Page 15 of Santa's Dark Secret
Willing myself not to break, I crawl across my bed and right into his lap, straddling him as he holds my stare. “When you say you’ve completed all my wishes, does that mean you heard what I said in the fountain?”
He smiles. “Not only did I hear you,” he says, digging into his pocket and pulling out a piece of paper. “I also got a printout to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”
“No way,” I laugh, taking the piece of paper and glancing over the exact wishes I had made with Carolina while shivering outside of the fountain, my teeth chattering from the cold.
I wish to be dicked down so hard that my knees will shake for weeks after.
I wish to be thrown around, flipped over like a pancake and railed within an inch of my life.
I wish to be dragged down my bed only to feel a warm mouth close over my clit and scream as he works me with his skilled tongue.
I wish to make him come apart in my mouth.
I wish to come alive, to feel things I’ve never felt before, and to be screwed so good that nothing will ever compare.
“Oh my god. This is so embarrassing,” I say, covering my face. “And yet, I can’t bring myself to regret it.”
“Even if I told you my old man saw these too?”
My face drains of color, and I gape at him in horror, my heart racing as humiliation washes over me. “Please tell me you’re lying.”
“Really wish I could,” he tells me, not bothering to spare my feelings for even a second, though he doesn’t strike me as the type to play silly games. He’ll give it to me straight. “So, tell me, Mila. Have I completed your wishes to your satisfaction?”
“Ooh, I don’t know,” I tease, reaching across to my bedside table and pulling out the top drawer to fetch a pen, my gaze momentarily lingering on my charm bracelet and getting butterflies at the thought of this man being responsible for that. Sitting up straight, I hold up the list and drop my gaze. “Let’s see, shall we?”
Nick rolls his eyes. “Did I dick you down so good your legs shook?”
I grin, not bothering to be shy about it, especially after what he just did to me. “Yes.”
He nods to the paper. “Tick it.”
I wish to be dicked down so hard that my knees will shake for weeks after.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, watching as I confidently tick off my first wish. “Now, did I flip you over like a pancake and rail you within an inch of your life?”
