Bought By Santa (Seasonal Obsessions #1)

Chapter 11

The Santa

“ Y ou good, boss?” Marco drawls as we walk into my home.

My shirt clings to my skin, the fabric heavy with the scent of gunpowder and sweat—a stench from tonight’s dealings. “Never better,” I grin.

“You look it,” Macro retorts, chuckling.

Tonight, we acted on a tip from Dominic, and it wasn’t fruitless. Seven guys were waiting for me, Jack, and Marco as we went to get our shipment of goods. Luckily, Dominic and his men laid in wait to turn the table on the guys that tried to ambush us.

Something about it feels… off. If it wasn’t for the tip we got just an hour ahead of time, Jack would have been there alone.

Before I can tell Marco what I’m thinking, we’re interrupted by one of Marco’s men. I think he’s the one who was on Carolina duty today. “Marco! There you are. Look, I need to…” He trails off and his eyes widen as he spots me. The guy looks like he’s about to piss himself with fear.

I look at Marco and silently raise an eyebrow. Christ, if the guy can’t handle seeing the blood splatters on us, he’s in the wrong fucking line of business.

“Well?” Marco prompts, folding his arms across his massive chest. “Out with it. What’s so important?”

Since the guy is new, I decide I don’t need to be here for whatever he has to say. It’s Marco’s domain, and I know he’ll fill me in if I need to know. “Laters,” I throw over my shoulder.

“I-it’s about the woman.” He sucks in an audible breath. “Carolina.”

My head snaps in his direction. “What about her?” I snarl, immediately on edge. “Did something happen?”

I’m pretty sure I would have heard about it sooner if she’d escaped, and I can’t imagine any of my men doing anything to her. They’re too fucking scared of me to violate my orders.

When the guy lets out an honest to God whimper instead of answering me, I close the distance between us. My hand shoots around his neck and my fingers dig into his throat. “Speak!” I roar.

All color disappears from his skin, and he’s as pale as the fucking moonlight. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but the only sound coming out of his useless fucking mouth is some garbled wheezing.

“Not that it’s any of my business,” Marco drawls lazily. “But if you want answers, you might want to stop squeezing his throat.”

Right.

I immediately let go, and the guy crumbles to his knees, folding like a sack of potatoes. Pathetic. I crouch in front of him and fist my hand in his light hair. “Don’t make me ask again,” I snarl menacingly.

The guy looks up at Marco, and it’s almost comical the way he begs for mercy with his eyes. “It wasn’t my fault,” he cries. “I did my job like I was supposed to—”

“What wasn’t your fault?” I demand.

Marco sighs and walks over to us. When he reaches me, he squeezes my shoulder. “Let me talk to the kid alone, boss.”

“No!” My breathing is ragged as anger thrums through my veins. “He knows something. And I want to know what it fucking is.”

“He can’t tell you if he’s too scared to use his words,” Marco calmly says. “So take a few steps back and pretend you got something better to do.”

Huffing, I let go of the guy and stand up to my full height. I shoot Marco a glare as I do what he says, backing up enough to give the two of them some semblance of privacy. A part of me wants to run to the bedroom and see what the fuck Carolina’s done. But another, the cold and calculated part of me knows I need to bide my time. Whatever the answer is, I have a feeling I won’t get the answer without the guy telling it to Marco.

It feels like hours pass before Marco tells his guy to go home, and then he comes over to me. His deep frown lines tell me I won’t like whatever he just found out.

“Spit it out,” I snarl.

Shaking his head, he clasps both of my shoulders. “No.”

“No?” I echo.

“I want you to do two things for me, boss.”

Snorting, I look at him. His expression is grave, which tells me more than any words could. Marco isn’t messing around. “What do you want me to do?” I ask, forcing myself to chill the fuck out.

“Watch the security camera that’s monitoring your bedroom, and when you’re done—”

“Marco!” I shout, not in the mood for his games.

“And when you’re done, remember you’re the one who told the kid never to take his eyes off the girl.”

As I stand there, opening and closing my mouth like a damn idiot, Marco turns on his heel and disappears. Well, fuck! I run a tattooed hand through my dark hair, willing myself to go to the bedroom instead of following him.

I tread softly on the floor, the door creaking open just enough for me to slip inside. The moonlight spills over Carolina’s form. Her blonde hair a halo against the dark pillowcase. For an instant, the sight of her, so vulnerable and serene, nearly siphons away the day’s violence. Nearly.

Although I want to wake her up and make her suck me off again, I leave her to sleep and head into the adjoining bathroom. Closing the door, I switch on the light. I begin to undress, knowing I need a shower before climbing into bed. The blood on my clothes and hands isn’t mine, and I won’t let anyone else touch her.

The quiet clink of my cufflinks as I toss them onto the marble countertop on the sink echoes loudly in the otherwise silent room. Once I’m naked and have kicked my bloody clothes into the corner, I step into the shower and clean myself off.

Thoughts about when I had Carolina on her knees make my cock perk up, and I’m tempted to whack off. But no. She has to be nearing the end of her cycle, so I need to save all my cum for my hellcat.

Finished with my shower, I dry off and I walk over to the mirror. I run my hand along my jaw, the scruff there isn’t out of control yet, so I decide to leave the shaving for another couple of days. I reach for my toothbrush, and that’s when I feel it—the stickiness coating the white plastic handle.

I bring it up to my nose and inhale deeply. Her scent envelops me; it’s sweet and… “Ohh, you naughty kitten,” I growl as soon as I realize it’s her arousal I can smell.

Even while she was bleeding, I could smell her desire through the coppery scent of her blood. Knowing it’s on my toothbrush feels like a live wire snapping against my skin, igniting a surge of desire.

Remembering the guy that looked like he was about to be violently sick by the mere thought of telling me what he saw, I retrieve my phone from my suit pants, and pull up the security feed from the bedroom. It doesn’t take long to find what I need, and my cock pulses as I watch my hellcat masturbate with my toothbrush.

So. Fucking. Hot.

With another growl, I pick up the handle and throw the bathroom door open, uncaring about the sound. Carolina jerks up in the bed, her head darting left and right as she searches for the sound.

“Nicklas,” she breathes as her gaze lands on mine.

I stride over to the bed, propping one knee up on the mattress as I reach for her. My large, tattooed hand closes around her delicate chin and I tilt her head so she has to look up at me. “Got something you want to tell me?” I rasp.

Her nostrils flare, but she doesn’t say anything until I show her the stained plastic handle. “I-I…” She clamps her lips together and looks off to the side.

I lean down, close enough to feel her breath ghosting across my lips. “Carolina,” I coax, my voice barely above a whisper, yet laced with authority. “You better fucking answer me.”

She sighs. “I didn’t want to disappoint you again,” she whispers softly.

My mind drifts back to the video, and I mentally curse myself for watching it without sound. “Disappoint me?” I question, arching an eyebrow. “How so?”

Despite the darkness, I notice the flush creeping along her cheeks. “You said I was fake,” she admits. “So I… ahh.” She pauses and licks her lips. “I didn’t want you to call off our arrangement.”

I’m stunned silent, my hand falling from her face. What the hell? I know I’ve been a dick, keeping my distance after I forced her to suck my cock. But I never said anything about canceling our agreement.

“So you, what?” I rasp, needing her to tell me what went through her pretty head.

The video plays on a loop in my mind’s eye, and I remember the look of frustration, bordering on anger at times, that crossed her face more than once. It made her look like she was concentrating hard and didn’t get the outcome she wanted.

She swallows hard, her eyes tracking to mine. I see the questions there, the quick calculation as she tries to work out what I want to hear. The air between us crackles with unspoken promises, each breath we take entwining our fates further. Her scent wraps around me, sweet and heady, mingling with the darker notes of my own desire.

“Say something,” I say, my voice low, knowing full well she’s caught in the snare of my presence.

“Something,” she whispers defiantly, but there’s a tremor in her voice that betrays her nonchalance.

“Smartass,” I retort, though there’s no malice behind the word. It’s an acknowledgment of her spirit.

Carolina sighs audibly. “I was trying not to fake my moans.” She shakes her head. “It was harder than I thought it would be.”

This has my interest, and I want her to keep talking. “Go on,” I rumble as I lift her arms above her head and pull her tank top off. I should fucking spank her for wearing clothes in bed when I’ve told her not to.

Instead, I push her down so she’s lying on her back, looking up at me. She sucks in a breath as I crawl all the way onto the bed, positioning my body between her spread legs and placing my arms on either side of her head to keep my weight off of her. Bending my neck, I suck one of her pert nipples into my mouth, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh.

“Oh!” she gasps.

I let go of her nipple. “Keep talking.” When she nods, I pepper kisses all over her chest.

“Umm… I’m not sure what to say,” she admits.

“Why did you fake it?” I ask, looking up at her.

She rolls her eyes and huffs. “Are you sure you want to hear about other guys?”

The mere thought of someone else touching her has my temper flaring, but I lock it down as tight as possible. “If I must,” I grind out through gritted teeth.

“Fine. Okay. I wasn’t even aware I was fake moaning with you, okay?” She scoffs at herself at how stupid that sounds. “It’s something men have expected for years, so I guess you can say it’s become second nature.” I don’t tell her I’d already figured that part out for myself.

I move further up the mattress so the tip of my cock rubs against her clit. The moans coming from her as I rut against her are anything but fake. They’re deep and so fucking raw.

Our lips crash together in a fervent tangle, hungry and urgent. I taste the remnants of her defiance, sweet and heady, and I can’t get enough. She opens up to me, her moans swallowed by my mouth as our tongues dance to a desperate rhythm.

Her hands roam over my bare chest, nails grazing my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “God, Nicklas…” Carolina gasps against my lips, and the sound of my name from her is both a torment and a pleasure. It’s a lit match to my control, and I press closer, driven by a need that only she can satiate.

“Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“I want you to make me come.”

Groaning, I tug at her nipple. “How do you want to come? Do you want me to use my hand? My mouth? My cock?”

“Y-your cock,” she whispers.

I snake my hand between us, sliding my fingers underneath her panties and through her wet folds. “Are you still bleeding?” I’m pretty sure she isn’t since the toothbrush isn’t covered in blood.

“No,” she answers.

Slowly, I slide two fingers inside her, testing her walls, reveling in her heat. Her wetness coats my hand, a testament to her arousal, and the sight of my digits disappearing inside her only makes my cock throb harder.

I’m a man possessed as I pump my fingers in and out of her hot channel, curling them just so—knowing exactly where to hit to make her moan. “Nicklas,” she mewls, her nails digging into the sheets. “Please!”

I reward her with a devilish grin before leaning down to tease her aching nipple with my tongue, grazing it lightly before sucking. “Please, what?”

“Make me come,” she moans.

My fingers piston in and out of her cunt. My cock aches as I watch her writhe beneath me, her perfect tits flushed and hard as she begs for more. This woman, my captive, is utterly amazing. Not only does she still want our deal, not that she ever had a choice, but she even wanted to do better. Knowing that makes my heart contract and my cock swell.

Her cunt squeezes my fingers tightly and her legs shake around me. “That’s a good kitty,” I praise. “Purring for me so prettily.”

“Nicklas! Oh my God! I can’t… I need… Nicklas!”

When she bucks, I move my hand to her pubic bone and hold her down while I mercilessly fuck her harder with my finger until she screams my name in ecstasy. Wetness leaks from her core, making it impossible to keep my desire for her at bay.

Without a word, I pull my fingers from her core and line my cock up against her swollen folds. “Ready or not,” I growl as I thrust into her. “Here I fucking come.”

Carolina cries out and bows off the bed. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust as I hammer into her over and over. I groan her name. “Fuck. You feel so good wrapped around me.”

My hellcat mewls approvingly as her hands cup her bouncing tits. “Yes. Right there.”

I fuse our lips together again, biting and licking her tongue. Every nerve ending comes alive, and it doesn’t take long before my nuts draw up and I’m ready to spill my seed. Although I’d love to see my cum on her creamy tits, I stay inside her cunt.

“Make yourself come,” I demand, my voice low and filled with gravel.

Carolina moves her hand between us, and I can feel her circling her clit while I slam into her so hard she keeps moving up the bed. Uncaring, I follow her and keep my ruthless pace until she cries out. Fuck, the way her inner walls squeeze me like a vise is too much. I thrust once more, and that’s all it takes before I come with a roar.

“Carolina! Fuck!”

I keep fucking her through my orgasm, wanting to prolong the intense feeling. Christ, fucking Carolina is unlike anything I’ve ever done before. She’s so responsive and pliable. Perfect.

As soon as her pussy relaxes, I pull out of her and slide backwards. Then I push my fingers inside her, stopping my cum from leaking out of her.

“Grab the pillow and put it under your hips,” I instruct.

“Nicklas,” she breathes. “I don’t think I’m ovulating—”

“Do it,” I bark, not willing to negotiate.

I might not know everything there is to know about the female body and its cycles, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to waste my jizz. Any chance, no matter how small, is worth taking. We remain like that until I’m satisfied that one of my swimmers has had ample time to reach her uterus.

Then I lie down next to her, pulling her close so her head rests on my chest. “You’ve managed to surprise me tonight,” I admit. “Not many people can say that.”

“Good or bad?” she challenges, and I can hear the smile in her tone.

“Good,” I confirm. “So fucking good that I’ll give you your phone back tomorrow.”

She squeals. “Really? Can I call Willow? I just need to know she’s okay. Please, would that be okay?”

I chuckle, loving how eager she is. “Of course. It’s your phone, you can do whatever you want.”

“But?” she asks, undoubtedly hearing the warning in my tone.

“I’ve cloned it. I’ll know everything you do, Carolina. And if you do something stupid, Willow will be the one to pay the price.”