Page 22 of Starstruck with the Krampus

“Tell me.” I settle on his chest, knees on either side of his hips.

We’re a mess, both of us, me with my dripping pussy and him with his still-slick, hard cock trapped between us, but Dominic doesn’t seem to care. He wraps one arm securely around my back, pinning me to his chest, and stretches to the side with his other hand, reaching for the drawer of his bedside table. From it, he pulls a narrow present, wrapped in forest-green paper, secured with a red bow, and hands it to me.

“What’s this?” I ask.

He lets out a sigh. “I got you a Christmas present.”

I sit up, prying at the wrapping. “You didn’t have to get me anything because I gave you cookies.”

“I bought this the day after we met,” he answers.

Hands stilling, I look up at him. “But that was…”

“In January,” he supplies.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “I know. I remember.”

It was the day Mr. Webber introduced us and told me I’d be working on our most important client’s portfolio. I’d barely made it through that meeting without making a fool out of myself because all I’d wanted to do was stare at Dominic.

Apparently, he’d felt the same from the start.

“You were wearing a white cashmere sweater.” His voice is quiet, his gaze warm as he studies my reaction. “And a red tie in your hair with a little bow on it. I wanted to snatch you up, carry you off, and keep you, but I couldn’t. So I bought this instead.I thought it would go well with your outfit, but I couldn’t figure out when to give it to you.”

Well, now I have to know what’s inside.

I tear the wrapping in my haste—and stop when I find a narrow velvet box about the length of my hand. Holding my breath, I slowly pop the lid open, and my heart makes a painfulthudat the sight.

It’s a ruby necklace, a string of small red stones. I set the box on Dominic’s abs and take the necklace out, holding it up. Even in the low light of the bedroom, the stones glimmer as if lit from within.

It’s the most stunning piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen.

“There’s no one else,” he says softly. “And if I have it my way, therewon’tbe anyone else, ever.”

CHAPTER 10

DOMINIC

Gianna stares at me for a long moment, her gaze serious. She’s holding the ruby choker I bought for her. I’d spent the evening after meeting her getting stupid-drunk with my cousin because I needed him to convince me that kidnapping and keeping a human was wrong. Instead, he suggested I wait to see what happens, to see if Gianna might also be interested in me, and I’ve been doing that for almost a year.

But every time I saw something that made me think of her, I bought it. If she chooses to stay with me, I have birthdays, anniversaries, and Christmases covered for years to come, but she doesn’t need to know that yet. I want to spoil her every day—without freaking her out.

She’s so fucking beautiful. I nearly swallowed my damn tongue when I saw her outfit at the party, but she’s even more gorgeous now, sitting naked on top of me, her dark hair a wild cloud. A pulse of satisfaction goes through me at the knowledge thatIwas the one to muss up her perfect curls.

Finally, she offers me the necklace. “Will you help me put it on?”

I take it from her, then pause, needing to make absolutely certain we’re on the same page. “Does this mean you don’t mind the obsession?”

She lifts her hands to my face and leans in to kiss me. “Dominic. You bought me a necklace worth thousands of dollars because it matched my scrunchie. It’s not like you murdered my ex-boyfriend or something.” She grins, dimples popping in her cheeks. “I’m okay with your type of obsession.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “Is there an ex-boyfriend I need to murder, though?”

She shakes her head. “No one important. And there will never be another one if I can help it either.”

Her brown eyes get shiny with unshed tears, and even though I think they’re tears of happiness, the sight makes my chest hurt, so I kiss her instead, tangling my tongue with hers. Then I sit up to put on her necklace, which has her shifting in my lap, rubbing all over my thick cock. Gianna clutches my chest as I brush aside her hair so it doesn’t catch in the clasp, then touches the choker reverently with her fingertips.

“Thank you,” she whispers. “I love it. It’s very beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you.” I run my gaze down to her perfect breasts, still pink from my earlier attention.

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