Page 89 of Sinning for Santa

“He fucked my mouth too, Eddie,” I say to my reflection. “Loved it when I gagged around his cock.”

My lips thin before I burst out laughing, and holy shit, I think I’m losing my mind.

That thought is sobering.

I know what happens when I lose my mind, and I don’t want to ever go through that again.

“I feel trapped,” I whisper to myself, tears glazing my eyes. “Why is it so bad to want to feel so good?”

Shaking my head at my patheticness, I blink away my pending tears and straighten up my dress.

My parents and Eddie would frown upon me right now. They would tell me how ashamed they are of my behaviour.

But they aren’t here. And until they are, I refuse to let them ruin my fun.

Jutting up my chin, I roll my shoulders back and take in a deep breath before turning on my heel to go in search of my kidnapper.

Just that thought alone has my mood lifting, the thought that I’m favouring my kidnapper instead of being scared of him makesme feel a little unhinged, and right now, I don’t care.

When I step into the bar, I’m reminded of my outburst yesterday, when I foolishly went behind the bar and took the knife and threatened to stab people.

Ugh, how embarrassing.

“Good day, Miss Summers.” Ronnie, the bartender smiles even though he should probably hate me.

“Uh… hi.” I wave awkwardly, noticing the same old guys sitting at the bar, and the same older couple sitting at the end.

Ducking my head, I hurry to Devon’s office door to hear a female voice on the other side, arguing with him.

Maybe it’s the marks he made on my neck for all to see, or maybe it’s the fact I’m thoroughly fucked and feeling a little more daring than usual, but I shove the door open and walk in with all the confidence of a Kardashian, when really I’m nothing but the little mouse Devon calls me.

“But we need a Santa, and everyone loves you so you need to do it.” Allegra, the teenage girl from yesterday whines.

“I’ve told you a thousand fucking times. I’m not putting a fucking Santa suit on.”

“Why not?” I ask, butting in before two sets of eyes land on me. “I think you’ll look sexy in a Santa suit.”

Allegra screws her nose up. “On second thought, maybe you’re not the right person for the job.”

Devon rolls his eyes at her, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

“Good morning, Miss Summers,” Devon rasps, and this time it’s Allegra who rolls her eyes.

“I think I’ll leave before you make use of the mistletoe.” Allegra goes to walk out, but Devon’s demanding tone stops her.

“Not so fast, Allegra. You owe Jaxcen an apology.”

Sighing with noticeable shoulders slumping, Allegra moves closer to me as she shrugs.

“Sorry for talking smack yesterday. I thought you were one of our new girls and wanted to haze you a bit. It’s tradition.” She shrugs, but I’m only left with more questions.

“New girls?”

“You know. Devon’s rescues.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.

“Rescue?” I ask, and Allegra nods.

“You know, like a dog rescue but it’s a woman.” Again she shrugs like that’s no big deal before she walks out, leaving me inside the office with my kidnapper.

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