Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“You realize that’s probably gonna get you a lump of coal in your stocking instead of presents. Right?” I nearly laughed out loud at the look of genuine distress on my girl’s face.
“Should have known you’d be at the center of any scandal at this party.” Wrath approached us with Celeste and their daughter, Holly.
“Not exactly how most of the parties go, but whatever you said, the little shit deserved it.” Holly wasn’t one to mince words. At eighteen, she already had several men looking her way. Not that her daddy was having any of it. Last word I heard -- as Wrath beat the shit outta some dumbass trying to come on to Holly -- was that Holly wasn’t dating until she was at least forty. Unless Wrath was still alive. Then it was fifty.
“Sometimes, all it takes is the right expression.” El Diablo sauntered toward us, a grin plastered all over his fucking face. He was dressed immaculately in a tuxedo, Jezebel on his arm in a shimmering emerald-green gown. The thin straps over her shoulders had tiny gems sewn into them. They were probably rhinestones, but I wouldn’t bet on it. More likely, they were diamonds and emeralds. Because El Diablo was nothing if not demanding when it came to his woman having the very best.
“Twenty years of wrangling prospects, and I learned the right expression.” My comment was a grim reminder to me that was no longer my life.
“Indeed. Which is why I chose you to be Black Reign’s enforcer. Life is better all around if the fear of the Devil is put into those around you. You’ll be an extension of my wrath.” He glanced at Wrath who raised an eyebrow. “No pun intended, of course.”
“Uh-huh.” Wrath snorted.
“Never said I was takin’ that job.” The last thing I wanted was for El Diablo to bully me into doing something I didn’t want to do.
“So, you’re not comfortable with the position?” El Diablo glanced at Wrath, as if the two had been discussing this very thing.
I thought about it a moment. “Not uncomfortable. I don’t know if I’m the right fit for the job.”
“Rubbish. I saw the look on your face. While I don’t condone terrifying young children, as Holly said, the little shit deserved it. That’s the look I want my enforcer to have. Saves trouble that way.”
“Besides,” Jezebel added. “You didn’t say anything to him, and you didn’t touch him. No harm, no foul.” Then she grinned. “And, the little shit deserved it. I’ll go make sure the kid gets more in his stocking than coal.”
“I need to clean up.” I stood and snagged Hope’s hand. “Come help me change.”
“You have fifteen minutes, then I’m sending Wrath after you,” El Diablo called out to me as I hurried out of the common room with Hope.
“What are you doing? You don’t need my help!” She looked over her shoulder and gestured toward the party. “I’m Santa’s Elf! I have to keep the kids entertained while Santa’s gone!”
“Relax, sweetheart. It’ll only take fifteen minutes. Besides, you’ve been at it all day. I’m bettin’ you need to freshen up.”
She turned back to me, narrowing her eyes as we got to the door of our room. “Does freshening up have anything to do with me removing my costume?”
I gave her a lopsided grin. “Only your panties. Been dyin’ to see up your skirt all fuckin’ day.”
I closed the door and hurried to the bathroom to get rid of my boots and pants. Fucking things were ridiculous anyway. When I came back to the bedroom, I reached for her, pulling her skirt up and sliding her panties down her hips. “Max!”
“Shh. Need you, Hope.”
I knelt before her -- like she had me. “Pull up that sexy little skirt and let me see my pussy.”
As I’d known would happen, her breath hitched, and she opened her lips in an “O” of surprise. She had on a velvet skirt in bright green with some kind of soft, white, fluffy trim that came to above her knees. Likewise, her top matched, with big black buttons trimmed in gold down the front. The bodice showed a modest amount of cleavage, and she’d worn a black choker with a gold snowflake. She had green-and-white-striped stockings that came to below the skirt. Black ankle boots with gold buckles adorned her feet. She was the sexiest Elf I’d ever seen in my life.
She did as I asked, pulling the skirt up to her waist and holding it there. I gripped her thighs and swiped my tongue through her folds. “Fuck! You taste so fuckin’ good!”
Her whimper was musical. One hand left her skirt to yank off the damned Santa hat and tunnel through my hair. Since I’d introduced her to sex, Hope had become more assertive about asking for what she wanted. It wasn’t always with words, but when she gripped my head to guide my mouth and tongue where she wanted, I understood.