Page 142 of Sinning for Santa

Is it trust?

Does she trust me?

“My devil.” Her voice, so soft and innocent, sends my heart racing as she begins. “I bestow upon you my darkest sins, and ask that you bathe in my debauchery.”

I growl like the beast I am, my cock joining the party as he too appreciates her words. Her submission.

“Divulge your sins, Jaxcen. Tell me everything bad you’ve done.”

“I’ve been defiled by the devil multiple times, and I loved it,” she admits, her head lifting slowly, her gaze coming up to meet mineas I stand over her, tall and dominating. “There’s a possibility I’m already carrying the devil’s spawn.”

Again I growl, my need to possess her ready to fucking burst.

But I have to wait.

I need patience. I want this to last.

“I stole a car. A slick sexy red Corvette, and I nearly ran over the guards when I escaped. I busted up the front of the Corvette pretty badly.”

She licks her lips, her gaze dropping to the hard bulge in my pants, and my cock jerks just knowing she is looking.

“What else?” I rasp, and those big blues lock back onto my eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I broke all the speed limits in the state. I also did an illegal turn and then drove up the wrong side of the street.”

I fucking remember the sight of the Corvette half on the path half on the road, its nose pointing in the wrong direction.

“More. Tell me everything,” I demand, and her eyes flare.

“I kneed my fiancé in the balls.”

My brows shoot up at that, and again I feel pride fill me, glad she stood up to him.

“Actually, he’s not my fiancé. He’s my ex.”

“Atta girl.” I reach out and grip her chin, angling her head back more and unzipping my fly, and fuck me, the way she drags her gaze to the sight, the tip of her pink tongue darting out to wet those lips like she’s imagining wrapping them around my shaft has precum beading on my tip. “What else?”

“I nearly leaped to my death,” she whispers like she’s mesmerised by my cock, and it takes me a hot fucking second to realise what she said.

“Hold up. What did you just say?”

The way I squeeze her jaw has her attention returning to my eyes, and she gives me a one shouldered shrug.

“Dr Xavier had two male nurses with him. They came after me, and since they were blocking the entrance, the only other way out was by diving out the doors and over the balcony.”

“What!” I snap, ready to fucking murder someone. Anyone, but again, she simply shrugs like it was no big fucking deal.

“I would have rather died than let Dr Xavier take me back to Holly River,” she admits easily, but I can’t fucking fathom it.

“No,” I bark, slapping her hand away when she reaches for my cock. “You need to fight always, little mouse. You hear me?”

I’m met with her glare, as she slaps my hand away this time before wrapping her dainty hand around my shaft. “Thatwas mefighting. That was me deciding my fate and not letting them decide it for me. That’s my prerogative.”

Fuck. I get that. I really fucking get that, but it doesn’t make it any easier to accept that if they hadn’t stopped her, she’d be dead right now.

My gut sinks at the alternative.

Them stopping her means they caught her and one of them fucking touched her. Touchedmypussy.

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