Page 101 of Sinning for Santa

“Nope. Not when you two are gonna trash this whole fucking office,” Finn snaps, his voice closer now, and I force my gaze from Devon’s to see him looming on the other side of the desk, glaring at his boss.

“I will smash this whole fucking place up until Jaxcen does as I ask,” Devon sneers.

“No.” I drag my gaze back to my monster. “Stop it, Devon.”

“I’m almost certain I’m gonna regret asking this.” Finn’s voice is strained, “but what the fuck is it that you’re asking her to do?”

Devon growls in that animalistic way he does. “I want her to slap me. Really fucking hard.”

I slam my lips together as a moan threatens to expose just how turned on I am right now.

“Dude, why do you want her to slap you?”

“For the lie.” Devon snarls, “For making her think she was going to die. Making her think I was taking her because she saw too much.”

Finn chuckles. “Fuck man, if you want to be roughed up, I’ll do it for you.”

“No,” Devon barks. “She needs to take back her control.”

“Have you ever thought that perhaps I don’t want control?”

The words are a shock as I say them, yet I know there’s some truth to them.

I’m not sure if it’s a result of my past, but it suddenly dawns on me why I was so devoted to Eddie, when I realise now I didn’t really love him. Why I never tried to get a better job, instead being content with one with little responsibility. Why I let my parents make all the decisions for me.

I didn’t want to control things.

I didn’t want to be responsible.

And now, I know why.

Because when I tried to do that, I was made to feel worthless.

Devon’s expression is hard, yet confusion plays around the edges of his eyes.

“Is this some sort of fucked up therapy session?” Finn asks, reminding me that we’re not alone.

I shake my head. “No. I’ve been to those before. This isn’t the same.”

Finn’s head comes into view as he leans over to look at me upside down. “Give me the word, Miss Summers, and I’ll remove my mate from the room.”

Devon doesn’t even get pissed about Finn’s words, and when I take him in again, I can see he’d let his friend do that.

For me.

Reaching up, I fist Devon’s dark hair, my fingers gripping the short strands at the roots, and tug him so we are nose to nose again. “I don’t want to slap you, but I do want you to fuck me again, and make me forget everything those people have ever done to me.”

Finn curses and Devon growls before his lips slam into mine.

“Wait until I get out of the fucking room!” Finn yells, but Devon is already reaching between us to free his dick, and because I’m still pantiless, he shoves that stiff appendage into me, hard.

I cry out, even as the door closes, and I realise, Finn could have been still standing there watching, and I really wouldn’t have cared.

Once again on his desk, Devon makes me forget all my fears.

This time when Devon fucks me, it’s not the same as before. Even though he consumed both holes down there before, this time, his entire being consumes me. It wraps around me like a security blanket filled with ecstasy.

Is that even a thing?

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