Page 138 of Sinning for Santa

“You have no idea how much I want to fill you with my cum. How much I want this food baby to turn into a real one.”

A shiver ripples up my spine, and not one of disgust, but instead excitement.

How does Devon Marx have this control over me?

Reminding me of my food baby, my thoughts shift back to my sister again, and I push any heat I have building in my core aside, for some real talk.

“I’m worried about my sister’s safety. My dad might be in hospital, but my mum… well she does everything he asks of her, and I don’t trust her with Presley.”

“Leave it with me, love. I’ll make sure she’s kept safe.”

I nod, not sure how he’ll do that, but certain he’s a man of his word.

We walk the rest of the way in silence, but it isn’t strained. It’s just comfortable. Easy.

Something I’m not used to.

Devon walks me into Miss Barber’s backyard, giving the famous Miss Barber strict instructions to only make me mocktails, and the other women engulf me, practically pulling me from Devon’s grip to welcome me into their fold.

Devon shoots me a wink, and leaves, and then all eyes are on me.

“Oh my god. He’s in love with you.” Miss Barber looksnothing like I imagined.

I was sure I was about to meet an older woman with a neat French roll, wearing a suit, but instead I find what I can only describe as a hippy, with dreadlocks.

She’s delightful.

Thankfully, with Allegra and Eden here, I’m not the only one drinking non-alcoholic cocktails, and I notice that so too, is Marilda.

Her son is off to the side, playing in a sandpit with a couple of other children, and I wonder if she doesn’t like to drink around her son, or if there’s another reason… Like maybe she’s pregnant. With Devon’s child.

Ugh. I don’t want to think such a thing and I really have no claim over Devon, but the thought has me jealous as hell, and I hate that Marilda seems so lovely, because I’d love nothing more than to claw her eyes out.

I mean. Not that I know her story, but you can’t tell me that her son doesn’t resemble Devon.

I wave off Miss Barber’s comment about Devon loving me, and instead ask about all of them.

“Tell me how you all came to be a part of this town.”

“We all came here for the same reason,” a female speaks up, and her familiar smile takes me back to the beer garden at the back of the Palace. I’m sure Devon said her name is Natasha. She played the guitar. “Devon and his men saved us and offered us sanctuary.”

I frown. Did I hear that right?

“I can see Natasha has confused you.” Miss Barber hands me a mocktail and takes a seat next to me on the wicker bench. “Each of us were in a bad situation. A situation not even the police could save us from. The Marx family were the only ones that could help.”

“And Angel Org,” the woman that jogged by me yesterday and told me women throw themselves off the cliff adds.

“Angel Org?” I ask.

“Angel Org is run by the Angel sisters. Bec and Amanda Angel. They help women and girls get out of violentsituations when the law fails them.” Celeste explains. “And they’re backed by the Marx family.”

“Yeah, Dev and his cousins are the muscle.” Allegra wags her brows, and the women snicker. “And then they offered us this place to recoup. Get back on our feet until we’re ready to leave and start a life somewhere else.”

“Only a couple of women have left.” Marilda speaks up for the first time. “Most of us are happy here. It’s a simple life. Safe for not just us but our children too.”

“Don’t you miss your families?” I ask, knowing I would miss Presley.

“We can still see them if and when it’s safe,” Melissa, the girl who was in Devon’s office the first time I went to see him there, adds, offering me a small smile.

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