Page 15 of One Twisted Christmas

“Perfect!”

His finger starts moving faster and his mouth closes around my tight bud in hot suction and I start to whine, digging my heel into his muscular back as he brings me closer to the edge of an orgasm. It's so close, I can feel it. The pressure building in my tummy and threatening to explode.

God.Oh God!

He bends his middle finger and grazes something inside of me causing my hips to rear off the bed seconds before a scream tear from my throat. Fabian moves back as clear liquid squirts out of my sex and my eyes widen in a mixture of horror and pleasure, everything playing at once. His finger stays, grazing the sensitive spot inside of me, intensifying the delicious feeling until I am a panting mess and my body is trembling from the intensity of it all.

It’s not until I have calmed down that I question what the heck just happened.

There is a smirk on Fabian's mouth as he climbs to his feet, the bulge pushing at his sweatpants clear as day. "Glad I could give you another first."

“Uh?” I blink dazedly at the man.

“You have so much to learn, angel,” he says, offering his hand for me to take. “How about you get cleaned up and I’ll deal with the sheets.”

I flush at the memory of what just happened, confused but afraid to ask. Judging from Fabian’s self-satisfied grin, I feel a little at ease, figuring it’s probably something I don’t need to worry about.

“What about uhm, your…” My eyes drop to his bulge and the smirk grows.

“We’ll take care of it later,” he says. “After we’ve put some food in you. We still have an entire day to work up a sweat and maybe this time, we can do it in a different room.”

Right.

I duck my head to hide my heated cheeks. It seems Fabian has a whole plan mapped up for us today and I can’t find it in me to complain. My legs are trembling as I slowly make my way to the ensuite, but I am stopped before I can walk inside.

“Helena.” I turn around to find the man standing in the center of the room with his hands back in his pockets. “Merry Christmas.”

***

Fabian’s childhood home is nothing like any childhood home I have seen before.

As we drive up the long winding driveway, I feel the nerves build in me. Silly me. I was expecting a modest-looking mansion, but this is a freaking estate.

The towering iron gates, intricately designed with ornate scrollwork, stand tall and imposing. The gates creak open when Fabian drives up, revealing a sprawling estate that seems tostretch endlessly. Lush, perfectly manicured lawns flank either side of the driveway, dotted with perfectly trimmed hedges and vibrant flower beds.

Fabian’s sleek Mercedes glides smoothly over the cobblestone path and I catch a glimpse of the trees lining the property. I manage to pick my jaw off the ground but it drops once more when I see the house. No, “the house” doesn't begin to describe the magnificent piece of art that towers over everything else.

"This place is amazing," I say with awe, confused as to why anyone would ever want to leave. Fabian's penthouse is beautiful but this is out of this world. I had no idea some people lived this way in this city!

Fabian doesn’t respond. Instead, he reaches over her squeezes my hand in his and I am comforted by the warmth. “Looks like we’re late,” he says when we notice multiple cars parked outside.

“Oh, that’s not good.”

“It’s fine,” he says, and I notice there is no warmth in his voice. Something changed in this man when we drove into the gates, and I can feel whatever it is he’s feeling is not directed to me. I was too busy fawning over the home to notice it. “We’ll meet everyone, stay for dinner then we’re out of here!”

My brows draw in confusion. “Don’t you want to spend a little more time with your family?”

“No.”

Oh.

“Okay,” I whisper, squeezing his hand reassuringly. He doesn’t seem too happy to be here, but for whatever reason, it seems like he has to be. “Alright then. We’ll stay for as long as you want but before we walk in, can you tell me a little about your family?”

"Well, it's a big one," he says with a dry laugh. "But I am closest to my younger sister and then there is my brat of a stepbrother who…"

His words trail over and I notice movement on my peripheral. Someone – a girl with long dark hair walks out of the massive door and zeros on Fabian’s car. “Is that…”

"My sister, yes," he says, and for the first time since driving here, I witness a genuine smile. Fabian opens the car door and the girl who is comically shorter than Fabian flings herself into his arms. I climb out of the car and watch the siblings embrace.

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