Page 72 of Slaying for Santa
“You sure about this?”
My gaze flicks to Wes where he’s sitting on the edge of my bed in nothing but his boxers.
“I’m sure.” I smirk at his uneasiness, something he doesn’t usually feel in situations like this, but I guess this time, it’s different.
Bell’s different.
My eyes flick to the bathroom door as it clicks open andBell steps out wearing a red satin robe. My cock instantly starts to wake, and my gaze shifts back to Wes as he stands from the bed, watching my girl approach.
Sharing a chick isn’t a new concept between us. But sharing a chick I actually care about sure fucking is.
There’s a part of me that wants to dick punch him for looking at her the way he is right now, but then there’s the other part of me. The depraved part. The part that craves the forbidden. That craves things most are too scared to admit to another.
I want to feel the jealousy of watching Bell with another man. I want the humiliation of it, so when it comes to me claiming her tonight, it’ll be all the more fucking brutal.
For her. Not for me.
For me, it’ll be fucking sweet.
“You hungry, Wes?” she asks as she rounds the bed to the side we are on, and he nods, rearranging his already hard cock in his black boxers.
“Fucking famished,” he admits, and I can’t even help the low growl that rumbles in the back of my throat.
Mine.
“Ohhh.” Bell’s brows shoot up as her attention shifts to me. “Is that jealousy I hear?”
“Punishing you is going to be a fucking pleasure,Belladonna.”
Her eyes flare at the name I know she hates.
I’m the only one that knows it’s the name of the poison she used to kill her father, and only I can call her that and remain breathing.
It’s our thing.
“Just for calling me that, I’m gonna make Wes fuck me longer.”
“Fuck. No complaints here.” He chuckles, but my eyes narrow, remaining on my woman.
I’ve delayed this from happening for a few days, making sure Doc checked over her first to ensure she’s healing okay. While I don’t intend on throwing her around tonight, I have no doubt things will get a little rough at some point.
“Do you have it?” I ask, and she nods, her gaze flicking to Wes as she pulls a long and thick butt plug from her gown pocket.
“Be a good boy and lather it up for me.” She winks as she holds it out between us, and I pick up the lube off the bedside table and smear the fucking plug with the clear gel, letting it ooze down over her fingers.
Licking her lips, she holds the plug out to me, and I take it before she removes the red gown, revealing her full nudity other than the red heels she’s wearing.
With the satin pooling around her feet, she turns, giving me her back, and my gaze instantly finds the yellowing bruises on the back of her ribs as she widens her stance and bends in half, pointing her arse in my face.
“Plug me up, Kitty. Make sure it’s nice and deep.”
The moment she reaches around to grip each of her arse cheeks and pulls on them to open her puckered hole up to me, I forget about the bruises and Wes groans, quickly shucking off his boxers and wrapping his hand around his cock as he starts to jack off.
Impatient fucker.
Shifting forward on the seat, I press the tip of the oversized plug to her puckered rose, and gently ease it in. Bell pushes back against me, like she’s already desperate to be filled, and I insert it all the way in until all that can be seen is the red jewel.
“That feel good, Bell?” I ask, my voice a little huskier than it was a few minutes ago.
