Page 24 of Bought By Santa

“Relax,” I command, the word a low rumble in her ear. My touch is firm as I massage the lather into her skin, tracing the curve of her waist and up to the swell of her breasts.

She leans into me, her head tilting back, giving me access to the column of her throat. “Nicklas,” she moans.

Bending down, I lick the length of her neck. “Yes, Hellcat?” For good measure, I pinch her nipples, making her arch her back and push her ass against my hard cock. I spin her around to face me, my gaze devouring the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips.

My hands roam lower, and I reach between her thighs, finding the string of her tampon. Without hesitation, I pull it free and carelessly toss it into the corner. Her gasp is sharp, and her body tenses.

“W-we shouldn’t… I mean… I’m bleeding.” She bows her head like she’s feeling ashamed.

“Look at me,” I growl. When she doesn’t obey, I move a finger under her chin and force her to lift her head. “You’re mine, Carolina. I’ve bought the right to every inch of you, even your blood.”

There’s a flicker of something in her eyes—fear, excitement, need. It’s all there, mingling in the blue depths. But then she wordlessly melts against me as the blood mingles with the water, swirling down the drain.

My thumb brushes over her clit, eliciting a moan that vibrates through her body. It’s a sound that grips me, that makes me want to hear it again and again. “Don’t stop,” she moans as she runs her hands across my shoulders and down my chest to myabs. She caresses every groove, like she’s committing my body to memory.

I growl with approval as she reaches my cock, fisting the shaft. I don’t care that she can’t close her hand around my girth, her touch is all that matters.

While she slowly jerks me off, I slide two fingers into her wet heat. Knowing the wetness is caused by a mixture of her natural lubricant and blood makes me fucking feral.

“You like that?” she purrs, working her hand along my shaft with a deliberate slowness.

“Harder,” I rasp, thrusting into her hand. “Squeeze me harder.”

As I curl my fingers inside her, hitting her walls, I claim her lips in a hard kiss that’s filled with need. I suck her bottom lip between my teeth, biting the tender flesh as I’ve seen her do countless times. Our mouths move together with an urgency that’s both wild and inevitable.

I taste the sweetness of her lips, the heat of her tongue, and it’s everything I crave. As we kiss, our bodies press closer, the boundaries between us blurring until I’m not sure where I end and she begins.

My fingers piston in and out of her, and I make sure the heel of my hand presses against her swollen clit. “Purr for me, Hellcat,” I growl against her lips.

She throws her head back and moans loudly. “Oh, yeah. Right there.”

What the fuck kind of men has she been with in the past? If anyone buys that performance, I dare say they’ve never really felt what sexcanandshouldbe like. The moans coming from her are so fucking fake I can barely stand it. As is the way she bites her lip and looks up at me from beneath her lashes.

It’s all practiced, staged.

I still my hand. “Is that really what you think I want?” I taunt as I pull my fingers from her bloody cunt.

“What?” she volleys. “W-what did I do?”

Moving my hand to the nape of her neck, I squeeze until she whimpers in pain. “I don’t care what fucking limp-dicked shitheads you’ve spread your legs for in the past, Carolina. But when you’re with me, I never want you faking anything.”

Her eyes widen. “I wasn’t—”

Without warning, I shove my red fingers into her mouth, intending to shut her the fuck up before I lose my patience. She cries out and tries to get away from me, but I tighten my hold on the back of her neck, holding her in place.

“This thing between us is real,” I roar, angry she dares fake anything with me. “I am paying good money for your womb, Carolina. And I expect you to do your part.”

She gags as I ruthlessly shove my fingers down her throat. She garbles and moans, and I’m pretty sure she tells me to go fuck myself. Maybe I should fuck my hand. At least that would be real and not whatever she thinks she’s doing.

When tears stream down her cheeks, I pull my fingers out of her mouth and let her breathe again. “I-I’m sorry,” she sobs, her knees buckling.

I chuckle, darkly. “Are you?” I question, not believing her for one second.

She stares defiantly at me, and I raise a questioning eyebrow. “No,” she hisses, angrily swiping at her tears. Her tone makes it clear her sobs were as fake as her moans. “You’ve bought my vagina, but not my pleasure. That shit you have to earn.”

A sinister smile stretches across my lips. “Is that so, Hellcat?”

Fuck, she’s sexy when she’s angry and making demands.

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