Page 20 of One Twisted Christmas

“You do?” I choke out, afraid that I might have misheard him.

"From the second I saw you, I felt it," he rasps, and I feel the press of his hot lips against the back of my neck. "There was this connection I felt but I didn't want to pull you into my world. When you walked into my building, then I knew I couldn't let you go. I am a selfish man, Helena. I want to keep you in my world. Your beauty, your warmth, and your innocence. I want to claim everything."

“It’s yours.”

Fabian combs his hand into my hair and yanks my head back as he starts rutting into me in fast strokes, his breath heavy in my ear. “Mine!”

“Yes!”

He slaps into me hard, slapping his hand on my mouth when he realizes he can't trust me not to make any noise and drawattention to us. There is no restraint in the way he takes me, pounding his manhood into me so roughly that it forces me up on my toes. It's an overload on all my senses and I love every second of it.

“Fuck, I can’t last too long, angel,” he grinds into my ear, dropping his free hand between us and I jilt hard against him when his middle finger finds my clit. I whimper when he starts rubbing it fast and firmly, pulling me into yet another orgasm.

A scream climbs up my throat and it’s a good thing he has a firm hand on my mouth or my scream would alert not just those in the room next door but everyone in the estate.

God. Oh God!

My sex tightens painfully around his cock before releasing deliciously I feel it from the roots of my hair to the very tips of my toes. My throat strains and I go blind as he pounds so hard into me that it lifts me off the ground. He hammers into me faster and harder, following with his own orgasm, burying his face into my neck as his manhood jerks inside of me seconds before he floods me with his seed. I whimper at the sensation, my sex pulsing hotly around him and milking him of every drop until his body loses tension.

We stay silent, our heavy breathing the only sound in the hallway and I am tempted to slide down and just take a short nap. There is something about Fabian's arms around me that makes me safe enough to drop all my guard.

“We should go,” I whisper when his hand drops from my mouth. “I think we’ve tested our luck.”

He chuckles, the sound warm and soothing to my ear. "How do you feel about us spending Christmas dinner with your family instead? I'll order us a meal from Bella Cucina and all the desserts you want."

“You had me Bella Cucina,” I chuckle, turning around to wrap my arm around his shoulders, my eyes locking with those beautiful dark eyes I love. “I’m sorry about today but thank you for standing up for me. I love you.”

Fabian pulls me hard against him and hugs me tight, promising me without words to always protect me from the world and I silently vow to do the same.

He is mine as much as I am his. Nothing and no one will change this!

Epilogue

Five Years Later

Fabian

I watch my wife run around in panic, nearly tripping on her gown in her hurry. She looks so fucking gorgeous in that dress and just watching her sends my cock thickening behind my fly. I want to tear it off her and drag my mouth all over her body until she’s moaning and panting for my cock.

Lord above, how did I land someone as beautiful as her? I knew she was special the first time I saw her. Flour all over her hair and dress, beautiful blue eyes locked on mine. I wanted her that afternoon and every day since.

"Oh my God, this is the wrong shade of green?" cries out Helena and I turn around to find her staring at the green tablecloth in horror. "This is pickle green! I asked for Pear green. It'll crash with everything. I feel faint."

I would think she was being dramatic if I didn't know how much effort she has put into tonight's dinner party. This is the first Christmas dinner party we are celebrating with the whole family. Ever since the chaotic party five years ago, we haven't had another one like that, choosing instead to celebrate in the little family we've created, but this year, she begged me to let her host the party and I couldn't say no to her.

Maybe I should have.

This past week, Helena has driven her to near madness trying to make the party perfect for everyone. She wanted to do everything herself and since Nico will not be in attendance, my innocent naïve wife is convinced the night will be empty of drama. It’s clear she still doesn’t know my family very well.

My eyes stay on her as she runs around the dining area and when she comes close to where I am, I reach out and grab her wrist, tugging her hard against me. I wrap my arm around her waist and stare down at her beautiful blue eyes. “Everything is perfect,” I tell her, leaning down and nuzzling her neck so she tilts it back. I trace my mouth over the slope of her neck, breathing in her soft sensual scent. “God, you smell so good.”

“Fabian,” she tries, slapping my shoulder lightly. “I don’t have the time for this. I need to check if the wine orders are correct.”

“Hmm, and how many times will it take to be sure they are?”

“Uh?”

"You double-checked the list last night. You woke me to come down with you. Remember that?" I say with a chuckle. "The wine bottles are where you left them. If by some miracle they disappear under your watchful eye, it will not be the end of the world."

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