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As Gina obeys, my finger traces the triangle of lace. I tug a little at the waist, and her fat pussy lips perk around the tiny string.
My dick twitches, prepared to do her bidding, even if it’s a trap.But she won’t let you fuck her, idiot.
“Santino . . .” my seductive Scrooge moans.
I blow softly against her clitoris, watching it jump along with her sharp intake of air. Gina groans.
I press my nose against her clit, like spraying perfume. Her heavenly scent grows more robust. I draw her fragrance into my nostrils. I’m groaning in my chest, eyes closed.
God, save me. I stand to my full height, and from the corner of my eyes, I watch. Gina’s lips are parted, eyes glazed over. She blinks a few times. The ecstasy stretched across her face dissipates. The devil in heels glares at me. We’re both aware thatmylove is her chessboard.
40
Gina
“Where the fuck are you going?” I snarl. Santino was in the palm of my hand. I’d conquer Santa and send him along. There’s nothing jolly about him. He’s not the man I once thought I knew. Or did I even know him?
Santino shoots over his shoulder, “I’m getting the groceries.”
“It’s negative 100 degrees outside. Not like they’ll spoil!”
His massive shoulders rise and fall. I glance across the tiny accent table for something to grab. I pick up an ancient fishing magazine. The glossy paper is so old it crinkles. When I toss the magazine, it hurls into the air for about 2.5 seconds before falling like a dud.
I’m that fallen paper.Depleted.I cried enough tears to fill Lake Michigan, but the familiar burn of my eyes tells me more will begin to fall.
Santino has two big, brown paper bags nestled in his arms when he returns. “Where are you going, Gina?”
I roll my eyes. When my gaze falls, I assess my surroundings. From the outside, the cabin appears tiny amongst monumental trees. The aesthetics offer a quaint feel. A full-sized kitchen is to one side. A wooden staircase parts it from the living room where there’s a door in the corner; I assume, it is a bathroom. Has to be an indoor bathroom.
I start for the stairs when Santino orders, “Shoes off.”
“What?”
“Take off your shoes, sweet tart.”
I clasp one heel, then the other, and hurl them at him. One hits the wall, and the other breaks through the window above the kitchen sink.
“Great, Gina, now you’ll freeze.”
“Why?” I ask, noticing my pants and blouse are nowhere in sight.
“It’ll be snowing soon. You won’t go running off naked. Or are you that committed to running from me?”
Ignoring him, I’m about to stride up the stairs when I hear the clang of sharp objects. Santino has the trash can in his hand. He’s tossing the butcher block, knives, and my stiletto heels inside.
I arch a brow.
“I’m doing away with all the dangerous appliances. We can’t have you trying to murder me until you’re ready to hear me out.” He stalks over to a buffalo head and makes a big show of yanking it off the wall with one hand.
I laugh. “You think I can pick that up, let alone attempt to stab you with it?”
“You’re a mean one, Ms. Grinch.”
Damn, I hate him!That was actually funny.
Santino opens the door and exits. In less than a minute, he returns with the empty receptacle. “Gina, all the stuff is in the back of my truck. You reach my truck in your birthday suit, I’ll let youtryto kill me.”
I stalk up the stairs, holding myself close. “Cheating Santa, it’s cold!”
