Page 15 of Slaying for Santa

With slightly parted lips, a slow, sinister smile spreads them wide.

“Are you a filthy whore, Belladonna?”

“Only for those who deserve it, Kitty Kat.”

He growls at the name I call him, but, fuck it, he deserved that dig after calling me Belladonna.

“You’re meant to call me Santa,” he snaps, and like the brat I am, I roll my eyes.

“I’d call you Santa every fucking time if you deserved it. But you’re being a shit-cunt, calling me the very thing you know hurts.”

His eyes narrow. “I thought you liked pain.”

“Notthatpain.”

For a long moment, he stares into my eyes, his blue orbs dancing between mine like he’s trying to see the depravity behind them.

“No. I guess that’s not the sort of pain we should share,” he rasps, his fist gripping my hair painfully tight as he reaches around with his free hand and unclips my bra.

The moment my tits spill free, he lets up on his grip, shifting back to get a good ganda at my rack, and I keep my eyes trained on his, so I don’t miss the surprise when it happens.

Ohhh, there it is.

“Nipple piercings.” He groans. “Fuck, Bell. I should’ve known.”

“If you make me pass out from choking me on your cock,I might let you hook a battery up to them and give me a little zap.”

His eyes flare as they lock back with mine. “You’re into erotic electrostimulation?”

This time it’s my brows that shoot up in surprise. “You know what that is? Not many do.”

His grin reappears. “Fuck, I hope my sister doesn’t come home for days. The things I want to do to you…”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Yes, to what?” he rasps, leaning in close. So close I can feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips.

“Yes, to anything you want to do.”

“Fuck,” he rushes out, and a second later, his lips are on mine.

I melt into him, letting his tongue sweep into my mouth as I try to keep up, not used to kissing anyone.

Shit. Suddenly, I feel out of my depth.

You can string me up like a pig. Whip me like a slave. Fuck me with weird objects. But kiss me… hell, I don’t even know how to do that confidently.

It takes me a few beats to relax as he slows the kiss, like he can feel my uneasiness, and he slowly grazes his tongue with mine a few times before I feel game enough to delve mine into his mouth.

When I do, I feel his moan vibrate in his chest more than I can hear it. So I do it again, and his fingers dig into my hips before he breaks the kiss.

“Fuck, Bell,” he pants, licking his lips as I do the same. “We’ll talk about that kiss later, but right now, I need you to get on your fucking knees.”

My eyes flare at his demand, and with our gazes locked, I drop to my knees before him.

“You look so fucking good down there. Kneeling for me like you’re begging for my cock.”

“I don’t beg,” I murmur before reaching out and tugging on the red fabric of his pants, revealing more of that delicious V on his lower abdomen. “But I will choke for you.”