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“Yes, Santa.”

“I’ll talk to you soon.” He whispers, pressing his lips to my ear. He stays that way for a long beat, almost as if he doesn’t want to leave me. Hell, I don’t want him to leave me. I have no idea who this man is, but it’s like my soul knows his soul, and they are yearning to connect and never part.

Which is just ridiculous.

Right?

Santa

Walkingawayfrommylittle elf there in the library was harder than I thought it would be. Finally touching her. Feeling how soft she is almost made me cave and spin her around to face me. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something as much as I want to consume this woman.

I fucking yearn for her. But I can’t have her yet. I need to see if she can survive this game.

She didn’t see me following her through the shopping centre. There were so many people, making it easy to stay hidden. Hell, at one point she went into the jeans store, and I fucking went in, too. While she browsed the clothing on the female side of the store, I pretended to browse the male side.

It was risky getting so close to her, but fuck, I just couldn’t help myself by pushing the boundaries a little.

Sending her to the State Library was always my plan. I wanted to see how publicly she’d let me have my way with her. She didn’t even seem scared.

Nervous, but not scared.

And fuuuck she was so wet. When my fingers finally pressed against her panties, my dick jerked at how much she had already ruined the fabric from her arousal.

So I helped her completely destroy them.

And in time, I will completely destroy her.

Chapter seven

Losing My Senses

Agatha

Tearsbeganstreamingfrommy eyes the moment Santa left me. I felt like we were in our own little cocoon on that balcony looking down over the readers, and the moment he stepped away from me, it burst, and so did my control.

I stay on the balcony for longer than five minutes, trying to calm myself down from the sobbing mess I’d become. I’ve never been clingy after sex. Quite the opposite, really. Yet now, a faceless man has me all worked up over something I don’t even understand.

When I eventually leave the library, I give up on shopping and head back to my car, my eyes flicking to every male I pass, my mind wondering if he was my Santa.

On the drive back to Redfield Lake, I contemplate picking up Santa’s phone and calling him. For what? I don’t know. But instead, I pick upmyphone, and call the one female friend I have that I should be keeping a distance from.

Rhys George. AKA, Kitten.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Rhys practically purrs after accepting my call.

“Hey Kitten. Just thought I’d check in with you. See how things are going.”

Lies! I’m lonely and need a friend!!

“Oh, you know, I’m fan-fucking-tastic getting worshipped by my guys on the daily. Life’s pretty sweet right now.”

Kitten may have had a sex addiction and been the ‘toy’ for everyone to play with at the Vixen's Lodge Feast Nights, but things have turned out well for her. She found a way to have a relationship, and although it’s not normal in the eyes of society, Rhys and her boyfriends care about each other so much, they don’t care what other people think.

To say I’m jealous is an understatement.

What I’d give to have justoneperson want me that much.

“I’m glad they’re treating you well,” I say honestly. That poor kid deserves all the happiness life can bring. “How are you doing after the whole Master getting murdered thing?”

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