Page 18 of Silent Night Sins
Because it was part of the fantasy, I didn’t give in, although my body screamed with need. “Hell, no!”
That only made the bastard laugh.
He knew. We both did.
I was only pretending that I didn’t like being captured by a stranger in the dark. And he didn’t have to fake anything. He was made for the role of monster.
Still, I squealed as he tugged my hips back, bringing me to my elbows and knees on the rug. Moving behind me, he shoved my knees apart. I let out a huff of protest. It switched to a breathless moan of pleasure when he shoved his fingers deep in my core—and curled them.
“Merry Christmas, angel,” he growled, pumping first two, then three digits inside me.
“That’s days away,” I panted.
Behind me, his laughter melded with the sounds of a zipper and tearing foil. The condom wrapper fluttered to the rug beside me. “Then it looks like I have time to indulge in my new favorite holiday tradition.”
His fingers slipped away. Cristiano leaned over me and held his palm in front of my face. The skin of his fingers glistened in the glow of the twinkling tree lights.
“Time to be a good girl, Nicky,” he growled. “Suck. Lick your pretty juice from my fingers.”
My pussy convulsed, and I was in danger of coming right then and there. Leaning forward, I swallowed his fingers. It was filthy. Erotic. And it made my core throb.
While my tongue stroked his thick fingers, tasting myself and not hating it, Cristiano lined the tip of his cock with my entrance. He thrust inside with a viciousness that caught me off guard.
I choked on his fingers. The sudden invasion stretched me to the point of pain. Holy Saint Nick, I knew he was big, but feeling him inside was temporarily overwhelming. He paused to let my body adjust.
“Such a good girl,” he groaned, digging his grip into my hips and fucking my mouth with his fingers. My mouth flooded with saliva, and I struggled to swallow it.
“Ready, angel?”
When I moaned, he tugged his fingers from my mouth and spanked me again. I cried out, diving forward.
But he caught me with both hands, planting firmly on my hips. He began to pump into me. “You might take me so good, angel, but you’re still on the naughty list tonight.”
I moaned in pleasure. My monster, my darkest fantasy, drove into me, thrusting hard. The rug burned against my forearms. The red bow bobbed in front of my face.The lights from the tree danced over us, and I barely hung onto my sanity as he fucked me without mercy under the tree.
His voice came out as a harsh rasp. “Tonight, I’m laying a claim on this sweet pussy. Next time, you’d better be on birth control, because I’m going to fill it.”
Yes!More…I neededmore.
My thief was ruining me, in the best possible way, and there would never be anything wild, chaotic enough to sate me after this.
His hand slid under me, and he placed his fingers against my clit. With each thrust, I ground against him, sending pleasure exploding through me. It mirrored the bright, white lights dancing around us.
“It’s time to come, angel,” he groaned, thrusting deeper. “I can’t hold back anymore.”
He pinched my clit. I whimpered, folding into the swell of mindless delirium. Everything tightened; my muscles shook. The orgasm crashed into me, stealing reality.
I came hard. Harder than I’d ever come. His name was a cry on my lips, screaming it through the room.
Cristiano roared his release. My insides convulsed around his throbbing cock. Unable to hold myself up, I sagged to the rug. His hands steadied me, not letting me fall face forward. But he didn’t follow. His cock slipped away, and I moaned unhappily at the loss.
“That was beautiful,” he murmured, stroking my bare skin along my spine. “Youare beautiful, angel.”
I preened, smiling and letting my eyes flutter closed as I nuzzled my cheek against the carpet. He said he was coming back. He claimed this as his new tradition. A sigh of contentment escaped my lungs.
Somewhere in the room, my thief moved around. I didn’t care what he was stealing. He could have anything he wanted, now that I’d taken the one thing I craved.
Plush, warm fabric skated over my body. I snuggled under the blanket, suddenly too tired to move. Plucking the end of the bow, Cristiano unbound my wrists.
