Page 25 of Silent Night Sins
“Ma che cazzo fai!” I twisted around, my broken rib screaming in protest. From the island, something metal scraped against the marble. I put my hands up just in time to catch the full weight of the net as it dropped on me.
That sucker was heavy.
Grunting and growling, I sounded exactly like a wild beast caught in the snare. Which was exactly how a painter would depict the scene on canvas.
The huntress, with a cry of triumph, leapt from the island. I clawed and thrashed, twisting and making the noose on my ankles pull tighter. Nicky moved nimbly around me. Her quick, decisive movements were a thing of beauty. She reached into the writhing mess, plucked my wrist from under the net, and clamped a vise around my flesh.
I reared.
Shock and awe saturated my blood.
That gave her the precious few seconds to tug my other hand free of the net. By the time I realized what she’d done, I was bound—
And completely at her mercy.
Sitting back on her haunches, Nicky grinned down at me. “Well, would you look at that?” she tutted. “I caught Santa Claus.”
The scent of pine and sin floated past the mask and filled my lungs. I reached for the minion, but my hands wouldn’t move far past my head.
“Don’t tremble,” she teased. “You’re the one who put my name on the naughty list—you made the right choice.”
“I’m not trembling,” I panted. “This weighs a fuck ton.”
Nicky tsked. She pulled a ratchet strap, and my arms spread wide. When I was about to yell in protest, my ribs on fire, she bent and flicked the binding on my legs, loosening it a fraction.
I struggled to sit, the net falling off my chest and allowing air to fill my lungs.
Thewicked little thing wasn’t going easy. She pulled the strap again so my arms spread taut to the side. Only when I couldn’t move them did she approach.
“I like seeing you at my mercy, monster,” she breathed, tugging the net to the side. It hit the floor with a jangle, the chains clinking against the hardwood floors. “Do you know how many children try and fail to trap Kris Kringle every year?”
Breathing hard, I tried to yank the straps free. Damn…she was good.
“You just made the naughty list for life, angel,” I growled.
Nicky straddled my lap. “Poor me.”
She looped her arms around my neck, her body rocking against mine. Just like that, the aches and pains from the beating I took in the ring ebbed as a rushing heat flooded my body.
“I caught my own Christmas monster—and I don’t plan to let you go.”
I jerked against the bindings. “You can’t keep a monster trapped forever, angel.”
“Maybe.” She leaned close to my ear and whispered through the fabric of the mask. “You’ve been playing a fun game, monster, but tonight, I’ll show you I’m worse.”
My dick pulsed greedily between my legs.
Nicky felt it. She ground down, rubbing herself against me before shooting to her feet.
I groaned and shook the straps. “You’d better turn me loose, or I’ll make you regret this.”
She was rummaging around behind me. The anticipation and thrill of the unknown was a heady intoxication.
“I’ll take that chance,” she mused, coming around to this side of the kitchen again.
A lighter flicked in her fingers as she dipped it along several candles waiting on the back counter. Flames sprang to life. They danced in fiendish delight as they defied the shadows. Bringing one down to the ground, Nicky sat on my thighs. She raised her hand, and a steak knife glinted in her fist.
She stroked the bulge in my pants, squeezing my cock as she tipped her head back and forth, mimicking the way I’d played with her the other night.
