Page 127 of Sinning for Santa

“You miss her,” I state, pressing my palms to his bare chest, and he nods.

“I imagine she’d be an amazing mum. And I imagine she’s happy, no longer part of the Marx empire.”

“You sound like you hate it.”

He shrugs. “It has its perks and its downfalls, like most things in life.”

I nod, fully understanding that now.

“Tell me about your other siblings.”

He rolls his eyes. “You really want to know that boring shit?”

“It’s not boring to me.”

He chuckles, shifting me back under the water and proceeds to rinse out the shampoo.

“Jenaveve and Elise are my other sisters. They live their own lives away from my parents as much as they can. And me too, I guess. I’m not known to be very accommodating.”

My brows shoot up. “Aside from your cockiness,” I grin, eliciting a smirk from him, “you are very accommodating.”

“Depends who you ask, I suppose.”

“What about your brother? Is he like you?”

Devon scoffs. “By looks only. Fucker gets into too much trouble. Doesn’t have much self control. Life is just one big fucking party to him.”

I giggle. “You sound jealous.”

“Fuck, maybe I am.” He grins, and then his smile falls away.

“I have parents and siblings, but my real family is Finn, and then I guess my men and cousins. They are all that matter.”

I nod, standing on my tip toes, and Devon meets me halfway, leaning down to press his lips to mine.

That’s all it takes for the heat to spike inside the shower, his arms weaving around me and pulling me flush against his naked front.

This guy here with me now, is so much different to the guy I met at St Catherine’s the other night. He’s gentle, but rough at the same time. His kiss is claiming, and hell I want him to claim every part of my being. And he’s hungry, ravenous as he growls into my mouth, his erection getting harder by the second, pressed to my belly.

“I want you.” I breathe into our kiss, and he growls again, lifting me, my legs wrapping around him before I feel the cold tiles at my back.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits, breaking our kiss to stare into my eyes, his dark gaze melting me like butter.

“You won’t.” I remind him, “I need this.”

The way his lips slam into mine is beyond claiming. They are fevered as they demand mine to comply, and hell, this is exactly what I love about Devon Marx.

He dominates me so thoroughly. It makes me want to give him every last piece of my soul.

“I want to fill you up.” He groans, fisting his cock between us and sliding the thick swollen tip at my entrance.

“Yes. Fill me up,” I beg, not sure if I just want his dick to fill me, or his cum.

That thought has my pussy aching, desperate to be stretched and dominated. Desperate for him.

I should probably question where my head is at, because his cum could mean a baby, since I’ve never taken thecontraceptive pill, and I know I’m not ready for children, but the risk of it is somehow making this all the more hotter, and I want the filthy version of him that is obsessed with putting his baby inside me.

“I wanna fill you with so much cum that you almost drown in it.” He grunts before slamming his dick inside me, and my back arches as I cry out, loving that stretch he gives me with his girth.

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