I laugh because it’s true. As much as we like to fuck, Stella is always ready to go.
I place her food on the table and walk over to her, taking her hand and directing her to her seat. I pull out her chair and gesture for her to sit. “Your cunt will be accessible to me at all times. Legs on the armrests. Also, every bite you take, you dip in the sauce first.”
“What’s the sauce, Ronan?” she asks.
He shrugs. “Our cum.”
She rolls her eyes and sits down in the position I instructed. The three of us take our seats at the table. I impale a mushroom on my fork and shove it into her pussy before placing it in my mouth.
Stella glares at me. “You’ve got your special sauce, and I’ve got mine.” She eats her food, dipping each bite in the cum sauce. “You’re all fucked in the head.”
“We know,” Axel says. “And you love us.”
She nods. “God help me, I do.”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Sweet Girl, God is too frightened to be around us.”
I pull out a red box from my pocket and place it before her. “Christmas isn’t until tomorrow, but we wanted you to have this now.”
She places her fork down and tentatively opens the box. “A key?”
I smile, happy I’m in a position to do this for her. Growing up, I never had much. A junkie mother didn’t make for a stable life. Unlike Stella, my mom wasn’t just poor; she was poor and useless. I was more of a parent than she was. Owning a house was the best thing that happened to me until Stella. I want her to have that stability and comfort.
“The key to the cabin. We bought it for you. We understand it was hard growing up with your mom the way you did, never having a home that was yours. Now you’ve got something for you. The deed is in your name. None of us are included. This is all yours. You can hire an interior decorator to do whatever you want with the place.”
She looks up at me, her eyes glowing. “You guys.”
“We love you, Stella. We want you to have everything you’ve ever dreamed of and all the things you never thought you could.”
Her eyes move from me to Ronan and Axel, who look at her like she’s the rising sun.
“I love you. All of you. What did I do to deserve you?”
“Fuck like a fucking hell demon,” Axel jokes. “Kitten, you deserve better than us. But unfortunately for you, we love you so damn much, and we won’t let you find him.”
“We love you, Rabbit.”
Psycho Santa
Mikhail and Bree can be found in…
Chapter 1
Bree
Ican’t breathe, and he doesn’t seem to care. His fingers dig into my flesh, and his palm forces my throat shut. He’s never gone this far before.
The remnants of my fight are visible on his skin. My claw marks are a brand on his hand. He didn’t care when I tore into his flesh as I gasped, needing air.
His tongue lashes at my pussy as confusion sets in. I’m unsure what demonic state I’m in that the desire to orgasm duels with the need to take my last breath.
He lifts his head, half his face covered with a Krampus mask, black with horns peeking out, and a pentagram carved at his forehead. The bottom exposed part of his face is drenched in my blood while a jolly red Santa hat is perched on the top of his head.
His tongue darts out and licks the crimson off his lips. “Your blood is intoxicating.”
Humiliation floods my body at his words. He’s been down there, teasing me, holding me at the brink of orgasm, and fucking my pussy with his tongue while I’m on my period.
“Please.”