Page 7 of Silent Night Sins
“You should’ve known I’d find you,” he whispered. “I always did.”
I screamed and tried to run.
A gloved hand snaked out, and he easily caught me. “Scream as loud as you want, angel. The snow will swallow the sound.”
Jerking hard to the right, I struggled to reach the door. The thief swept a leg out, catching both of mine. The room tilted. I almost crashed onto the rug, but at the last second, he twisted and took the brunt of the impact. With a groan, he rolled, putting me on my back, and pinned me to the ground. Those long, thick legs looped over mine. I couldn’t move.
To make matters worse, I wasn’t half as scared as I should be.
“Let me go!” I shouted. “Youmonster!”
His hot breath fanned against my ear, and my body responded with a shiver. “Since it’s Christmas time, I’ll grant you one wish. Tell me to leave. Or let me…stay.”
The implication behind stay swept through me. This was it. Did he really mean it? No…maybe?
I pressed my whole body discreetly into his hard mass, and sure enough, he had a nice, hard package tucked away.
Holy shit. A package…for me.
He was into this. If that was sick and demented, to want a woman whose house he’d broken into, well, I was into it too. This scenario was close enough to the ones I’d mapped out in my journals, all of them variations of this fantasy. Usually, the descriptions involved a castle in a far-far away land and an enemies-to-lovers situation. The monster, shadow daddy, or fae warrior would sneak into the castle and capture the king’s daughter. While I was no princess, and this was clearly a man, I would take whatever I could get.
“What would you do if you stayed?” I breathed. This needed to be crystal clear. I couldn’t make assumptions that he was into the same dark scenarios as I was. Consent was key, and I needed his.
“It’s cold outside,” he confessed. “And warm in here.”
So simple. “And if I tell you to go, you’ll leave?”
He nodded. “I might have to tie you up in a way that gives me a head start.”
My legs clenched together at the thought of being tied. It was instinctive. I couldn’t help myself.
With a dark, dangerous chuckle, he brought the candle close between us. There was no missing the mischief dancing through his eyes. “Do you like the thought of being tied up?”
I shivered. There was no way I was admitting I’d never been but was dying to try it. Nice, blue-blood Boston girls didn’t say things like that. Not that I was actually one of those, either.
He drew the glowing tip of the taper over my tank top, skimming over my breasts. “You can’t lie to me, angel.”
“Screw you,” I spat. He thought he could read me so easily. “Maybe you should leave. Go back to the cold. Leave me in peace.”
“No, I don’t think I’ll do that,” he laughed. The sound was a dangerous melody in the dark.
I gasped. Air caught in my throat. “You said you’d leave if I decided.”
“Your mouth is saying one thing, your eyes and body another.” He swirled the faux flame around my nipple, shooting bolts of anticipation through me. “You look like a gift begging to be unwrapped.”
It was too late to make the smart choice.
This man radiated sex. His voice sounded hot—rough and wicked. Damn me, but I wanted him.
It was ten times better than any fantasy, and I was fired up, ready to play.
But I wasn’t going to go easy on him. I struggled, bucking and twisting.
The thief plucked my tank top strap and released it with a snap. A jolt of heat shivered through me. “Don’t worry, there’s still time to show me how nice you can be.”
Reaching out, he picked the candle off the ground where it had fallen. It was one of the decorations I ordered, a set of tapers to glow in the windows to cast an inviting light over the empty rooms downstairs. If I’d have known they would invite the monsters to come inside, I would never have ordered them!
Liar….
