Page 30 of Bought By Santa

When she bucks, I move my hand to her pubic bone and hold her down while I mercilessly fuck her harder with my finger until she screams my name in ecstasy. Wetness leaks from her core, making it impossible to keep my desire for her at bay.

Without a word, I pull my fingers from her core and line my cock up against her swollen folds. “Ready or not,” I growl as I thrust into her. “Here I fucking come.”

Carolina cries out and bows off the bed. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust as I hammer into her over and over. I groan her name. “Fuck. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

My hellcat mewls approvingly as her hands cup her bouncing tits. “Yes. Right there.”

I fuse our lips together again, biting and licking her tongue. Every nerve ending comes alive, and it doesn’t take long before my nuts draw up and I’m ready to spill my seed. Although I’d love to see my cum on her creamy tits, I stay inside her cunt.

“Make yourself come,” I demand, my voice low and filled with gravel.

Carolina moves her hand between us, and I can feel her circling her clit while I slam into her so hard she keeps moving up the bed. Uncaring, I follow her and keep my ruthless pace until she cries out. Fuck, the way her inner walls squeeze me like a vise is too much. I thrust once more, and that’s all it takes before I come with a roar.

“Carolina! Fuck!”

I keep fucking her through my orgasm, wanting to prolong the intense feeling. Christ, fucking Carolina is unlike anything I’ve ever done before. She’s so responsive and pliable. Perfect.

As soon as her pussy relaxes, I pull out of her and slide backwards. Then I push my fingers inside her, stopping my cum from leaking out of her.

“Grab the pillow and put it under your hips,” I instruct.

“Nicklas,” she breathes. “I don’t think I’m ovulating—”

“Do it,” I bark, not willing to negotiate.

I might not know everything there is to know about the female body and its cycles, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to waste my jizz. Any chance, no matter how small, is worth taking. We remain like that until I’m satisfied that one of my swimmers has had ample time to reach her uterus.

Then I lie down next to her, pulling her close so her head rests on my chest. “You’ve managed to surprise me tonight,” I admit. “Not many people can say that.”

“Good or bad?” she challenges, and I can hear the smile in her tone.

“Good,” I confirm. “So fucking good that I’ll give you your phone back tomorrow.”

She squeals. “Really? Can I call Willow? I just need to know she’s okay. Please, would that be okay?”

I chuckle, loving how eager she is. “Of course. It’s your phone, you can do whatever you want.”

“But?” she asks, undoubtedly hearing the warning in my tone.

“I’ve cloned it. I’ll know everything you do, Carolina. And if you do something stupid, Willow will be the one to pay the price.”

Chapter 12

The Breeder

Happy tears prick at my eyelids and my heart pounds a fierce staccato against my ribs as I finally close my hands around the sleek device in my hand. My fingers tremble as I swipe to unlock the phone.

It might only have been a week, but the time cut off from Willow is something I feel in my soul. Now, I’m finally about to talk to my sister again.

“Remember, Kitten,” Nick’s voice cuts through my anticipation, a dark melody that sends shivers down my spine. “I’ll be listening to every word.”

I nod, unable to trust my voice, acutely aware of his towering presence behind me. His breath is warm on my neck, a stark contrast to the chill of the room. The thought of him monitoring our conversation taints my excitement with a drop of poison. But I won’t let him steal this moment from me. Not this one.

“But do youhaveto be right there?” I ask, irritated. “If you’ve cloned my phone, you can listen from anywhere.”

Stupid as it sounds, now that I’m out of the bedroom and in his spacious living room, I feel more vulnerable. It doesn’t make any sense since I’m still locked up. But it feels more daunting to be in a space I’m not familiar with. Especially this one. Everything is so fancy and shiny, making me scared I’ll break something priceless.

Nicklas sits down next to me on the couch. He cups the nape of my neck, squeezing until I whimper and look at him. “Can I trust you?” he asks, his tone ominous.

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