Page 8 of Unholy Night

“Hold on to the headboard, pretty girl. I’m about to fuck you within an inch of your life.”

My mouth goes dry at the delicious threat. “Yes. Do that.”

How he finds the will to laugh while he drives inside me like a rabid fucking animal is beyond me. But he gives me what I ask for.

Gripping my hips painfully, he slams into me, my entire body shifting forward. His chest comes down on my back, his large hands grabbing the headboard above mine. He uses it as leverage to punish my body, taking what belongs to him.

He lifts himself up, pulling me with him where our bodies are flush. The scarf is pulled off my head and I blink rapidly, trying to get my eyes to focus. He fists my hair, turning my head and our lips collide.

I could sneak a peek at him, but I’m lost in the taste of his mouth, the demanding strokes of his tongue. His hand wraps around my throat, squeezing just enough, a tingle a fear slithers down my spine.

“You’re mine. To fuck. To protect. To love.” He growls and my heart stops.

This has to be a fucking dream.

My lower belly coils tightly and my legs begin to shake.

“That’s right, Bells. Give yourself to me. Come.”

My body shatters into a million pieces, and I have a fleeting thought I’ll never be whole again without him piecing me back together.

The hand around my throat tightens and I whimper as his strokes become erratic. His teeth sink into my neck again, matching the bite on the other side. My body melts against him as he wraps his free arm around my waist, rutting inside me as he fills me with his cum.

We stay like this for a while before he slowly sinks to the bed, taking me with him. He rolls me onto my side, and I gasp.

He’s the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen and it’s still true to this day.

His lopsided grin makes my stomach flutter, and I smile.

He lifts his hand to my cheek, brushing his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Bells.”

“Cole.” I whisper.

“So radiant after being thoroughly fucked by your husband.”

“You’re always thorough.” I smirk, trailing my fingers down his torso. Glancing down, I see he’s still hard and I bite my bottom lip.

“If you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to get fucked like my dirty little slut again.” His hand goes to my throat, his long fingers applying pressure to the sides of my neck.

“Yes, please.”

He grins, rolling me onto my back, sinking inside me once again. “My greedy girl.” He groans, trailing his tongue across my bottom lip before nipping it. “Better than last Christmas?”

I moan, arching into him. “Fuck yes. You’re an irresistible stalker.”

“Were you scared?”

“Yes.”

His fingers flex around my throat. “Good. Now, squeeze my cock with your tight cunt and give me that mouth.”

Merry Christmas to me.