Page 19 of One Twisted Christmas

“You have nothing to apologize for, angel. I never should have brought you here knowing how they are. They can be a lot to handle but you didn’t deserve to be treated that way by anyone,” he whispers fervently into my hair. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. I promise you it will never happen again!”

I believe him.

The firmness in his voice and the way his grip tightens around me, almost as if he’s afraid that I’ll disappear if he lets go but I am not going anywhere. Not when he’s proved that with him is where I’m the safest.

“Nothing happened between Nico and I,” I say, pulling back to meet his eyes. If we’re doing this, I figure we might as well clear that between us. “We were never an item. He took me out to prom and I left because… I found out from one of his friends that there was a bet going on. Nico bet a hundred bucks that he could take my virginity, so I left him.”

Fabian’s expression turns murderous, and I can tell he’s about to stride back in there and finish the job, so I grasp his arm, pulling his focus on the man who doesn’t matter anymore. “Don’t go,” I whisper, leaning in and pressing my mouth on his neck, feeling his pulse drum madly against my skin. “Teenagers are stupid. It seems he’s hardly grown over the years, but I have. And it’s you that I want. You that I need.”

Heat floods my tummy sending a tingling feeling between my legs. One that is slowly building and staining my panties. Jesus, watching Fabian get all riled up and threatening Nico got me worked up.

Does that make me sick or twisted in the head that I drew pleasure from watching it happen?

Shit, this is not the place to get all hot and bothered. There is only a wall between me and his family, but I can hardly help that I want him. Dressed in all black, Fabian is a snack and I want a piece of it. I want to see his face twisted in pleasure as he slides in and out of me, battling for control, his muscles staining and those eyes glazed with lust.

“You are trembling.”

I giggle at the worried look on his face. “Let me show you why,” I whisper, biting into my lip and looking around to make sure no one followed us out of the dining. Once I’m sure we’re alone in the hallway, I take Fabian’s hand – the same one he had wrapped around Nico’s throat – and guide it under my dress. I bite back a whimper when his hand graves the sensitive part of my inner thigh before going up and touching my sex over my panties.

“You are wet!” he growls, surprised that I am turned on after everything that happened back there.

“Yes,” I whimper when he slides his hand into my panties, dragging his middle finger over the valley of my sex. “God, I… we should stop. Not here.”

“Then you should have thought of that before I touched you,” he grinds roughly, lust replacing the anger in his eyes. “What kind of partner would that make me if I can’t take care of this for you?”

Fabian pulls his hands away but before I can anticipate what he's going to do, he spins me around to face the wall before his hands slide and back under my dress. I bite my lip to stop a whimper from slipping out when he massages my sex through my panties, thrusting his erection against my ass to let me know he's just as turned on as I am.

“Fabian, what if someone comes out?” I whimper when Fabian yanks my panties down my thighs.

“Then you need to be really quiet for me so no one hears you.”

I can tell that’s going to be a real challenge as the man drops to his knees. In his family home hallway! A wall away from all of his extended family who I assume have gone back to enjoying dinner.

“I’m going to eat this pussy, Helena,” he rasps, his voice deep and scratchy. “You are going to be quiet for me if you don’t want an audience. I don’t care if anyone walks out. I am not stopping.”

I want to call out his bluff but something tells me he’s not. Maybe this is not so great of an idea and… “Oh!” I slap a hand into my mouth to stop the cry when Fabian shoves open my legs and then he buries his tongue between my feminine lips, licking a path up the valley. “Oh God!”

He doesn’t stop, or give me a moment to gather myself before he is licking at me like a possessed man. I can hear the voices coming from the dining area and I am half terrified that someone will walk on us but soon, I can barely think at all.

His middle finger enters me as his mouth closes hungrily around my sensitive bud, tugging hard at my clit until I am panting behind my hand.

It's too much, too fast. An overload of sensation coupled with adrenaline and fear of getting caught and it doesn't take long before an orgasm tears through. My legs grow shaky and my knees threaten to give in. I bite into my hand to stop the sob that climbs up my throat, my sex clenching and unclenching around his thrusting finger as he draws out the orgasm.

I slump against the wall when Fabian gets up, slapping my ass right before I hear him unzipping his pants and taking out his erection.

Wait, he’s not thinking of having sex here is he? Surely not. What we just did was one thing but fucking me here would be insane. He wouldn’t. And yet, he does.

“Stay quiet, you can do that for me, right angel?” he rasps into my ear and I feel his thickness plod my entrance. “I am strung too tight to be nice!”

"Fabian, we should… oh!" I catch my cry in time when he slams into my wetness, burying all his thick inches into me. He's too big. All the lovemaking we've made and he still feels so freaking big inside of me. His thick manhood stretches my walls deliciously and I want more. Christ, I want more. Always will.

“You were saying?”

I don't even remember anymore. It seems he's scrapped off all thoughts that do not revolve around him. No, I don't want to think about anything but this man and the way he makes me feel.

“I love you,” I whisper the only thing in my mind. “It’s crazy but…”

Fabian pulls out before slapping back into me. “Then we’ll be crazy together because I feel the same way about you, Helena Jerkins. I love you too.”

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