Page 45 of Santa's Dark Secret

His hips jolt forward, forcing him deeper down my throat, and I welcome every inch. Despite everything, I’m still more than willing to please him. On my terms of course, which is exactly where my teeth come into play.

I narrow my jaw, my teeth gently coming down along his shaft as I move up and down his velvety cock. He sucks in abreath, his hand falling on top of mine at his base as though that could somehow control my movements. He doesn’t know whether to fear for his manhood or to relax and enjoy whatever brutal pleasure I have in store for him, but meeting my stare, he chooses to trust me, allowing me to continue, and that’s exactly what I do.

My tongue doesn’t let up, rolling over his sensitive tip before I move back down his length, letting my teeth tease as I continue to suck, taking him as far down my throat as I can tolerate. His eyes begin to flutter, rolling in the back of his head as his hips grow a mind of their own, continuously bucking toward me.

He reaches back, his fingers slipping between my thighs and rolling over my needy clit, and as I work him to the edge, he does the same for me. I push and push, giving him my absolute best work, watching closely as he begins to fall apart, completely at my mercy.

“Fuck, Mila,” he grits through his clenched teeth, and all I can do is grin against his delicious cock. I don’t give in, just keep working him harder and faster until he can’t take it a second longer and explodes hot spurts of cum into the back of my throat as he roars my name.

I come with him, my orgasm tearing through my body as he empties himself. I cry out around his cock, my whole body squirming beneath him, my hips bucking with desperation. Then finally, when he’s got nothing left to give, he slowly pulls out of my mouth, and I make a show of licking my lips as he softens his hand against my core, allowing me the chance to relax.

Nick falls to the snow, pulling me with him so that my back no longer burns against the cold, and he simply holds me on his chest, the sound of his heart so perfectly in sync with mine as we catch our breath.

“I don’t know how to hate you,” I tell him, my hand resting against his chest beside my face.

“Then don’t,” he wills, dropping his palm to my ass and making small circles.

I let out a heavy breath, wishing I could somehow just let it go, but I’m far too stubborn for that. “It’s not that easy,” I tell him. “It’s going to take some time.”

“I know,” he says. “But all I ask is that you try. I know this isn’t how you wanted any of this to happen, but I was running out of time and did what I had to do. If I had waited another minute, the sun would have risen, and I would have been gone another year. I couldn’t bear to leave you behind. Not again.”

I simply nod, not knowing how to respond until he finally sits us up. “Come on,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back off my face. “Let’s get you out of the cold, and then you can ignore me while I cook you dinner.”

My stomach grumbles at the thought of a good home-cooked meal, and I realize that I haven’t eaten in well over twenty-four hours. “Okay,” I tell him. “But just so you know, when I commit to ignoring someone, I really commit.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he says, and with that, he scoops me out of the snow and starts making the trek back, heading past the curious reindeer and finally through the brand-new side entrance, courtesy of the pretty beige armchair laying in the snow.

15

NICK

FEBRUARY

There’s no doubt about it. When Mila Morgan commits to something, she really fucking commits. We’re six weeks into the year and seven weeks into our new living arrangement and not a single fucking word has come out of her devilish mouth.

We’ve quickly learned how to be around each other without communication. Well, at least one of us attempts to communicate while the other pretends she isn’t listening. Sure, I understand why she’s doing it. She wants to punish me for stealing her away from the life she had in New York, but I’m not sorry. The moment she finally decides to give this place a real chance, she’ll understand why I did it.

Mila Morgan belongs here. She belongs with me, and despite what she might think right now, she is mine and I am hers.

Our days pretty much consist of Mila pretending she’s asleep when I get up to work. Only, joke’s on her because most nightsI stay up watching her sleep, and the moment she’s in a deep sleep, she’ll roll right into my arms and stay there all night.

I head off to work, figuring out all the ins and outs for the new year of gift giving while Mila spends her days with the reindeer. She didn’t come right out and ask, but she wanted to know how to care for them, so I showed her exactly what to do, and she loves it. Every day there’s a smile on her face, but it doesn’t go unnoticed that the only thing she won’t do is muck out the stalls. She leaves all that shit for me to deal with. Fair enough, though. I didn’t ask her to take on that responsibility. She does it because she wants to.

The moment I get home, I make dinner and watch the way she watches me, all while she’s pretending not to even notice me in the house. She’s learned my routine. When I prefer to eat. What foods I like, right down to what time of day I like to shower. It also doesn’t go unnoticed that every time I finish in the shower and walk into my walk-in closet to dress, she’s always right there, sitting on our bed as though she doesn’t possibly have anything else to do. And the second my towel disappears, her eyes are only for me.

Every day is the same, and despite how she still refuses to talk to me, I sense her peace. She likes it here, and I like having her here. I like her in my space. I like her in my home. In my bed. But most of all, I like just being able to see her every fucking day. I’ve gone from years of craving her to getting her every day, even if all she has to offer is to unintentionally hold me while she sleeps.

APRIL

Grabbing my shit, I go to leave for the day and come to a standstill as I find Mila blocking my exit. She’s usually out with the reindeer every morning, and when I leave, I watch her out in the field as she teaches them how to trust her.

I won’t lie, I’m starting to get really fucking jealous of the attention she gives them. I’d give anything to see her smile at me the way she smiles at them, but beggars can’t be choosers, and she’ll eventually come around. She just needs to understand it first. It might have been a selfish act for me to bring her here, but I was granting her wish and giving her exactly what she wanted. If only she realized that. She’s too busy blaming me and too fucking stubborn to see that I was doing exactly what she asked. I guess that’s exactly what I love about her.

“You need something?” I ask, not bothering to try and figure it out this time. Usually she just stares at me until I make suggestions about what she could possibly need, but not today. I haven’t heard her voice in four fucking months, and it’s killing me.

Mila just stares, but I can play this game a lot longer than she can. She’s got no idea what stubborn really means, and she’s playing with the fucking master.

She glances away, not willing to meet my stare, and I step right into her, watching as she sucks in a breath. Her hands twitch at her sides as if physically restraining herself from reaching out and touching me. “What do you need, Mila?”

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