Page 9 of Silent Night Sins
I knew.
And I couldn’t bring myself to feel embarrassed.
But there was something wrong with this picture. With the knife, I reached down, clenching the fabric of my lacy bikini briefs, and with a tug, ripped it.
The thief only chuckled. The sound sent another rush of liquid heat between my legs. “So eager, little one.”
I scowled and tipped the blade in his direction. “You told me to play nice. How about you do the same?”
“Fuck, angel, where have you been all these years?” he muttered under his breath, probably not meant for me to hear.
This time, when I tried to spread my legs, he let me. With a twist of his wrist, the candle sank deep inside me. My back arched, and a strangled moan gurgled up my throat.
The fear of the unknown only heightened the pleasure.
Cristiano stroked my insides. The motion was painfully slow, a torturous tease. The sensation built in my core as the inner muscles clenched with each thrust of the hard plastic.
“Fuck, Thief,” I groaned, digging my nails into the carpet. The knife was still within reach, but I didn’t feel like I needed it any longer.
“You like this, my dirty little angel?” His voice was a harsh rasp. “You like being fucked by a thief in the night?”
Screw it. Why start lying now? “Yes,” I breathed. “More. I need…more.”
“Your wish is my command,” he growled.
Lowering himself, he wedged his large body between my legs. Those big hands clamped on my thighs, pushing them open. Then, as he resumed torturing me with the Christmas decoration, his mouth hovered over my throbbing pussy.
Cristiano hummed, greedily staring at me. The thrust of the candle illuminated his dark features for a second before plunging his visage back into darkness. He moved, and the next pass showed the mask pushed up over his nose.
There was only a split second to admire the sharp cut of his jaw, the beautifully cruel twist of his mouth, before the candle plunged back into me.
Dying of anticipation, I was close to coming just from the way he focused on me. His mouth inches away!
He leaned forward and inhaled deeply. “Fuck, angel, that’s divine.”
It was primal. The normal, straight-laced, vanilla me would have expired from embarrassment. But I was too turned on to care.
“If you decide to call the police and have me arrested, I’ll go to prison the happiest man alive, because you let me have a taste,” he growled.
And then his mouth was on me.
A sane person wouldn’t let this happen. It was obvious at this point that I didn’t belong to that category.
But who would want to be sane? His tongue flattened against my clit, stroking with long, languid licks.
“Please….” What was his name? Kris? No.Oh, right.“Please, Cristiano,” I pleaded, though at this point, I wasn’t sure for what.
The thief cursed. “Fuck, angel. I don’t know what’s prettier, you begging or my name like a prayer on your lips.”
I would say whatever this man wanted if he only gave me the release he was teasing me with. My heartbeat roared in my ears. I was reduced to a panting, writhing mess of sensation. The moment I tipped my hips, grinding my pussy against his mouth, he rewarded me with a nip of his teeth. The bite of pain sent my body to a new height. Yes, he promised pain if I asked.
Between his sucking and licking and the relentless thrust of the candle, I felt the release coil tightly inside.
“Please,” I cried. “I’m so close.”
“So, fucking come for me, angel,” he growled and sucked my clit between his teeth.
The raw sensation was too much. Stars burst behind my eyelids, brighter than the lights strung over the tree downstairs.
