Page 27 of Silent Night Sins
“Cinnamon,” I repeated and tore a cut clean through the material. “Don’t forget.”
A purely animalistic growl was my only response.
I cut another line perpendicular to the first on the other side of the zipper. Yes, I could have unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper, but using the knife was a hell of a lot more fun. He would be walking out of the house in a broken, torn pair of pants later…and I cackled inwardly at the thought!
Taking the flap of material, I tore the crotch of the black cargo pants down. Fabric ripped through the dark. His thick cock pulsed under the boxers. I lifted my gaze, let him see the mischief in my eyes.
Large black holes in the mask stared back at me.
I plucked the boxers from his skin and, without looking, made a long cut.
Hedidn’t flinch. Brave man.
The moment the material peeled away, his cock sprang free, heavy and eager to play. I pulled another length of ribbon, looped it around the base of his shaft, and tied a pretty bow.
There—Santa was wrapped, ready to play with his naughty girl.
“Red suits you. So does surrender.” With those words, I bent over his cock. I meant to tease him with my tongue, but I was greedy, hungry for a taste.
My lips slid over his crown while I grasped his erection in one hand. As much as I wanted to take his whole length in my mouth, there was no way I could swallow it all before I choked.
Cristiano’s groan of pleasure filled the room. He strained against the straps on his wrists, body curled tight.
Having this monster at my mercy was the biggest turn-on. My own orgasm threatened to release as the inner muscles of my core coiled. If I rubbed my thighs, if I lay flat and brushed my clit against his leg, it would have come right then and there.
I stayed put, breathing carefully through my nose and focusing on him.
I sucked his cock deep, lathing my tongue against his smooth, velvety shaft.
“Ma che cazzo fai?!” Cristiano rasped.
The filthy string of Italian was rough and sultry on my ears. It sent a shiver down my spine. I palmed his balls, feeling how tight they were. So ready for me. For a moment, I considered letting him explode down my throat.
But that wasn’t how I was playing tonight.
My captive would have no mercy.
I pulled my mouth free, flicking my tongue against his tip as I gazed up at him.
The monster let out a desperate sound, part breath, part bellow.
“What? You don’t want me to stop?” I grinned. “I don’t hear you begging, monster.”
“Monsters don’t beg,” Cristiano ground out.
With a laugh, I pushed to my feet. “Then I’ll have to try harder.”
The monster snarled, yanking hard at his restraints. I almost wished he would break free, but I wasn’t sure I would survive that.
I slid the zipper of my hoodie down and pulled the long sleeves off my arms. Reaching for my cotton shorts, I shimmied them off my waist. The red, satin night gown that had been bunched underneath slid down my body. I shook it out as I plucked the claw clip from my hair and gave it a fluff.
Kneeling, I tugged his pants farther down his thighs before rising to pepper kisses along his shoulder.
“When I get my hands on you…” he promised, leaving the rest unspoken.
“I know,” I whispered. “I can’t wait.”
I straddled his lap again. Between us, his cock bobbed, long and stiff. The small red bow shivered at the base. I reached for him, gliding his tip through my pussy, and braced my other hand on the wall of the counter beside his head. I would have held his shoulder, but I didn’t know what parts of him hurt, and I already felt bad enough tying the wounded fighter up.
