Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“What’s the sauce, Ronan?” she asks.
He shrugs. “Our cum.”
She rolls her eyes and sits down in the position I instructed. The three of us take our seats at the table. I impale a mushroom on my fork and shove it into her pussy before placing it in my mouth.
Stella glares at me. “You’ve got your special sauce, and I’ve got mine.” She eats her food, dipping each bite in the cum sauce. “You’re all fucked in the head.”
“We know,” Axel says. “And you love us.”
She nods. “God help me, I do.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Sweet Girl, God is too frightened to be around us.”
I pull out a red box from my pocket and place it before her. “Christmas isn’t until tomorrow, but we wanted you to have this now.”
She places her fork down and tentatively opens the box. “A key?”
I smile, happy I’m in a position to do this for her. Growing up, I never had much. A junkie mother didn’t make for a stable life. Unlike Stella, my mom wasn’t just poor; she was poor and useless. I was more of a parent than she was. Owning a house was the best thing that happened to me until Stella. I want her to have that stability and comfort.
“The key to the cabin. We bought it for you. We understand it was hard growing up with your mom the way you did, never having a home that was yours. Now you’ve got something for you. The deed is in your name. None of us are included. This is all yours. You can hire an interior decorator to do whatever you want with the place.”
She looks up at me, her eyes glowing. “You guys.”
“We love you, Stella. We want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of and all the things you never thought you could.”
Her eyes move from me to Ronan and Axel, who look at her like she’s the rising sun.
“I love you. All of you. What did I do to deserve you?”
“Fuck like a fucking hell demon,” Axel jokes. “Kitten, you deserve better than us. But unfortunately for you, we love you so damn much, and we won’t let you find him.”
“We love you, Rabbit.”
Psycho Santa
Mikhail and Bree can be found in…
Chapter 1
Bree
I can’t breathe, and he doesn’t seem to care. His fingers dig into my flesh, and his palm forces my throat shut. He’s never gone this far before.
The remnants of my fight are visible on his skin. My claw marks are a brand on his hand. He didn’t care when I tore into his flesh as I gasped, needing air.
His tongue lashes at my pussy as confusion sets in. I’m unsure what demonic state I’m in that the desire to orgasm duels with the need to take my last breath.
He lifts his head, half his face covered with a Krampus mask, black with horns peeking out, and a pentagram carved at his forehead. The bottom exposed part of his face is drenched in my blood while a jolly red Santa hat is perched on the top of his head.
His tongue darts out and licks the crimson off his lips. “Your blood is intoxicating.”
Humiliation floods my body at his words. He’s been down there, teasing me, holding me at the brink of orgasm, and fucking my pussy with his tongue while I’m on my period.
“Please.”
He smiles, white teeth flashing in a river of red. “I like it when you beg.”
His mouth returns to my clit, and his teeth graze my most sensitive flesh. I’m not sure what he’ll do in moments like this. The last time he fucked me with a loaded gun until I squirted all over his face. Some days I think my kink will kill me. Other days I’m happy I have someone who makes all my dark and deranged fantasies come true. We dance a fine line by risking death to feel truly alive. We both know the risks, yet we keep taking them.
The palm of his hand pushes down on my throat, and his crystal blue irises appear possessed. “Look at you, Mouse. A sacrifice to your god at the altar.” The overhead light shines brightly on the silver dagger in his hand. “Who are you going to beg for mercy?”
“You,” I croak as my eyes travel to the cathedral ceiling, and images of Jesus and the Virgin Mary greet me.
“Pray to me, Mouse. Beg me for grace.”
“What?”
Mikhail’s bloody lip turns up as he shoves two fingers into my pussy, curling them up. His hand moves so quickly it seems like they are supernatural. My ass rises, desperate for whatever delicious torture he has in store for me.
“Do you want to cum, Mouse?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Start praying.”
Jesus’s eyes lock with mine. In a fucked-up way, I swear he’s judging me. Maybe it’s not him, but the judgmental people who went to my church growing up. I have a hard time telling the difference most days. Mikhail sucks on my clit, bringing me back to reality. All notions of saints and salvation vanish, replaced by hellfire and mind-blowing orgasms given to me by the devil himself.