Page 17 of Silent Night Sins
“Such a naughty little angel,” he growled and leaned into me.
He pinned me against the wall beside the tree, lights flickering over his jaw. His body brushed against mine, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his cock. It was iron and thick, and it twitched greedily as he leaned his weight into me.
I wriggled, and when I couldn’t move, I let out a scream of frustration.
“Naughty,naughtyangel.” He squeezed my throat. The feel of those fingers made my insides flip.
Capturing my wrists, one in each hand, he dragged me to the floor beside the tree. With complete ease, he transferred both wrists to a single hand and pinned them above my head as he kneeled over me.
“I watched you tonight,” he confessed.
I shivered. So, it wasn’t the tequila messing with my head. I should have listened to my body.
“I watched you wrap presents and pretend you weren’t waiting for me.” He palmed my breast, pinching the nipple with a vicious tweak.
I yelped. “Well! I didn’t get you anything!”
He laughed. “You sure about that?”
“Look, bud, I’ve been ordering nonstop from the internet. I think I would know if I grabbed a present for the man breaking and entering,” I seethed.
As I spewed venom in his direction, he’d pulled a red ribbon from his pocket. Straddling my body, he tied my wrists. The restraint was tight, but as I angled my head to look, I saw he’d made tidy loops to make it pretty.
The smile in his voice sounded like sin. “Every gift needs a bow.”
The devil! He didn’t want any presents. He wanted my surrender.
Well, the joke was on him; that wasn’t coming easily. I squirmed, nearly lurching from under his body when he rose slightly.
He only flipped me over. My breasts skimmed against the rug, but it was the flat of his hand landing across my ass that sent a bite of pleasure through me.
“Howdareyou!” I screamed.
“When you want to be on the nice list, let me know.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Never!”
Naughty list for life, if this was the reward.
His hand swatted my ass in quick, sharp succession. Each blow was a sweet sting of pain that made my pussy clench.
I didn’t lie there and take my punishment. I was deviously unrepentant. Even though he knelt on my back, I wriggled and bucked, protesting the only way I could.
Cristiano slid his hand between my legs, then pushed his touch under the cotton sleeper shorts. His predatory growl rumbled through the room.
“Cazzo, you’re so wet, angel.” His fingers brushed over my clit, and damn me, I lifted my hips to grant him better access. “Hot, and wet, and—” he pushed one finger inside me “—so fucking tight.”
“Let me go!” I gasped. “I’m no man’s present!”
“Aren’t you?” He sounded wickedly happy. “Look how easily I can unwrap you, angel.”
His fingers withdrew, and he tugged my tank top. The straps snapped against my skin with a delicious sting, then he pulled both top and bottoms down my body.
At this rate, I was going to need to buy more pajamas. Maybe some silky soft satin ones.
All thoughts of shopping fled when his hand cracked across my ass again. I stiffened and sucked in a sharp breath. Cristiano rubbed the smarting skin, massaging the flesh.
“You look so pretty, your skin red from my handprint.” He dipped his fingers back between my legs. “Should I fuck you now, angel?”
