Page 27 of Slaying for Santa
A muffled moan falls from her plump lips as her head slowly lolls from side to side, so I piston harder, making her feel every fucking punch of my cock.
“Do you feel me, Bell?” I pant, fucking into her faster. “Do you feel how well I’m using your body as my fuck toy?”
“Kit,” she breathes, her lids still closed, but fuck, I love the sound of my name falling from her lips. I love how completely she trusts me.
“Not Kit right now,” I say roughly, my voice husky as the feeling of her cunt gripping me like a vice has every muscle in my body straining to stay in control. “Call meSanta.”
Her eyes snap open, locking with mine as I loom over her, fucking into her tight heat, watching the way her tits jiggle with every brutal thrust.
“Say it!” I snarl, and a slow, lazy smirk spreads her lips wide.
I can’t fucking tell if she’s going to obey, or be a fucking brat, but fuck, both possibilities have my heart thrashing wildly in my chest.
“Santa,” she purrs, her gaze turning mischievous. “Is that the best you can fuck me?” Then she fucking rears up and slaps me hard across the face.
My head whips to the side, and I still, my lip curling with a savage hiss as I turn back to face the fucking brat.
“It’s like that, is it?” I snap, and she nods, wearing a shit-eating-grin, thoroughly satisfied with her little fucking love tap. “You wanna fight?”
She nods, her dark eyes bright as she takes me in, waiting eagerly like she wasn’t just out cold moments ago.
“You want this to feel like non-con?” I ask, my fucking blood pumping hard through my body as I hope she fucking says yes.
In a flash, she rears up, getting in my face, her breath mingling with mine.
“I want to feel Santa fucking claim me.”
Her words have barely left her lips before I fist the back of her hair, slamming my lips to hers brutally, feeling our teeth clash.
It’s a biting, bruising kiss, with tongues and teeth, and fuck yes, blood. It could be hers or mine given how savagely our mouths battle, and a second later, I reef her head back by her hair, and spit in her gasping mouth.
“It’s not just Santa who will be claiming you, Bellicent.” I snarl, jerking her back even further so I can bend and snag her nipple and piercing between my teeth.
She cries out as I bite down hard, breaking the skin to taste more blood. I don’t have to be concerned that she isn’t fucking loving it, because her body tells me with a gush of slickness around my cock.
Releasing her nipple with a long sharp tug between my teeth, I jerk her head back to mine until we are nose to nose.
“I’ll also be claiming you, Bell. And when that happens, I’m never fucking letting you go.”
I thrust into her brutally as I release her head and shove her back, her body bouncing on my mattress.
As she claws at my chest in an attempt to fight me, I try to ignore the fucking fact I just told her I’m never letting her go.
I didn’t mean to say that… did I?
“You can’t claim me,” Bell hisses, whipping her hand out to try to slap me again, and I lurch over her, trying to keep my cock buried inside her as we start fucking grappling.
“I fucking can,” I grunt as she lands a hit, and my big palm engulfs her face, forcing it down onto the bed again as I hold it in place, fucking into her brutally. “You think the day I find someone that fucking matches me like this that I’m just letting them get away? Not a fucking chance, Bell.”
“Fuck you!” she screams, although it’s muffled by my hand as I smother her face with it while I pound into her.
“I am fucking you. This tight cunt is mine!” I practically yell, the force of my thrusts jolting her up the bed, further and further.
Bell’s legs wrap around me, immediately halting my thrusts as her claw-like nails dig into my arm, drawing blood, and I finally release her face to see her fury.
“I am no one’s!” she snarls, her nails whipping across my chest, and I suck in a breath before a deep growl rumbles from me.
“You want to play dirty, Bell? I can fucking play dirty!”
