Page 38 of Silent Night Sins
Grabbing her waist, I sat back on my heels and drug her body over my lap. She put up a fight. Her struggles were no match for my strength. I rubbed my palm over her ass, torn between peeling off the jeans and giving her a spanking.
“You’ve been a bad girl this year,” I growled.
“I have not!”
The jeans could wait. I delivered a stinging swat against the gorgeous curve of flesh.
Nicky let out a howl. Her body stiffened.
“I think…” I rubbed her smarting cheek. “That youlikebeing bad.”
“I do not—” She cried out again as I spanked her other cheek.
I paused only long enough to massage the area before delivering quick, precise spankings to both sides of her ass. Her body twisted against my lap. It was pure torment, right on my aching dick.
Flipping her onto her back, I pinned her legs to the ground. “You have icing on your shirt,” I mused, gripping the hem. “Where else might you have some? Hmm?”
I tugged the tee off her body.
“Not there,” she fumed.
My hungry gaze swept over her bare skin. She was right. Her lacy, icy blue bra was free of sugar.
“I’d better check.” I snapped the straps and reached to unhook the back. Her breasts tumbled free, nipples hard and tight against the air. “Pity, it looks like you’re clean…but we can change that.”
I held up the piping bag.
“No!” But her eyes screamed something else. “Don’t you dare!”
I slid my hand over her torso, cupped her breast, and gave it a rough squeeze. “What if I fucked these?”
Nicky gasped.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, angel.” I moved to squeeze the other, holding the piping bag over her in a silent threat. “You’d get so fucking wet seeing my dick slide between these frosted mounds.”
She struggled hard, straining and pushing against me with all her might. I unzipped my pants, ready to lean over her and deliver on the dark promise.
So invested in the wicked delight, I didn’t see her fingers wrap around the bag of bows until it was too late. She launched them at me. I ducked, even though I knew they were harmless. It was an instinctual reaction.
Nicky seized the moment to scramble away, tearing through the living room. I launched to my feet, diving for her legs. She stumbled, kicked out of my hold, and managed to tumble into the dining room before I caught her.
Plunged in shadows, where the jolly lights of the tree couldn’t reach us, I snatched my prey. My fingers snared her wrist, jerking her back. Her body came flush with mine. I wrapped my arms around her. My palm cupped her ass, and I squeezed the delicious flesh hard. Nicky let out a short squeak as my erection pressed into the soft plane of her belly.
Wrapping my hands in her hair, I tugged her head back. Exposed her throat. I licked the length of her pulse, marking and claiming her frantic heartbeat.
“When are you going to stop running?” I growled. “I’m faster and stronger. And I will always catch you, my beautiful angel.”
Nicky pushed against me. “Never! Angels don’t bow to monsters.”
Truer words had never been spoken.
But I wouldn’t be a good predator if I admitted to my prey that she was right.
I flicked the button of her jeans, ripped the zipper open, and tugged the jeans off her struggling form. She nearly escaped me again.
We tumbled to the floor in a writhing tangle of limbs. I managed to yank the jeans free of her ankles, wrapping my arm around her waist to hold her as I flicked each fluffy sock from her feet.
That pale blue strip between her legs…cazzo! It was too pretty, but it needed to go. I snapped it, tearing the material from her.
