Page 27 of Sinning for Santa

“No. I’m not going with you. You’re just going to kill me.” She cries before slipping in the mud as she tries to scramble up the embankment.

“Fucking hell,” I snap, before storming towards her.

Once again my strides are double the length of hers as I close the distance.

This woman is hilarious as she holds those goddamn heels up high like she can’t bear to get a speck of fucking mud on them, and I’d be laughing if it wasn’t so fucking annoying.

“Stop, Jaxcen!” I yell, tired of chasing her, but my demand has her scrambling harder in the mud.

It only takes me two more strides to catch up with her once again. For the third time tonight, my arms wrap around her from behind as I stop her from fucking running.

A scream lurches from her lungs, so loud it echoes around us, disturbing something that has wings deep in the pine forest.

At hearing the wings flap, my little mouse stills, a quiet whimper flying past her lips, and I know now she’s beginning to realise that I’m probably the better devil in this scenario.

“We made a deal, did we not, little mouse?”

“Yes, but…” She squirms in my arms, still trying to get away, but I hold firm, pressing my lips to her ear and inhaling her intoxicating scent.

It’s fruity, but has a spice to it that I can’t quite place. Whatever it is, it makes my fucking cock stir, and I have to fight the urge to nip at her lobe which is so close to my lips.

A deep rumble sounds in my chest as I fight against all of my carnal urges to give in and just take her right here, right now, in the mud against the embankment.

Lucky for her, I shake it off.

“But nothing, little mouse. We made a deal.” I remind her, and even though she whimpers, I swear she presses her ear closer to my lips.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,”she murmurs breathlessly, fear lacing her tone as I carry her back to the car once again.

This whole thing feels like deja vu, and for a moment I wonder if she likes running. If she likes being chased. Because I sure as shit know that I fucking love chasing.

Lowering her to her feet, I spin her and press my palms to her shoulders to urge her back down into the car. It’s then that she starts crying. Fat tears popping from those big blue eyes that look up to me pleadingly.

“Why are you doing this? Please, I don’t want to die. You killed them in self defence and I promise I’ll never tell anyone what I saw.”

I chuckle. “The first guy was in self defence. The second guy was because I could.”

She pales.

“A deal is a deal. You told me your confession, little mouse. I’m not going to kill you.”

Not that I was anyway. I could tell her that and alleviate her fears, but that will bring about other drama that I don’t have the patience to deal with right now. She’s better off not knowing she’s become a target. She’s better off not knowing I’ve brought her here to protect her.

“If you’re not going to kill me, then why am I here? Why can’t I just go home?”

Lowering to my haunches in front of her, those blue pools follow my every move, her pink lips so plump and kissable that I have to fight every fucking urge inside me not to just lean in and claim her lips again.

“I may have said I’m not going to kill you, little mouse. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to keep you for a little while. It’s boring out here at Christmas time.” I shrug with indifference. “There’s nothing to do out here in the pine forests, and I want something new to play with.”

Her lower lip trembles at my words, my insinuation clear.

“So you’re going to rape me, is that it?” she snaps, that little fire inside her returning.

“Love, when you spread those pretty thighs for me, it’ll be because you beg me for my cock.”

Even though her lips part in a shocked gasp, the fire brushing over her cheeks gives away how much I think she would love that scenario.

“I’m engaged!” She protests like her upcoming nuptials are going to stop me from taking my fill of her sweet, sexy little body.

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