Page 21 of Slaying for Santa

She props herself up on her elbows. “Well… we’re here to fuck, not talk.”

“So, you don’t ever talk to the guys you fuck?” I ask, and she scrunches her nose.

“God no. That would be weird.”

“Why the fuck would it be weird?” I snap, and she gives me that familiar deadpan expression she does so well.

“Kit, I don’t know what planet you come from, but in my world, I’m the girl guys want to fuck, not the girl guys want tokeep. No conversation is needed. We each get what we want and move on. Don’t make it weird.”

For a long moment, I can’t even fucking speak. Not because I’m feeling any sort of rejection by her wanting to fuck and flee, but by how fucking sad her words are.

She’s the girl they want to fuck, but don’t want to keep… is she seriously okay with that?

“What fuckheads do you let near this body, Bell? Because anyone who only wants a slice and then fucks off needs their fucking balls removed from their body.”

Her lips quirk. “That’s a bit violent.”

“I’m a sadist, so it’s not violent to me.”

Her smile falls as she speaks quietly. “You really are a sadist, aren’t you?”

My eyes drop to her tits as I shrug. “I had my suspicions.”

She sits up abruptly. “Did I just help you have your awakening?”

“Shut up.” I scoff, biting back my smirk, and fuck, her lips spread into a satisfied smile.

Shit, she has so many smiles for me today.

“Well, I’m a masochist, so this works.” She points between us, and fuck, my heart starts to race.

I fucking know she’s referring to sex, but I can’t deny to myself that I want her to mean more than that.

I guess the obsession never died.

“You ever suffocated anyone by riding their face?” I ask out of the blue, and her brows shoot high as she slowly nods.

Fuck… could it be possible that she’d be into all the things I am?

“How about piss play?” I ask. “You into that?”

“If the piss doesn’t taste like ass, then yeah.” She shrugs nonchalantly.

“Back door?” I push for more, and she nods.

“Absolutely. You?”

Fuck. She’s good. Not the least bit embarrassed about this conversation.

“I’d rather not be pegged.” I shrug. “But I don’t mind a chunky butt plug.”

She smirks. “Noted. I don’t mind my arse getting wrecked occasionally. Just give me a heads up so I can douche first. Otherwise, it’ll get messy.”

My fucking heart flips in my chest.

“I told you…” I smirk. “I like messy.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, considerthatsort of mess a hard limit for me… if we can help it.”