Page 41 of Silent Night Sins
Nicky bit my shoulder, breathing hard. “Please, Tino, I need it.”
“Look at you, sobbing for your thief’s cock,” I grunted. “Alright, angel. I’ll give you your present.”
I shifted and slid a hand between us. I barely touched her clit before she exploded with a scream. Her pussy convulsed, cinching on my dick, and tearing my own release from me. The hot ropes of seed shot straight from my balls, filling and stuffing her. I let out a strangled groan, barely having the strength to continue pumping into her. When she milked every last drop, I sagged onto her.
Spent.
Finished.
And promising with every fiber of my being that she belonged to me.
If she believed, or even understood the unspoken vow, I couldn’t tell. But there was plenty of time to show her just how desperately I belonged to her. From one Christmas Eve to the next, and the decades after that.
Chapter 12 – Nicole
Cristiano cradled me as if I were the most precious thing on earth. I sighed contentedly under his weight, letting the evidence of our collision mark us a little longer. But there was no forgetting the sticky mess we’d created.
I brushed my fingers up his spine, and he tensed when my hand ran over the mask. It was torn at the eye opening from earlier when he’d used his mouth. And it wasn’t like we needed it now.
We both knew his secret.
But I let him pretend a little longer. Hope of more with him warred with the fear that he would dismiss us the moment the game ended.
I have to find out, one way or another.
“I think the shower is calling my name,” I whispered, not daring to speak any louder in the silent aftermath. “Want to join me?”
Cristiano nodded slowly. He pulled back, and a rush of hot liquid leaked from my legs. It was just as sticky as the frosting coating our bellies. I clapped my thighs together, cheeks flaming hotly.
“Don’t.” He gently tugged at my knees. “Don’t ever feel embarrassed about what we do, angel.”
It was another promise. He spoke of the future, as if it belonged to us. I clung to that dream, and with a nod, let my legs fall back open. He drew the tip of his finger around my entrance, studying the result of our newest holiday tradition.
I wasn’t on any kind of birth control. Irresponsible? Probably. While the chances of me, with my irregular cycles and scarred uterus tissue, made conception a slim possibility without intervention, I secretly loved the idea of starting a family with this monster. A house of our own, filled with black-haired, blue-eyed fiends waking us up to open presents—it was real enough to make me sob for joy.
Still, the right thing to do was give the guy a heads-up.
Thewords stuck in my throat, and I could think of a logical way to force them out.
In the silence that passed, Cristiano rose, shucked his pants, and reached out a hand. Gazing up at him in all that naked glory, with only the flimsy mask pretending to conceal his identity, I sighed happily.
Bigger conversations could wait a few more minutes.
I slid my hand in his, and moments later, we were standing in the shower. He pulled me to the side, testing the spray until he deemed it was warm.
I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck. “You can’t wash your hair with this thing on,” I teased gently.
Cristiano dropped his forehead against mine, tightening his arms around my waist. “Can I tell you a secret, angel?”
I probably already know it.“Of course.”
He hesitated. “I’m scared.”
That was not what I was expecting.
It made my own reluctance feel loads better.
I twisted in the water, swiping my palm over the remnants of frosting and washing the sugar down the drain. “Big, bad monsters who break into people’s houses looking for souls to steal aren’t supposed to be scared.”
