Page 63 of Naughty Santa Daddy

She quickly jerks her head up, challenging me and bringing our lips even closer. “You don’t get to play games with my life.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I can do what the fuck I want.” I speak slowly, my threat simply a promise we both know is true.

“Then do it.” Her eyes darken in rebellion, intriguing me even more than her defiant response.

With my eyes wide open, I nip her bottom lip and watch her response. Her breath brushes across my face from her sharp exhale while she slightly shifts her face upwards, inviting me to do it again.

She slips her bottom lip between her teeth and watches me intently. Her body squirms under my hold while she impatiently waits for my next move.

I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, forcing her to release it and end the tease. “It’s you that’s playing games,” I whisper between us before I quickly nip again. She meets me this time, her tongue slowly sliding up over my lips.God damn.So fucking sexy.

It’s in this moment that I snap. My grip on her throat grows tighter while our kiss becomes chaotic. Both of us fighting to get closer; neither backing away as if our very lives depend on consuming the other.

She slides her hands under my shirt and up my back, her nails digging into my skin and escalating every fucking sensation I have. I can’t stop the groan that escapes while a part of me awakens that has been dead inside for years. Reaching for my shirt, I pull away and allow her to writhe between my body and the wall that I have her pinned against.

She drags her nails down my chest, making my dick harder than I thought possible.Fuckkkkk.I glance down and notice the whelps beginning to form immediately. I had no idea Hadley would be brave enough to be like this, but I can’t say I’m disappointed to find out there’s more to her than I thought. And trust me… I’ve fucking thought a lot about her lately.

I lift her shirt over her head and start tugging at her pants, wanting nothing more than to see her naked when she rides my dick. She’s pulling at the button on my jeans at the same time I’m unsnapping her bra, both of us rushing like time will run out on us.

When all of our clothes have hit the floor, I’m right on her, lifting her legs around my waist, making her almost face to face with me. My dick bobs below her, teasing us both. Our heavy breaths blend for a moment before I start kissing her again. She rotates her hips and grinds against me, proving she’s just as impatient as I am. Her body is begging to be fucked… and so is mine.

Hadley

I’m frustrated.

I thought I would stop thinking about today if I allowed myself the distraction of sex. Massimo should be the perfect interruption from the memories that are swirling around in mymind, but I can’t seem to shake the image of the guy from the diner coming at me. Or the fact that Massimo knows who he was and that he was there to get me. Why would someone target me specifically? I’ve never seen that guy before.

I haven’t showered. They allowed me to clean up at the scene, but I’m far from cleansed of the living nightmare I’ve been through today. Even though challenging Massimo was supposed to allow me to escape it all, it seems to have made the commotion in my head even louder.

Massimo can definitely kiss. His body is perfection, and the way he is effortlessly walking toward the bed with me wrapped around his waist is so very promising of the amazing sex I’m definitely due for.

The tip of his dick brushes my pussy, making me clench. I want to put everything out of my mind and just get fucked. He would no doubt be the right man for the job. I can tell by his grumpy demeanor that he would go all in without any strings attached—a perfect scenario for me.

But I can’t.

I wait until he sits at the end of the bed before I place my index finger over his lips, stopping him from kissing me. His blue eyes lock with mine while I glide off of his lap. His cock twitches as I slide over it, causing both of us to hold our breath simultaneously.

His stare is hungry. He’s anticipating my next move, but I can promise by the lust in his eyes that he will not see this coming.

I take a step back and appreciate one last glance at the hot, naked man who was just about to fuck me before I turn to walk into the bathroom and lock the door. Half-expecting him to storm in behind me, I turn the water on and get in the shower.

He gives me the time I need to decompress, not interrupting me even though I’m in there long enough for the water to run cold. I used all of his manly scented products, scrubbing everyinch of my body while I tried to come to terms with everything that happened.

Once I felt thoroughly clean, I wrapped up in a towel and opened the door. His powerful scowl stopped me dead in my tracks. How can his irritated glare be so sexy? He should probably scare me… but he doesn’t.

I catch the flex of his arm that’s propped up against the doorframe. “Are you done playing games?”

“I just needed a minute.”

“I gave you sixty.”

“Thank you for that,” I say softly, finally breaking eye contact with him.

“I take it that was your first kill.” I nod at his statement, only looking up when he leads me with a single finger under the chin.

“His fate was already sealed. He was a dead man.” He steps closer, guiding me into a kiss. I allow it for a few seconds and then pull away with another question.

“Why? How did you know about him?” He whips me around until we’re both looking into the mirror. He’s tugging my towel loose while my mind goes wild with all the other questions I have for this man.Always Mr. Mysterious.

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