A Pucking Wrong Christmas (Pucking Wrong, #2.5)

by C.R. Jane

“I wish every day could be like Christmas,” I whispered.

Putting shiny things on the tree felt like a magical adventure with Mom, just like the stories in my books.

I found out later, in a drunken confession, Mom had sold all the presents that a “Secret Santa” had given us to chase another high. And I’d hated Christmas ever since.

He was out of his mind. But I guess I already knew that… And so was I.

“For some reason I thought Halloween was your favorite.” Lincoln lifted his head up to stare at me with those golden eyes of his. Amused. Very amused. “And why’s that?” he asked innocently before he suddenly bit down on my nipple, making me writhe on the bed. “Because you’re kind of a psycho.” “A psycho, huh?” he asked, moving his mouth to my other breast. “Definitely.”

"You like how crazy I am about you, baby." His tongue slowly slid through my folds. "You like that I have to begin and end my days in your sweet pussy. That I can't concentrate on anything else. That all I think about is how much I want you, need you, fucking love you.”

A thrill ran through me as I saw the last of my name disappearing inside me, a mark he carried with him everywhere, right along with the ring on his finger that he refused to ever take off.

"Tell me that you love that I'm a psycho for you," he suddenly demanded,

His possessiveness and dark devotion were everything to me. He was everything to me.

I stared down at my beautiful girl, my cock still buried deep inside of her. What had she just said? And why didn’t I know that about her? I thought I knew everything about Monroe at this point.

“Do I have to tell you everything?” “Yes,” I replied simply. “That’s how this works. You tell me what hurts. And I make it better.”

She squirmed and I sighed. Another breakfast with an erection pushing against her ass.

“What the fuck⁠—” “It’s my dick in a box,” he said in a completely serious voice. “Want to unwrap it?”

“When I say ‘fuck my mouth,’ I mean I don’t want to breathe anything but your pussy. Got that, sunshine?”

I moaned as I licked along his shaft like it was my favorite lollipop.

“Linc threatened ‘Little Ari’ with bodily harm if he rode on the plane with Monroe without him,” Walker supplied helpfully.

Ari smacked my ass. “Disney, I can’t keep my hands off of her. I’m addicted. #sorrynotsorry.”

I’d once promised her if she ever wore another man’s jersey…I would kill him. Unfortunately in this case…I loved the fucker.

“Down boy,” Ari muttered to me as he passed by. I growled at him and he snorted. “Nick Soto,” I muttered under my breath, forcing myself to think of the carrot topped troll who played in LA., to make sure my hard dick didn’t scare the maître d'.

I had her name inked on my dick for fuck’s sake. She owned me.

“I said I would make you happy. And happiness is a process. One that I intend to succeed at Every. Fucking. Day.”

“There isn’t a part of you I’m not going to heal. It’s the only thing I want in life, to make you happier than you’ve ever been,”