His Christmas Vixen Read Online C.C. Monroe

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
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“I mean, I can always change. You’re right. It’s too much.” She turns to walk away, but that isn’t what she’s really doing. The bodysuit is a thong, and her fucking ass is a sight. Round, bitable, and all fucking mine. The heels she wears make her ass stick out a bit more, and I remember the plans I have for that ass this weekend, and they’ll be put to full fruition.

A night of raw, sinful, and hard fucking. Places I have dreamed of taking Hanna to but have yet to explore with her. We have been together a few years now, and while we have done things that would make old ladies clutch their pearls, there are still things I want to say would make her feel like the sluttiest fucktoy, the sexiest vixen, and the most wanted woman to have ever walked amongst men.

Tonight, she will scream out for more of me. I will push her past limits she’s never been before.

“Hanna,” I challenge, my hands tightening and my teeth grinding. I want her, but with… a twist.

“Theo?” She looks over her shoulder, placing her hand on the frame of the living room door.

“You’re trying to get me to take you, and you know I will without any hesitating.”

“I do. But my body is too beautiful for just anyone. Do you think you deserve it, Theo?”

My eyes narrow, and I grit out, "Every fucking inch. And that’s Sir to you, puppet. Now take off the heels and turn off the lights.”

Slowly turning, she looks me in the eye, and I don’t miss her deep swallow, the fear and thrill building in her eyes like the snow outside. The grimace I give her tells her all she needs to know. The show is about to begin, and it’s all because of what she started.

As she steps out of her heels, I watch her body shake with anticipation, and I see it all the way from here.

“What… what are you going to do to me, Theo?”

I’m still dressed in my suit for what was going to be our expensive night on the town. Now, I need it to work with me while I chase my woman around this cabin. A cat-and-mouse game, where I’ll get to collect my meal at the end.

Reaching over, I turn off the light nearest to me, and she does the same, leaving the downstairs dark with the exception of the Christmas lights from the tree and the flames from the fireplace.

“You said your body is to be earned. Why don’t we make a fun game out of it? Wouldn’t that be fun, baby?” My question is menacing, and I watch it overtake her and sink in.

“Theo…?” she trails off.

“Run,” I growl, low and powerful.

“Theo. Ah!” she screams when I set into motion, and she turns and runs. I don’t follow as quickly as I could, because I would have her in my hands within seconds. The cabin is spacious, but my strides can handle more.

“Theo!” The lights are off, and it makes the game a bit more challenging. I follow her thrilled breaths and her trembling voice when she cries out for me to not chase her.

“I think you like this.” We make it to the kitchen on opposite ends, a large island separating us. I look her over like she’s my prey, and I can see the Christmas lights from the windowsill outside glinting in her eyes. Hanna is my prey, and I’m her captor. Her chest rises and falls, her large breasts trembling as each breath escapes.

“Bad girl, running while liking it. Look at you.” I slowly move around the counter, and she matches my steps, always staying parallel to me.

“W-What will you do if you catch me?”

I stop and put one hand in my suit pocket, and the other hand rubs at my beard. "Oh, puppet. I’m going to make your makeup run, make your ass turn a deep scarlet, and your pussy will feel my imprint for days. And to top it all off, you will be at my mercy.”

“Bu—”

She cuts off when I move again as she screeches, and she starts heading up the stairs.

“Lock that door and I'll fucking break it down, Hanna.” Just as I get to the top, our eyes meet, and then she slams the door. I hurry and lurch forward to reach for the knob, finding she, in fact, locked it.

My naughty little vixen. She wants me to break things, become unhinged, destroying all the things in my path to get to her. Ever since she found her warranted confidence, she has become kinetic with new desire. With all new wants I have never seen in a woman. I’ve met my match.

I bang on the door, one hand on the handle as I bring my forehead down to the wood. I tsk at her. “Come on, baby. Be a good girl and open the door for me. You wouldn’t really want me to break it now, would you?”


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