Page 60 of Sinning for Santa

“Please. I’ll do anything you ask. Just please don’t kill him.”

With her hands held together in front of her like she is praying, I almost wish there was no one else here but the two of us so I can show her what I’m holding out for tonight.

“Anything?” I ask, and she nods, completely devoted to her response.

Pulling my gunaway from Bruno’s head, he sighs in relief, so I punch the fucker, watching him stumble back as a squeak falls from Jaxcen’s lips.

“That’s for all the fucking things that went through your head about my girl!” I snap, letting him see my rage as he scrambles backwards on the ground to put more distance between us, before I then turn my sights to Aaron and point. “You should have fucking stopped it. I’ll deal with you later.”

He doesn’t argue, just nods, accepting his fate, so I turn back to Jaxcen, still kneeling on the ground, her eyes trained on my gun at my side.

Stepping closer, I angle it back and forth, letting her get a good look. “You like my gun, little mouse?” I hold it in front of her eyes, watching her fear filled gaze dart from the heavy metal in my grip to my hard stare. “Do you want to take it from me and shoot me?”

“Yes.” Her confession is quick, and I smirk.

“Unfortunately for you, today’s not that day.” I chuckle, reaching forward to press the barrel to her damp cheek, and she flinches.

There’s just something about the way she’s looking up at me. The way those big blue eyes shoot hateful daggers at me, like she is imagining my death.

Slowly, I glide the metal over her searing cheek, to her mouth, which parts before I graze the tip over her plump lips.

“Open,” I demand, and the trembles rippling through her body increase as she shakes her head just a fraction, her terror gripping her.

I consider pushing the issue, but I’m pretty fucking sure she’s received the message loud and fucking clear, so with a smirk, I re-holster my gun.

“Stand up.” I gesture with two fingers and she obeys quickly, still keeping her eyes locked with mine.

That’s it little mouse, don’t let the predator out of your sight.

“Let’s put these back on,” I say, reaching into my pocket and bringing out the mauve lacy panties I stole from her earlier.

The guardscurse behind me, but I ignore them, my sight trained onto the flush engulfing Jaxcen’s cheeks at the sight of her panties dangling off my finger.

Slowly, I lower to kneel on one knee, and tap the inside of her ankle.

“Step in.”

Now it’s me who’s looking up at her, on my knees, yet I don’t feel any less powerful.

She knows who’s boss here, so she obeys, lifting her sandaled foot so I can slip the fabric on each leg before sliding it up and under her dress, before I give her arse a little tap.

“Atta girl.”

It’s hard to know what she’s thinking right now. Her gaze remains on me, yet there’s no glare, and I’m not even sure there is fear right at this moment.

If only I could see what’s going on inside her head.

I brush off the dirt and small pebbles that sunk into her knees from kneeling on the gravel road, before brushing off my pants and standing.

“I’ll see you both in my office in the morning.” I turn and glare at my guards, who nod quickly in agreement before I turn back to Jaxcen and sweep her up in my arms.

A squeal flies from her lips, sounding more like a squeak befitting my little mouse, and her dainty hand fists the front of my tee as I cradle her to my chest and start walking back up the fucking mountain.

“What are you doing?” she whispers, like she’s not sure if she’s allowed to speak.

“What does it look like?”

“I can walk,” she protests, but I simply shrug.

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