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Rather than giving me time to recover, he roughly pulls me over to the spot where Caspian died. “Squat down,” he orders, and I do. We both watch between my legs as juices leak out of my pussy and onto the cold floor. “That’s so fucking hot,” he rasps.

“This place is ours now,” I say, a wicked grin splitting my lips as I reach down, smearing the liquid over the floor.

Nick takes my hand and pulls me flush against him. “I love you so fucking much,” he growls against my lips.

“Forevermore,” I vow. “I’ll love you forevermore, Nicklas Knight.”

Chapter 36

The Santa

I’m standing in the middle of the penthouse, the soft glow of Christmas lights painting Carolina’s face with a golden hue. It’s a rare sight—her guard down, breathing slow and easy as snowflakes dance beyond the windowpane. Our world, filled with danger and demands, fades away. Right now, it’s just us and the silent whisper of our shared solitude.

This is exactly what I wanted to achieve when I arranged for the tree and the decorations to be done while she was sleeping.What can I say, like my namesake Saint Nick, I had my elf do all the heavy lifting.

Totally worth it.

“Merry Christmas, Carolina,” I rasp, brushing fabric and hair out of the way so I can kiss her bare shoulder.

My hellcat looks amazing as she stands in front of the Christmas tree, wearing a silky, deep red robe that clings to her curves, barely tied at the waist. The fabric flows around her like liquid, highlighting every movement, every step whispering against the floor.

Underneath, I catch glimpses of matching lace—a delicate bralette and matching shorts that tease more than they reveal. It’s sexy, effortlessly so, but there’s a comfort to it too, a casual confidence that only she can pull off.

“Nick, it’s beautiful,” she says, her voice a tender melody wrapped in the crackling fire’s warmth. “Did you do all this last night?”

I throw my head back and laugh. “No, my elves did.” Her answering laugh makes my heart skip a beat. “Time for presents,” I announce.

Her eyes sparkle with a childlike curiosity that tugs at something deep inside me. I retrieve the small box from under the tree—a tree I had adorned with crimson and gold baubles.

“You didn’t have to—”

“Open it.” My voice comes out rougher than I intend, but anticipation coils in my gut.

She takes the box, fingers trembling slightly, betraying the bravado she wears like armor. The lid comes off, and her gasp fills the room. Inside lies a delicate necklace, the pendant a miniature snowflake wrought from diamonds and dark metal. Inside is a picture of a smiling Willow and the sister that loved her more than her own life.

“Nick…” My name quivers in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. “It’s perfect.”

“Put it on,” I command softly, stepping closer to clasp it around her neck. The cool metal rests against her warm skin. Her breath hitches, and I feel the tremor run through her body as my fingers brush her nape.

“Thank you,” she whispers, eyes glistening. “It’s really perfect.”

“Only the best for my goddess.” The words slip out before I can stop them, but they’re true. I’ve given her a kingdom of shadows, and now I crown her sovereign of our dark domain.

“Nicklas Knight, you are full of surprises.” Her laugh is a melody that dances with the flickering firelight.

The warmth from the fireplace licks at my skin, but it’s nothing compared to the heat that flares within me as Carolina reaches for two inconspicuous boxes wrapped in red and gold. Her hands, delicate yet capable, pass them to me with a shy smile that belies the audacity of her actions this past month.

“Your turn,” she says, her voice a sultry whisper carrying the weight of secrets. Come to think of it, she’s used that tone ever since her shower yesterday morning.

I take the first gift, the size and heft not revealing much. The paper crinkles under my fingers as I peel it away, anticipation coiling in my gut. It’s not like me to be nervous—Knight men don’t do nerves—but with Carolina, everything is different.

The lid pops off, and there… “Is that lube?” I ask on a choked laugh.

She nods proudly. “Yep.”

I playfully waggle my eyebrows. “So I’m getting your ass for Christmas, is that it?”

Still beaming, she hands me the other box. “Open this one.”

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