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His book slams shut.
“My doe, that’s…”
I close my eyes tight. “I want you to do it in front of the fireplace, like the first night we…met. I want you to come up behind me, to touch me as you had.” Tears in my eyes, I spin in the chair to face him. “And I want you to fuck me so hard I never think about that place again.”
The big, scary Krampus swallows and nods.
CHAPTER 15
HIS HAND DRAWS across my stomach, the claws barely touching my bare skin. I gulp all the same.
The chains rattle and he pauses. “We don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do this.”
Unable to see him, I stare up. Metal links glint in the roaring firelight. I hold my breath and pull. Pain shoots through my arms, and I nearly whimper.
It’s all in my stupid head. I need to do this. I need to get over it and treat that man the way he treated me—like a footnote. As nothing more than a used Kleenex. Covered in dog shit. Flushed down a toilet.
“Keep going,” I pant through gritted teeth.
A low growl is his response. Not the kind to make my thighs clench if they could. This one sounds exasperated like he wants to cut me free and take me to bed. That would defeat the purpose of this.
I have to see it through.
I will.
“Very well. But if you so much as breathe—”
“Mistletoe,” I repeat the safe word he insisted on before even measuring out the chains. “I know.”
A hand takes my chin, lifting my head. I can nearly make out the shadow behind me. His face is shrouded in the hood, but the eyes burn like twin coals. “Do you think I’m enjoying this?” he thunders.
Ignoring the spikes shooting up my arms and calves I curve my ass back. His cock rests against my bare skin and I smile. “Feels like you do.”
Thatgrowl means he wants to fuck me.
Krampus releases my chin and lets go of me. “Very well.” I follow the clop of his hooves as he puts out every light except for the fire.
I’m alone in the near darkness with only my shadow for company. This isn’t so bad. He’s been more careful in chaining me up. I don’t know how, but there’s almost no pressure on my shoulders and wrists. The leather cuffs lined with wool padding are probably helping.
I can do this. Just think about how great his hands feel. His cock pulling me apart. That gold hoop…
His tongue…
A creak jerks me out of my horny thoughts. I don’t mean to thrash, but the chains catch and a soft hiss slips out. The noise stops.
He’s going to ask again.
I’m safe. I’m in the hands of a man with hooves, and horns, and red eyes. And I trust him a million times over the rich douchebag. It’s okay. I can do this.
I’m not going to die. I want this.
I want him.
My labored breathing starts to slow. Closing my eyes, I tip my head back and count to ten.
One, two…
I’m safe.
