Page 17 of Wicked Winter Night
Our connection is broken when Liam’s jagged words cut through the air. “See, I told you she was a whore.” Ella stands, and I move to hit him again, but a soft hand wraps around my bicep, stopping me in my tracks.
“Let me,” Ella whispers, a devilish look on her face.
“Be my guest, little dove,” I coo, throwing my hands up and grinning.
She moves slowly, stalking him like a predator, circling him, and contemplating her next move.
“Sex with you was shit,” she spits. “You never seemed to know how to make a girl come. You have a tiny dick, and my god, I couldn’t wait for you to get off so I could finish the job myself.”
“You fucking cu—” he begins, but is cut off when Ella gives him a right hook to the stomach. He gasps, trying to suck in any air he can.
“You raped those girls, you disgusting piece of shit. You tried to rape ME!” She throws another right jab, this one landing on his groin. He hunches over as far as he can with his restraints, pain laced across his face.
“You’re a literal stain on this earth, and the world is better off without you. Those girls deserved justice. You should have been locked away, rotting in prison as someone’s bitch. Well, tonight,you’re my bitch.” She moves behind him, and I see her reach for a strand of lights on the floor. My cock is rock solid, anticipating what I know is coming next.
She leans in, her lips just barely centimeters from his ear, and whispers, “Rot in hell, scumbag.” Then, without hesitation, she wraps the lights around his neck, squeezing tight and dropping to the ground. Liam struggles against his restraints, attempting to break free to grab hold of the string around his neck, but he fails. His face turns red, and he gasps for air. Ella’s hold on him tightens, and he struggles for a few more seconds before his body goes limp. She releases her hold, her chest heaving as the adrenaline pumps through her body. She stands, walking around to stand before him and take in the sight of what she’s done.
She slowly backs up, the adrenaline in her body now starting to plummet as the realization of what she’s done kicks in. She collides with my chest, and I spin her around, lifting her chin to meet my gaze.
“Do not start regretting your decision, little dove. He was a vile man who deserved his ending. If it wasn’t by your hand, it would have been by mine. His life was over the second I found out about his crimes, solidified when I learned he put his hands on you.” Her brows pinch together, like she’s contemplating what I just said.
“Wait, you found out about his past before you even knew he was in the cabin?” she questions, connecting the dots.
“Yes,” I answer flatly.
“How?”
“It’s my job,” I tell her. “When I left the other morning, I called a colleague of mine. He ran a check on you, which led to Liam, which led to his past. Considering the fact that I take out pedophiles and rapists for a living, and with his proximity toyou, he was on my list. I just got lucky that he delivered himself to me instead of having to hunt him down.”
She stares in shock for a moment before responding, “You ran a check on me?!”
“Out of all the things I just said, that’s what bothers you most? My, my, maybe my little dove has a dark side in her after all. I’d have thought you’d have questioned what I do for a living.” I smirk, running the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. I pinch her bottom lip lightly between my thumb and index finger before I dive in, taking it between my teeth and biting down. Her body relaxes in my hold, and she snakes her hand softly up the back of my neck before grabbing it and pulling me in closer to her, intertwining her tongue with mine.
I grab underneath her ass and lift her up, her legs wrapping around me, and I walk her over to the dining room table. When I set her down, I remove her shirt and tell her to lie down. I bend her legs, setting her feet flat on the edge.
“Don’t move,” I demand, and I pull her shorts and panties down in one swift motion. Leaning down toward her center, I inhale, relishing in her scent. I spread her legs wider, her pussy on full display before me.
“Thank you for blessing me with this Christmas meal,” I purr, diving in. I drag my tongue from her entrance to her clit, circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hips lightly buck up into me, silently begging me for more. I oblige, dipping my tongue lower into her entrance. She lets out a loud moan, and my dick twitches. I let out my own moan, it vibrating against her pussy, which only makes her hips buck more. I take my fingers, swirling them around in her wetness before shoving them inside and curling them.
“Ohhh, fuuuckkk yessss, Luke,” she moans, and hearing her moan my name for the first time rather than the fake one I gave her does something to me. I begin to thrust my hand, my mouthstill suctioned to her clit. She begins matching my pace, moving her hips to meet my fingers. I can feel the sensitive bundle of nerves inside beginning to swell, and I keep my fingers locked on that spot, applying more pressure to her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck, Luke. I’m gonna come. Don’t fucking stop, please don’t stop,” she begs.
“Hmmmm,” I rumble. “I love hearing you beg for me.”
I maintain my pace, flicking my tongue across her clit, rubbing up on the spot I know is making her come undone, and after a few more thrusts, she shatters around my fingers, her cum coating my hand.
“Oh my fuck, I’ve never been able to come from that before,” she says, panting. I smile, the satisfaction overwhelming my senses.
“I’m not done with you yet, baby,” I growl, and I move over to the strings of lights lying behind Liam’s lifeless body. Grabbing them, I make my way over to her. “Lie on your back, spread each arm toward a corner of the table,” I command, and she does as I say.
I get to work, tying each arm to the corresponding table legs with the lights she just killed a man with. That thought makes precum drip from the tip of my cock, and I’m aching to be inside her. Once she’s tied down by each arm, I connect the strings together, creating enough slack to plug them in. Multicolored lights illuminate the space, dancing off her skin. She’s stunning. The perfect Christmas gift.Myperfect Christmas gift.
I remove my clothes and climb on top of the table, positioning myself between her legs before I hover over her body. I trace the curves of her breast with my hands and bend down, taking her nipple between my teeth before biting. Her body jerks, but she lets out a soft whimper, and I stick my hand between her thighs, feeling how wet she is.
“Mmm, my little dove likes a little pain, does she?” I tease before repeating the action on the other nipple. I bring my face to her neck, teasing her with light bites while rubbing her clit. She is absolutely soaked for me, and my cock aches to feel her pussy around me, so I line myself up with her entrance, and when I capture her mouth for a kiss, I thrust inside, swallowing the loud moan she lets out. I give her a few seconds to adjust before I pull out to the tip and slam my hips back into her.
“Fuck, baby. Tell me this pussy is mine. I need to hear you say it,” I moan.