Page 33 of Stealing His Christmas Present

Chapter 12

I WENT DOWN ON MY KNEESin front of Pablo as he unzipped his pants. Maybe I should bite him and run.

“Don’t try to bite me,” he said as if he could read my mind.

His fingers curled around his gun as he pulled it out of the holster.

“It’s just insurance.” His lips spread into a smile. “Have you changed your mind?”

Maybe I was crazy, but I didn’t want to back out now.

Giving him a blowjob wasn’t going to be the worst thing ever, even if I’d never done it before.

But if I got my clothes back and I could go upstairs, I could figure out how to escape. Or, if Pablo liked what I did to him, he’d be more open to other things, like talking to me about what he really wanted and why I was here.

And maybe, just maybe, Lea wanted to know if she’d figured out the whole blowjob thing right. Back in Spain, I’d totally wanted to try out things with Pablo because I’d believed it was my only chance.

I’d done some serious research, but we’d never gotten that far because I’d found out he was a gang member who’d come to spy on my sister and me.

Instead of answering, I tugged at his underwear. His thick length sprang out, and my eyes widened a little.

He was bigger than I’d expected and seemed to get even harder in my hand.

I traced my fingers up and down, and then I took him into my mouth. My eyes met his as I rolled my tongue over his tip.

He groaned as I trailed my tongue over him. His fingers wound in my hair, and he pushed his hips forward.

I struggled to take him all in as he glided in and out of my mouth.

His gaze was still on mine as he slammed himself all the way to the back of my throat, making me gasp for breath.

When he spilled himself all over my tongue, the anger and darkness in his eyes briefly dissipated, giving me a tiny glimpse of the old Pablo.

Or maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see.

I was warm all over too, and a part of me wished Pablo would return the favor in kind.

But that was a crazy thought. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy this, was I?

Pablo was clearly satisfied, which strangely made me somewhat... proud.

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I’D EXPECTED PABLOwould give me a sexy, revealing dress or something like that so he could see as much of my body as possible, especially since he seemed to enjoy the view, but he’d given me a dark green sweater, a pair of black pants, and black sneakers.

I wasn’t going to complain about it. But what did it mean? Had he already grown tired of me? Had I gotten it all wrong, and he’d thought I’d given him a terrible blowjob?

He had to have more experience with sex than me, so maybe it had just been average.

Maybe.

Why was I even worrying about that?

“Come,” he said, waving me over.

I followed him upstairs. Once I passed through the door, I shivered. It was colder up here than I remembered.

Why was that? Was the heating system broken?

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