Page 68 of Naughty Santa Daddy

You care about her. She already softens you.

I tell myself it’s a lie. I don’t care. Sure, I got my dick wet. She’s a great fuck. I’ll have her again, writhing beneath me, taking my dick, and allowing me to do whatever the fuck I want with her. She’ll take me in every hole before I finish with her, and I grin asI think of how she’ll stretch to receive me. My cock swells, and I fight back a groan, remembering the feel of her, the soft warmth, the tight—fuck, I can’t do this. I won’t obsess over her.

But that’s another lie.

I already do. I’m a stalker. A bad man. Hell, I’m the worst of the worst. Far more dangerous than the man she killed at the diner. He was only a contract killer. Me? I’ve made it a job and a way of life. I kill because it thrills me; I excel at it, and the only way to stay at the top is to secure the throne with blood.

I’d kill for her.

The realization sinks into the pit of my stomach like a heavy stone. I can’t lie and say I won’t. Hadley is important to my future; her bloodline has connections that can breach the secrets of the past. Her existence exposes us all. I know what I have in my hands. I know what her life means.

With her, I’m the harbinger of death or the angel of mercy. I can grant her life or snuff it out. I’m the grim reaper, holding her hostage, and I get to decide if and when she lives. I will never allow anyone else to make that choice or take it from me.

Then force her to stay.

It’s ridiculous. I can’t lock her up and keep her, using her for my sick pleasure while I decide what to do with her. But it’s a feeble argument. I already want her. She’s burrowed deep beneath my skin and stolen a place inside me without my permission. I crave her.

You let her meet your son.

Fuck. It’s the deciding factor. Hadley knows too much already. She wants answers, but I’ll only give them if she agrees to allow my protection. A bargain struck that gives me unlimited access to Hadley while also keeping her safe until I get the information that I need.

She’ll spend the holidays with me. Christmas with a monster. I’ll get my answers, her sweet body, and then I’ll have what I need to decide Hadley’s fate.

“She’s going to crash,” Big John hollers, and I shake free from the thoughts holding me hostage.

We’re gaining on her. She’s not far ahead when the sleet falls harder, and the ground becomes frozen. The windshield wipers are slashing through the droplets, but as fast as they clear, there’s more to take their place. Visibility is decreasing. It’s too dangerous to be out here, chancing fate and risking our lives over a stubborn, paranoid woman.

I want to throttle her. Shout at her to slow down. Kiss her before she dies.

Well, fuck.

Big John curses as he struggles to keep us from sliding, but Hadley isn’t as lucky. The SUV slides toward a line of trees, and Hadley must jerk the wheel because she skids, spins in a half circle, and our headlights align.

Don’t do it,I shout in my head.I’m not your enemy.

Through the bright beams, I can see her expression. She doubts me. She’s frightened. But it’s the resolve I see that equally pisses me off and intrigues me. She’s a fighter. Until now, I began to doubt she had what it takes to play this deadly game.

Hadley revs the engine before slamming her foot on the gas. The SUV jolts forward as I laugh. The balls on this woman. She’s too fucking adorable and clueless.

Big John sits like he’s in shock. “Boss?”

I open my mouth to tell him to swerve out of her way when I see headlights appear from multiple vehicles. We’ve been found. None of my men would announce their presence like this without checking in first. The danger just escalated.

Hadley doesn’t notice the threat. She’s gaining speed as she heads toward the truck.

I do the only thing that’ll snare her attention. Throwing open the door, I climb out. My expensive leather shoes slide on the ground as I run in her direction. I wobble, desperate to convince her I’m not the one she needs to worry about. At least, not yet. Reaching for my gun, I palm the weapon and hope she doesn’t think it’s intended for her.

Hadley

Oh, God. He won’t let me go.

It’s the first thought to enter my head after I decide that I need to flee from Massimo and the truck. He won’t give up the chase, and the weather is making it difficult to drive. I’m already struggling without my driving glasses, and now it’s almost impossible to see more than a few feet in front of me. When I almost crashed into the trees, I slammed on the brakes and spun around, facing the truck.

All the anxiety, confusion, anger, and adrenaline combine into a volatile cocktail. I need Massimo to see that I’m not weak. He doesn’t own me. I won’t become a victim.

Never again.

Not even my montage will help me now. I’m not safe. I’m totally not in control. But I can take care of myself. Even if it’s a bit reckless and wild.

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