Page 28 of Bought By Santa

It feels like hours pass before Marco tells his guy to go home, and then he comes over to me. His deep frown lines tell me I won’t like whatever he just found out.

“Spit it out,” I snarl.

Shaking his head, he clasps both of my shoulders. “No.”

“No?” I echo.

“I want you to do two things for me, boss.”

Snorting, I look at him. His expression is grave, which tells me more than any words could. Marco isn’t messing around. “What do you want me to do?” I ask, forcing myself to chill the fuck out.

“Watch the security camera that’s monitoring your bedroom, and when you’re done—”

“Marco!” I shout, not in the mood for his games.

“And when you’re done, remember you’re the one who told the kid never to take his eyes off the girl.”

As I stand there, opening and closing my mouth like a damn idiot, Marco turns on his heel and disappears. Well, fuck! I run a tattooed hand through my dark hair, willing myself to go to the bedroom instead of following him.

I tread softly on the floor, the door creaking open just enough for me to slip inside. The moonlight spills over Carolina’s form. Her blonde hair a halo against the dark pillowcase. For an instant, the sight of her, so vulnerable and serene, nearly siphons away the day’s violence.Nearly.

Although I want to wake her up and make her suck me off again, I leave her to sleep and head into the adjoining bathroom. Closing the door, I switch on the light. I begin to undress, knowing I need a shower before climbing into bed. The blood on my clothes and hands isn’t mine, and I won’t let anyone else touch her.

The quiet clink of my cufflinks as I toss them onto the marble countertop on the sink echoes loudly in the otherwise silent room. Once I’m naked and have kicked my bloody clothes into the corner, I step into the shower and clean myself off.

Thoughts about when I had Carolina on her knees make my cock perk up, and I’m tempted to whack off. But no. She has to be nearing the end of her cycle, so I need to save all my cum for my hellcat.

Finished with my shower, I dry off and I walk over to the mirror. I run my hand along my jaw, the scruff there isn’t out ofcontrol yet, so I decide to leave the shaving for another couple of days. I reach for my toothbrush, and that’s when I feel it—the stickiness coating the white plastic handle.

I bring it up to my nose and inhale deeply. Her scent envelops me; it’s sweet and… “Ohh, you naughty kitten,” I growl as soon as I realize it’s her arousal I can smell.

Even while she was bleeding, I could smell her desire through the coppery scent of her blood. Knowing it’s on my toothbrush feels like a live wire snapping against my skin, igniting a surge of desire.

Remembering the guy that looked like he was about to be violently sick by the mere thought of telling me what he saw, I retrieve my phone from my suit pants, and pull up the security feed from the bedroom. It doesn’t take long to find what I need, and my cock pulses as I watch my hellcat masturbate with my toothbrush.

So. Fucking. Hot.

With another growl, I pick up the handle and throw the bathroom door open, uncaring about the sound. Carolina jerks up in the bed, her head darting left and right as she searches for the sound.

“Nicklas,” she breathes as her gaze lands on mine.

I stride over to the bed, propping one knee up on the mattress as I reach for her. My large, tattooed hand closes around her delicate chin and I tilt her head so she has to look up at me. “Got something you want to tell me?” I rasp.

Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t say anything until I show her the stained plastic handle. “I-I…” She clamps her lips together and looks off to the side.

I lean down, close enough to feel her breath ghosting across my lips. “Carolina,” I coax, my voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with authority. “You better fucking answer me.”

She sighs. “I didn’t want to disappoint you again,” she whispers softly.

My mind drifts back to the video, and I mentally curse myself for watching it without sound. “Disappoint me?” I question, arching an eyebrow. “How so?”

Despite the darkness, I notice the flush creeping along her cheeks. “You said I was fake,” she admits. “So I… ahh.” She pauses and licks her lips. “I didn’t want you to call off our arrangement.”

I’m stunned silent, my hand falling from her face. What the hell? I know I’ve been a dick, keeping my distance after I forced her to suck my cock. But I never said anything about canceling our agreement.

“So you, what?” I rasp, needing her to tell me what went through her pretty head.

The video plays on a loop in my mind’s eye, and I remember the look of frustration, bordering on anger at times, that crossed her face more than once. It made her look like she was concentrating hard and didn’t get the outcome she wanted.

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