Chapter 14
Ivan
This fucking woman. The temptation to whip my cock out and let her suck me off was low-key making me tremble inside.
“Please Sir, let me pleasure you with my mouth. I’ll be fast.”
Damn it all to hell. The thought of it had me rock hard. Fuck it. I slid my hand to the back of her head, threaded my fingers in her rich hair and yanked back.
She whimpered as our eyes locked onto one another. I nodded, and she brought her hands up to the waistband of my boxer briefs. With one solid yank, she had my cock freed. Her hand wrapped around the base, and she tugged. It was absurd how large it was in her tiny hands.
The feel of her hot, wet mouth encompassing my sensitive tip was heaven.
A deep guttural groan reverberated around the room as she perfectly swirled her tongue around the head.
I ran my fingers through her silky strands, loving the texture.
The longer I caressed her, the more the tension in her body climbed.
The sweet girl from a minute ago moved quickly into full-on brat mode. I let her have her fun as she teased the tip of me. So much for being fast, the little shit. She should have known better than to play with me.
With her distracted, I made my move, and she missed it entirely.
My fingers went from working through the strands of her hair to fisting a chunk of it at the base of her skull.
Slowly, I pushed further into her mouth and toward the back of her throat.
Like the good girl she was, there was the smallest gag before she relaxed her throat.
“Such a good girl,” I hissed. “Hold fucking still.”
Repositioning my hands, I grabbed her head with both and fucked her tight, warm mouth. With her cheeks hollowed out, she furiously sucked me down like the greedy little whore she was.
The hungry sounds she made as she sucked me filled my ears and had me feeling fucking animalistic. But it didn’t take long for her little mouth to get tired. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when her hand joined in on the action.
“You’re so good at this,” I hissed as my hips bucked.
There was something beautiful about watching her mouth stretch around me, hearing her gag and slurp me down. Her eyes were filled with tears, and they spilled over, wetting her thick lashes. The visual alone had me barreling toward release.
On the next pass, she flicked her eyes up and moaned. The damned vibrations set out a thousand chills. The sensation raced down my spine and settled in my balls. I thrust deeper into her throat, needing her to take all of me.
She had me right there. Every breath shallow, every nerve stretched thin. My jaw was locked, muscles tight. She knew what she was doing, every calculated movement bringing me closer to the edge.
And then without warning my phone rang. Her lips slid off me right as I was about to let go, and I nearly swore at the loss. My entire body jerked in protest. She rocked back on her heels, mouth swollen, eyes glittering with mischief.
“Isn’t that your mother’s ringtone?” she asked sweetly.
“She can wait. Back at it,” I growled, reaching for her, already trying to tug her back into place.
Instead of obeying, she slipped her hand straight into my trousers, quick as a thief, and fished the damn phone free before I could stop her.
“Don’t you fucking answer that,” I warned.
She only grinned, dancing out of reach, her hair falling like milk chocolate silk down her back as she shook her head. “And ignore your mother? Never.”
My jaw clenched as she swiped the screen and hit speaker. I could strangle her and kiss her senseless all at once.
“Darling, do you have an ETA?” my mother’s voice rang out, sharp and impatient. “We’ve already got a line of children waiting—what on earth is taking you so long?”
Before I could open my mouth, Kinsley chimed in, singsong and smug. “I told him we needed to go.”
Her bratty little tone rang in my ears, and I bit back a groan. Exasperation curled in my chest, but hell if I didn’t find myself grinning despite it. She lived to test me, and she was damn good at it.
“Have you even left yet?” my mother’s voice snapped through the speaker.
“No, ma’am,” I offered, grabbing my phone from the little shit.
“Well, what on earth is keeping you?”
I leveled a look at the woman in front of me. “Do not answer that question,” I warned, low and deadly.
“Oh… oh…Lordy,” my mother broke in, a long-suffering sigh on the line. “You two. With the amount of fornicating the four of you do on a daily basis, I better be getting a sonogram photo in my damn stocking. Now, get it together, reign in those hormones, and save the shenanigans for later.”
Kinsley only beamed, delighted to get a reaction out of me. “I told him the same thing, Mama King. Business before pleasure…but you know how he can be.”
Heat crawled up my neck to my ears. Christ. My own mother. I pinched the bridge of my nose, but it was no use—the damage was already done.
“What is it the Reaper always calls him?” Kinsley went on, eyes dancing. “Spoiled rotten baby.”
“Yes, this is true,” my mother replied without hesitation, and I thought I might actually die of embarrassment.
“But I still need you to get your arses here fast. We can’t do the Kings Christmas Extravaganza without Santa and Mrs. Claus.
Oh, Isabella and Bash have arrived—I’ve got a few elf costumes.
I’ll put them to work to hold off the crowd, but the two of you need to get a move on.
Remember, son, you begged me to let you do this. ”
I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. Begged was a strong word, but now I was well and truly trapped. Across the room, Kinsley was practically glowing, smug as sin, nibbling at her bottom lip like she knew exactly what she’d done.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I muttered.
“Like what?” she asked all innocence, tilting her head, hair tumbling over one shoulder.
“Like you just got away with murder.”
Her grin widened. “Well, I did save you from ignoring your mother. Which is more like saving your life than murder but—semantics.”
A voice cleared on the phone. I hit the end-call button before my mother could lecture me further and tossed it on the bed.
“You realize,” I said, pinning her with a look that made her shift her weight from one bare foot to the other, “you’ve now dug yourself a very deep hole.”
I yanked the red trousers of the suit from the floor and stepped into them.
Where the fuck was my T-shirt?
She swayed her hips deliberately as she crossed the room toward me, the picture of unrepentant mischief. “Mmh, but you like it when I’m naughty. Looking for this?”
My T-shirt dangled from her hand. Something between a laugh and a growl sounded. Christ, she was impossible. “Maybe. But you’d better remember, brat, Santa always keeps a list. And I’m in charge of checking it twice.”
Her answer was to sing a few bars of “Santa Claus Is Coming To Town,” emphasising the word coming.
“Really?”
“What? If you play your cards right and are a good boy for me…I’ll let you come. After all, it is the season of giving.”
Good boy my ass.
My laugh was low and dangerous, though amusement curled around the edges. “Word of caution, brat, this Santa doesn’t forgive the naughty ones easily.”
Her smirk faltered enough to make my blood heat—challenge and anticipation sparking in her eyes. I sauntered over and hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up until her lips parted. Then I released her just as quickly, giving her a sharp swat on the bum.
“Grab your brush and make-up bag. You can fix yourself proper in the car. And don’t think you’re off the hook. Santa’s feeling vengeful.”
She shivered, but her grin came back, wide and taunting. And now nothing would do but to test her resolve, because one thing was for sure…I was going to collect on this little stunt of hers.
KINSLEY
I scrambled to scoop up my hair and makeup bag, stuffing brushes and palettes into the pouch with clumsy fingers. He’d insisted I do the finishing touches in the car, and for once, I didn’t argue—because I knew I’d already tested his patience enough this morning.
By the time I hurried out of the bathroom, the room was empty. He was gone.
I paused, taking in the faint trace of his cologne lingering in the air. The toy sat snug against my clit. I fingered the ties pressing against my hips. They were a constant reminder of what we hadn’t finished.
One last look in the mirror had my lips curling. My cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, hair tumbling wild down my shoulders. I looked nothing like Mrs. Claus, and everything like a woman on the edge of trouble.
Exhilaration buzzed through me as I slipped the bag over my arm and left the room. The very thought of role-playing sent my dirty little mind spinning in a thousand and one directions, each one filthier than the last.
And the best part? He had no idea how much fun I planned on having with it. When I stepped into the living room, Ivan was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, waiting. He was checking his phone and smirking. His thumbs flew fast over the keys.
Who was he texting?
I tiptoed quietly over. I’d been working on my stealth skills, and he was pretty intent on what he was doing, so he didn’t notice. Once more, I dropped to my knees and cleared my throat.
His eyes darkened instantly. “Kinsley,” he warned, voice low and rough. “You’re treading dangerous ground. If you’re trying to sway me again—it won’t work. I’ll record it and show it to my mother as proof.”
I shook my head, a slow smile tugging at my lips. “Relax. I’m not after that…not yet.”
His brow arched, skepticism plain to see, but I was already digging through the clutter in my bag until my fingers closed around cool leather. Triumph sparked through me as I pulled out the new strap I’d picked up last week.
Black, sleek, made to hug high on my thigh—and fitted with two narrow sheaths. Both were already occupied.