Page 47 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

He shakes his head vehemently, eviscerating the lingering doubt that he is the one for her, and promising in a raspy, honest voice, “I am yours.”

Only for the next seven days.

I smile, caressing his jaw. “I’m a lucky girl.”

“And every bit as kinky as me,” he growls, squeezing my ass until I whimper in delicious pain. “Knowing what you crave and watching how you fell apart for me, I’m going to push your limits harder until you can’t think of pleasure without my name.”

I can’t tell the difference anymore.

Whether his cravings are depraved.

Or mine.

Circling my arms around his neck, I seductively purr against his lips, “I’m already starting to, King.”

I squeal in delight when he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his trim waist as he walks toward the kitchen door. “Another minute alone with you and I’ll end up fucking you here.”

“Not a bad idea,” I whisper in his ear, biting on his pierced earlobe.

Wrenching my head back with a fist in my hair, he roughly says, “The first time I fuck your sweet pussy, it won’t be where anyone can walk in. But they might, because once my cock is inside your cunt, I’m making my home there, with you on your back for hours, whether at our charming little chalet or otherwise. Your throat hoarse from screaming my name.”

“Where are we going now?” I demand, feeling empty and turned on. In a hopeful and pleading tone, I ask, “My cabin?”

“As much as I’d love to be inside you, darling,” he murmurs. “I can’t have you starving. You haven’t eaten anything all morning.”

“Neither have you.”

He arches one eyebrow arrogantly. “Do you have a short-term memory, stubborn girl?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“It does,” he counters smugly. “I could live off of the taste of your pussy alone.”

“I might not survive for long.”

A dirty glint darkens his pupils. Tugging me against a very unmistakable bulge, he says, “I can think of something long and hard to feed you.”

Before I can form an equally filthy comeback, I pay attention to our surroundings and immediately hiss, “Put me down before Hilda sees us, Kingston.”

We’re a few steps away from entering the lobby. Although, I’m shocked nobody has caught us already. Despite my efforts, I wasn’t quiet the whole time. Especially not during the beginning of my very harsh spanking.

“Where is everyone?”

Kingston replies, “I gave everybody a half day off, except a few of the front desk and maintenance team, since it’s Christmas.”

“Such a good boss.” Narrowing my eyes playfully, I ask, “Why tell me to be quiet then?”

Stopping just next to the turn leading to the front, he crowds me against the wall. Caressing the pounding pulse near the base of my neck, he murmurs, “Because I wanted to witness how deep your need to submit and please runs. You’re strong and confident and beautiful, but I haven’t missed your shy reactions when I give you a command. I’m drawn to that spark the same way you’re attracted to my dominance.”

Like two pieces of a puzzle.

Whole when together.

“I’m also a territorial man, Twinkle,” he cockily admits. “Every little first of ours will be for me and me alone, before we let our deviant games begin.”

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“You do realize this is stealing from your guests?”

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