Page 7 of Once Upon a Frosty Winter

“I never said I was serious, love.” He walks over to me,and I see a light dusting of chest hair and a happy trail disappearing beneath his slacks. “You’re wet, aren’t you? Squirming there like a worm on a hook.”

“The only worm here isyou.” He’s correct, but I’d cut my tongue out before admitting it.

“You and I both know you’ve got a river flowing. I would love to drink from that, but I have somewhere I have to be. You’ve wasted all our time.”

“Excuse me?”

He gives me a chaste kiss on the lips and then turns around. “You never did tell me your name.”

“Get over here! Untie me!”

“What’s your name?”

“Untie me.”

“You’re very stubborn. I bet one has to really put their back into it to get an orgasm from you. Or do you give those freely? I’m sure you’re a sweet lover.”

I’m losing my patience. If he doesn’t untie me in five seconds…

“Name, and I’ll untie you,” he repeats.

“Untie. Me.”

“No.” He walks over, and this time his lips claim mine, silencing any complaint or scream I might’ve had.

God, it feels good to be kissed like the most important person in the world. His tongue caresses mine, tasting of mint and sin. A moan of pleasure escapes me, but he captures it. I melt. I actually melt. I’m grateful for his arms embracing me and being tied up in Christmas lights, because this kiss has me weak in the knees.

My lips feel swollen as he pulls away. I immediately miss the heat from his body. “No,” he taunts. He pulls his arms through his shirt sleeves and then throws on his jacket. “Let this be a lesson in being stubborn, Hilda.”

“You sorry… You knew and you… Get back here you… you… pain in the ass!” I’m mortified. He tied me to my own tree using my own lights, felt me up, and now he’s going toleave me here. I allowed him to do this to me. I let my guard down. And he knew my name the whole time.

He turns around. “The next time we’re alone, I’m tasting your pussy. And if you’re a good girl, we’ll do even more.”

At this, I laugh. I’ve never met such an arrogant prick. “Fuck you.”

“You will. Don’t worry, you will.”

ChapterFour

Frost

Eira has been vibrating my phone nonstop. She’s waiting for me in the house, and hopefully with good news. Maybe this stepmother of hers listened to reason and handed over the orchard. Get this settled and then I can get back to pursuing Hilda Queen. She didn’t confess her name. She wouldn’t say it, simply out of spite.What a woman.I’m eager to sink deep into her and have her coming apart beneath my touch.

That woman is what dreams are made of, with her ebony hair, sparkling green eyes, and curves that would make a sculptor wet. And she knows it. Her confidence is intriguing. No doubt the woman is vain, but there’s a tenderness lurking beneath her hard exterior. I’d love to learn more about how she got her reputation, and if she’d be interested in me aiding in starting some new rumors. Possibly assist in any wicked activities she might need help with.

I push the little button through the thin slip as I climb the steps to the front of the mansion. My dick has finally simmered down, but my pulse is anything but calm. I’m eager to close this deal and see this stepmother who has sweet Eira growing horns. Then when the ink has dried, I’ll go find Hilda and finish what we started.

The large door opens, and Eira steps out. She’s wearing a long yellow skirt with a blue T-shirt tucked in. A giant red leather belt, red flats, and a thick red headband accent her girl-next-door look. “Jax! Took you long enough.”

“Did you miss me?”

She crosses her delicate arms and gives me a mock scolding. “Don’t flirt with me, Mr. Frost. I’m too smart to fall for your charm. You’re as coldhearted as they come.”

I reach the top of the steps and give her a peck on the cheek. “You adore me.”

She would be on her back with a snap of my fingers if I wanted. Eira is the definition of beauty, but she’s too young. It wouldn’t be taboo for us to be together. But Eira is still too immature for me. Too sweet. Not my taste.

“I do,” she confesses.Knew it.

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