Page 166 of Sinning for Santa

She’s not only affected me, but she’s made an impact in some small way on my men. On the women. On the town.

Slowly, as Ronnie retreats, I turn back to face my sassy little mouse.

“Up to my room. Now,” I demand, and fuck, the way her cheeks flare to life has my cock jerking in my fucking pants.

I can tell by the way she bows her head slightly, that this is exactly what she wants. Me, demanding, dominating and confident, and not fucking spiralling out of control.

I will address those feelings tomorrow. Or maybe the fucking day after, but right now, I have better things to do with my night, which involve Jaxcen, naked and screaming.

“Move it,” I order, and she does, just like that.

Obedient. Submissive.

My little mouse.

I watch her arse as I follow her up the stairs to my suite. When we reach my door, I lean over her, pressing my hard cock into the valley of her arse as I key in the code, hearing the lock click open a second later.

The moment I push the door open, she hurries inside, through the living space and into my bedroom.

Easing the door shut, I take my time, hearing the rustle of clothing and just knowing she’s getting ready for me.

The moment she comes into view as I stalk through the door, I slow my steps, my gaze travelling over her creamy flesh, bare except for the red lacy g-string, and the matching bra with the dusty pink shade of her nipples teasing me through the lace.

“Fuck, little mouse. You look good enough to eat.”

She grins as her blue gaze catches mine through the dark fan of her lashes.

She’s still keeping her head angled low, showing me that she can be a good girl when she wants to be.

The funny thing is, she’s the one with real power here.

In fact, I think it’s been that way all of this time.

Look how easily she riled me up. She knew exactly what she was doing.

She wanted this version of me.

She wants the devil.

And fuck, the devil wants her. He wants fucking everything from her.

Stepping up to her as she stands at the foot of my bed, I tug the stupid fucking Santa hat free from where I tucked it in the back of my pants, and when I go to toss it, Jaxcen’s dainty hand quickly snatches it off me.

“No.”

“What are you doing?” I ask as she reaches up and positions the hat on my head.

“What does it look like?” she asks, a smile teasing her lips.

“It looks like you’re putting more clothes on me when you should be taking them off. Don’t you want to sin for the devil?”

Leaning back as she lowers her hands from positioning the stupid Santa hat, she admires her dressing skills and shakes her head.

“No, I don’t want to sin for the devil tonight.” He blue gaze locks with mine then, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips before she continues. “Tonight, I want to sin for Santa.”

I know it shouldn’t be, but fuck, the whole sinning for Santa thing sounds fucking hot.

It reminds me of my cousin Griffin, and the borderline stalkerish game he played with Aggie. He called the game, Subbing for Santa, and fuck he made her do some pretty depraved things, but it’s the game that sealed their fate. Their happiness.

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