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“The princess shall have what the princess wants,” Damien mocks, grabbing the chainsaw from the sled. “Don’t be a brat.” “Shut up,” I mutter under my breath. Without warning, Damien grabs my jaw, tracing his gloved thumb over my lips. “What was that?” he asks, staring at me. His piercing blue eyes leave my knees weak. “You’re the best,” I murmur playfully, gazing up at him. “Daddy.” “Yeah.” He crookedly grins, leaning into me. “That’s what I thought.”
“This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” I say. Micah turns back to look at me. “I don’t know about that.” “Okay. Name one thing more beautiful than this.” His hand grips my thigh, just above my knee. “You, Quinn,” he tells me. “You.”
“That’s it, baby,” he praises. “Fucking take it. Take this cock like a good girl.”
“Fuck,” he snarls behind his mask, eyes narrowed. “Good.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Girl.”
“Before I was yours—” “You were always ours,” Damien sharply breathes, tightening his hold on me. “Let’s make that very clear.”
“We’ve lived in darkness for so long,” Damien says, grazing his lips against the crook of my neck, trailing down to my collarbone. “You are the only light we have.”
‘Tis the season for giving, and especially receiving.
The silence is deafening, until the door opens unexpectedly. Damien, Jensen, and Micah all stand before me wearing Santa hats. Only Santa hats. My nipples pucker at the festive sight. Holy, not so silent, night. “Close your mouth, Quinn,”
“We made a list, little Quinn,” Damien whispers beside my ear. “We checked it twice,” Jensen adds, twirling the lights around my arm, pulling tight. “And it turns out that,” Micah hesitates, binding my other arm as well. “Our pretty little slut has been naughty.”
“Naughty girls get choked.” “Do it,” I gasp, and a heated desire ignites within his eyes. “Choke me, daddy.”
“I want all of you, Ghost. Even your demons.” “Do you trust me?” “With everything in me.”
“You look so fucking hot with my hand around your throat, Quinn. I can’t take it.”
“Yes. Choke on daddy’s dick. Fuck.” Gathering the loose strands of my hair, he brushes them away from my face. “You’re so good at sucking my cock.”
I’d give anything in the world to watch this as a bystander. Here I am, bound with Christmas lights, getting railed and gagged by my three masked men. And even better, we all come together. It couldn’t get any more festive than this.
“I’d do anything for her.” I nod. We wouldn’t just give her the world. We’d give her the skin off our bones. Anything for Quinn.
“Now be a good little slut, and fucking come for me,” I command, rocking my hips. “Before I carve each of our initials into your skin as a reminder of who you belong to.”
She loves it. The pain. The pleasure. The mixture of them together. She can’t get enough.
“Look at us, your little pets, sitting at your feet,” he says. “Use me, Quinn. Use all of us. We have no limits when it comes to you.”
“You’re such a dirty girl,” he bites out, bringing me down faster. “You’re going to make me come so fucking hard, baby.” “Come for me, daddy.”
We couldn’t get any closer than this, yet together, we’ve somehow become one.
“We all have our demons,” Damien says, grazing his fingertips over the initials carved into my skin on my hip. “And sometimes, they consume us.”
What was once lust, has now turned into undying passion.
“Are you cold?” “No,” I press, bringing him closer. “I’m melting.” “That’s it, baby,” Micah purrs, pressing a tender kiss on my shoulder. “Our good girl,” Jensen says beside my ear, and I shut my eyes, drowning in pure bliss. “Melt for us,” Damien breathes.
