

Beads of sweat dripped down my back as the heat in my body increased. I wasn’t used to men like them. Those hot, alpha men only existed in my books. Not in real life. The douchebags I’d been with were more of the wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am variety. The kind that fucked you like a jack rabbit until they came and then left you there panting in your own unfulfilled juices.

But this one… If I truly was in Christmas hell, than Zander was in charge of the devil’s toy shop. And he wanted to play with every inch of me.

He smiled as if he knew he had me. “Not so sassy, now, are you?”

A spasm shot through my core. Maybe this was exactly what I needed. I could file this under romance book research, right?

“I don’t… I shouldn’t…” Fuck. My tongue felt like a lump of coal in my mouth.

In seconds, he hoisted me out of the chair and slinked behind me. I shivered at the feel of his hard cock pressing into my lower back. “What you should do, and what you want me to do are two very different things, beautiful.” He dragged his fingers across my belly and lifted my shirt. “But I’m not going anywhere until you finish.”

Fuck. He’s no longer talking about the pasta.

He pulled my tank top up over my breasts as I leaned back against his chest. I almost cried tears of joy when he pinched my swollen nipples in between his fingers. “Thatta girl. Arch your back for me. Fuck…” He sucked on my neck with his soft full lips as he continued to rub his fingers back and forth, pinching and pulling at my tender flesh. “I bet I could make you cum just from this.”

A whimper escaped my lips. “Please…”

He chuckled in my ear. “Don’t worry, sweet thing. I have every intention of scratching that itch of yours.”

Am I that obvious? Was I just walking around oozing vibes of the I-haven’t-been-fucked-properly-in-years variety? This was so fucking wrong. He’s a stranger. Possibly a serial killer. But the thought of him taking what he wanted from me sent a spasm so deep inside my core it made me feral.

He slid his hands down my waist, fingering the edges of my yoga pants. “Relax, princess, daddy’s here now. I know you’ve been a nice girl all year. But now I want you to be naughty.”

Oh, dear god. I gasped as his fingers dipped below my waistband. “Does that line really work on anyone?” I breathed. I didn’t know how much longer I could pretend I wasn’t enjoying this.

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