I took a deep breath and looked at Damian who had risen from his seat on the couch. He looked ready to fight anyone who said anything negative about me, and that gave me courage. No matter what happened right now, he cared, and he would have my back. I knew it down to my bones.
“I’m sorry that you created some sort of measuring stick between us, Khloe. I never wanted it. You forced it yourself and on me. I’m sorry you made a mess of your own life, and you need someone to blame it on. It won’t be me any longer, though.
“I’m not perfect, and I have my own insecurities. The only time I’ve ever felt even close to the perfect you imagine me to be is when I’m with that man.” I pointed toward Damian. “It’s time you start looking at the blessings in your life, Big Sister—like the beautiful little boy in there that loves you more than anything in this world, and the fact that you have parents that have stood by you through thick and thin when you didn’t deserve it and neither did I.
“I love you. You’re my sister, and you will always be my sister, but I will no longer be your excuse and the scapegoat as to why your life is so damn hard.”
My sister stared at me like someone she had never seen before, and it felt good to finally get that off my chest. To finally say enough is enough.
“Merry Christmas, Mama.” I said giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
I went in the family room and said goodbye to my dad and grandpa, not really looking them in the eye. Yeah, the man that I loved was the owner of a sex club, but that wasn’t all he was. He was warm, kind, caring, strong, and protective. He was gentle when he needed to be and firm when he had to be. Damian was more than just one thing, and so was I.
I wasn’t just the good girl. I was the bad girl, wild child, too. I just needed the right man to bring her out of me.
Chapter Nine
Kendall
Christmas, one yearlater...
“Hey there Santa Man.” I went up behind my husband and wrapped my arms around him as he sat at his desk, the familiar Santa coat he wore when I first met him was already on his shoulders.
“Mmm, my bad girl is feeling frisky tonight.” He took my hand and pulled it to his mouth placing a kiss on the back of my fingers near the rock he gave me one year ago on Christmas day.
“Uh huh,” I smiled and leaned down over the back of his office chair to nibble on his earlobe. “Very frisky. And I’m not wearing any panties.” I whispered and giggled when he pulled me around and straight into his lap.
“Tell me, what does Santa’s bad girl want for Christmas this year?” he held me close as his hand slid up between my thighs to find my slit already dewy with need.
“I don’t know that you’ll do it.” I sighed as his fingers gently stroked my core. He was teasing me, and I loved every second of it, but I had something I’d seen in the club that I wanted to try with him.
“You won’t know until you ask, Sweetness.” He slid his finger deep inside me forcing my legs a little wider as he played with my pussy.
I could feel the hard length of his cock pressing into my ass and I wiggled my hips wishing I could move positions, but his hold was too tight.
“You know I love when you tie me down and devour me until I’m screaming, crying, or sometimes both.”