A Devilish Christmas (The Marchesi Family)

We learned her parents were dead, and she lived with her great-aunt who was bedridden. The wreath business and other crafts Miriam made were their only source of income.

When Devil checked in with Lucien, we also found out that the young man whose body had been left on our porch was a homeless teen who’d been doing odd jobs around town. Our family would see to it that he had a proper burial.

Oren and Giorgio agreed to take Miriam to her aunt’s house, and I promised her we would be in touch to help her and her aunt. Devil managed to tuck some money into her coat pocket before she left, and I knew he would make sure she got assistance from A Way Forward.

Devil shook his head as Giorgio and Oren drove away with Miriam. “What if we hadn’t found her? What if the next body—”

I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me. “I don’t want to think about that. I don’t want to think about anything right now but fucking you. I need to prove to myself your stupid-ass stunt didn’t get you killed.”

20

Devil

My cock responded immediately to Joe’s rough tone. Aggressive, angry Joe was exactly what I needed right then.

“It worked. We had to have a distraction.”

Joe gripped my wrist and yanked me up the porch steps and into our cabin. I loved that he was so hot for me he’d forgotten to be careful. Obviously, it would be better if my stitches didn’t tear, but either way, I’d survive. Not touching Joe? I wouldn’t survive that.

He was furious with me, and I’d known he would be when I’d offered myself to Donaldson. I’d also known Joe would take it out on me in bed, just the way I liked it.

As soon as he kicked the door shut behind us, he slid his hands into my hair to hold me in place while he kissed me fiercely. I opened for him, sucking on his tongue, moaning, and thrusting my hips against his. He seized my ass cheeks and drew me tight against him.

“Don’t you dare do anything that will hurt you.”

“Baby, I don’t care. I just want you.”

He maneuvered us until we were standing in front of the Christmas tree. Despite his obvious desire to move quickly, he undressed me carefully, never once hurting me. Then he stripped out of his own clothes so fast I heard seams rip.

He pulled me to him again, wrapped his hand around both our cocks, and began working us with harsh strokes. I didn’t care that his rough touch hurt without lube. I didn’t care about anything but getting off with him whether it was with his hand around me, his mouth on me, or his cock buried in my ass. I just needed him. I needed to know he was safe and here with me, and we could finally just enjoy each other.

He let go of our dicks and looked up at me. “I want you on your knees sucking my cock. I want to feel your mouth around me. I want to know you’re here and that you’ll do anything for me. I want to punish you for what you did.”

His demands made me dizzy. “God yes, choke me with your cock.”

“Kneel.”

I managed not to wince as I lowered myself to the ground. I was just able to reach my coat from that position. I pulled it to me, extracted the Santa hat, and put it on.

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

The look of horror on Joe’s face disappeared when I licked the length of his cock. I pulled him into my mouth, swallowing him down, taking all of him. He thrust in and out brutally, making me gag, cutting off my air, and I wanted all of it. I wanted him to use me. I wanted him to punish me because we both enjoyed it, not because I was sorry. I would do the same thing again. Joe had put himself at risk, and I would’ve done anything to keep him safe from Donaldson.

By the time Joe pulled his cock from my mouth and stepped back, my throat was sore and my jaw ached. It was glorious. “If I get hard the next time I see a Santa hat, you’re going to pay for it.”

I grinned up at him. “Gladly.”

“Lie down on your back,” he ordered. “Carefully.”

I did as he said, easing myself onto my side, then rolling to my back. I brought my knees up and widened them so Joe could fit between them.

He took a pillow from the couch and helped me slide it under my hips. Then he found a packet of lube in his pants pocket. I watched him as he tore it open and squirted it straight onto his cock. As he worked his hand up and down, I reached for my own shaft, needing to be touched.