Can he tell that I’m using him the way that so many men have used me? Probably. There’s definitely something passing between us as I bury my fingers in his chest, using his body as leverage to fuck him. He never once comments on my weight. If I’m too heavy for himas I drop down, the only reaction I get is in the way he grunts and groans and demands more.
He cups my tits, carrying their weight as I alternate between bouncing and slamming down on him, letting out some of the impotent rage I’ve been carrying around with me for so long.
“Yes, Starling. Just like that,” he orders and, fuck it, Iobey. “I knew it. From the moment I first saw you… I knew you’d be motherfucking perfect.”
I whimper at the wordperfectand how he actually sounds like he means it, humiliation and longing tangling together until I can barely think about anything other than the hold this man has on my body, even with me being on top.
He thrusts up at the same time as he squeezes. I guess I forgot to stop moving for a second and he decided it was his turn to fuck me. “That sound you just made?” he adds, amused. “That’s my favorite kind of Christmas music. Who needs ‘Jingle Bells’ when Noelle Halliday is clutching my cock and whimpering in pleasure?”
I squeeze my eyes shut, cheeks burning. Know why? Because that’sexactlywhat I’m doing.
I’m not sure what happens after that. Some of my fight seeps out of me even as the pressure in my lower half… the need to finally orgasm… becomes my sole goal. As though he can tell I’m close and, this time, he’s not cuckolding me by stopping what he was doing right before I do, Patrick suddenly flips our positions.
Now I’m on my back, an ankle up by my ear as he thrusts in and out. His other hand is shoved under his sweater—mysweater—as he rubs my clit, helping me get to the finish line.
“That’s it, Starling. Let yourself go. Trust me. I’ll be right here to catch you.”
Maybe he will. Maybe, now that he blackmailed me into sleeping with a serial murderer… an unhinged assassin… he’ll put me out of my misery. I don’t know what’s worse: the idea that he will, or the suspicion that this wasn’t enough. That, even after I ‘repaid’ him, he’ll never let me go.
I don’t know, but as he drops down on top of me, burying his cock to the hilt inside of me before roaring out my name as he comes, I wouldn’t be surprised if they heard his possessive claim all the way down at the resort.
THIRTEEN
FOREVER
PATRICK
I’ve never fucked outdoors before. In a car, sure. But out in the open? While the snow flurries around us on Christmas Eve, the moon shining brightly while the colored lights bathe her pale skin in reds and yellows, blues and greens? It’s so nice that I can have a brand new experience with my Starling, even if my cock feels like an icicle without her heat to keep me warm.
Once I’ve finished, I can’t afford the luxury of lingering in the afterglow of my climax. Even though having Noelle Halliday sprawled out on my chest is like having the best fucking blanket ever, all she has is my sweater to keep her covered. Let me freeze. I could deal with it. But Noelle? I warmed her up all right,getting her hot enough that she was willing to fuck me hard into the ice-covered snow, but now that she’s coming down from her own high… it’s time to head back to the chalet.
After palming her ass, squeezing her flesh with enough desire that I’m nearly ready to rebound and take her again, I reluctantly get up and tuck my stirring cock into my pants. Then, retrieving her leggings and her boots, I help her get dressed.
Noelle doesn’t ask me to. Honestly? She probably doesn’t want me to. Her hands are shaking slightly, and her eyes are heavy-lidded even as she gazes up at me, a dazed look in her pretty brown eyes.
After stealing a quick kiss that she doesn’t deny me, I adjust the sweater, tugging the hem down over her hips with care. Bending before her, I slip her feet back into her boots, lacing them up and tying them snugly, all while she stares somewhere over my shoulder like she’s already bracing for what comes next.
When I stand up again, she finally looks dead at me.
“That’s five,” she murmurs. Not defiant. Not hopeful. Just…tired.
I study her face for a moment, then give her a small shrug. “Is it?”
Her brow furrows. “You said?—”
“I said I wanted five things,” I correct my Starling. “Not that we’d be done when you decided you were. And, by my count, I only got four of the five.”
She opens her mouth. I’m prepared for her to ask what the fifth one is, but before she can, a gust of wind blows past us, sending her wild red hair flying around her face. She gasps, her teeth chittering, her body jolting as the cold slams into her.
Yeah. That’s enough of that.
“Come, Noelle. It’s time to finish up our Christmas Eve together.”
The snow is still falling gently as we walk back toward the chalet. She doesn’t fight me when I guide her, but she doesn’t lean into me either. There’s a careful distance she’s trying to preserve, like space itself is the last thing she owns, but I’m a greedy motherfucker. I slip my arm around her shoulder, tugging her close until there isn’t an inch between us.
“Tomorrow’s Christmas,” she says as we pass the snow-covered cars on our approach to the chalet. “I have the chalet rented for three more days after that. I want you to leave on the twenty-sixth.”
I almost smile. Even after she was begging me to fuck her, Noelle is quick to kick me out again. She’s given me her obedience. Her body, too. I don’t have her trust yet, or her love, but that’s okay.
