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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“Say the word or I’m going to keep fucking you until I come again and you lose fucking consciousness. You feel too good to stop.”

“Theo, don’t make me have to.”

He slams harder, as if using his thrust to emphasize his words. “Don’t then. Let go and keep taking me, and come again when I tell you to.” One of my legs is released, and I am relieved as I go to lift it, but I’m halted when he reaches between us and slaps my clit.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I come again.

What is happening? How is he doing this? How is the pain this pleasurable?

He slams my leg back down and slowly slides in and out of me, the opposite of what he was just doing moments ago. The contrast confuses my wires, crossing and tangling them. I swear I leave my body then, feeling overwhelmed. I go limp, and my eyes begin to close, the darkness overtaking me, and once he comes again, we both groan out the word.

“Sirius.”

And like that, I fall into a slumber. Fucked out of orbit, back down to earth, and then to sleep.

Chapter Five

Theo

The moment I came again, alongside Hanna, we both fell into a deep sleep. The way she took all the things I gave her like such a good girl, she deserves an award for that. A day at the spa, then a week’s-worth of uninterrupted slumber. She deserves the stars and the moon.

How lucky am I to have met a woman to match my insatiable hunger for fucking and doing it in such a brutal, rough way? I awoke sometime in the middle of the night and cleaned up our mess. Then I pressed a warm towel between her legs and cleaned her. Hanna didn’t wake, but she made little sounds of appreciation in her sleep.

When I crawled back into bed, she nuzzled into me. The warmth of her on this chilly night put me right back under.



The rising sun peeks through the window, hitting me right in the face and waking me up. I look up at the clock above the bedroom fireplace and see it’s 9:00 a.m. But something is missing.

Hanna.

Sitting up, I look around and see the clear view of the bathroom. She’s not there, but the mirrors are fogged up, letting me know she just showered.

I hear some noise downstairs. It’s her laugh, and it’s accompanied by another I know well. My sister’s. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stand and put my sleep pants on with my hoodie. I head to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and rinse my face off, doing my best to be as awake as possible. I’m exhausted from all we did yesterday. My woman knows how to knock my ass down a few pegs. I didn’t meet my match; I met my maker.

Opening the bedroom door, I smell coffee and sausage. My stomach growls. I need the refueling.

“Mom and Dad should be here soon. If they don’t kill each other first,” I hear Brenda say as I round the corner. The sight of Hanna nearly knocks me on my ass. Her hair is still wet and slicked back, her face bare and fresh, and she’s wearing a white silk robe that hugs her body.

“Morning, sunshine!” Brenda says, always chipper.

Hanna looks over her shoulder and gives me a shy smile. I bet she’s replaying all the ways I scandalized her body last night.

She and I both.

“Morning, B.” I kiss my sister’s head, then move to Hanna. Wrapping my arms around her body, I place my hands on her stomach and knead the skin gently. I whisper in her ear, “How is your body feeling today, baby? You need me to take care of you?”

Turning, she lazily kisses my lips. “No, I feel great. I promise, baby,” she assures me, and I suck on her neck, knowing I’m leaving a mark.

“I’m not a prude, but can I not watch you two act like animals?”

We laugh, and I step back, but not before I give Hanna a soft tap on her ass.

“Oh God. What’s that like?” Brenda groans as I join her at the kitchen island.

“What’s what like?” I ask, taking the coffee as Hanna hands it to me.

“Being in love and obsessed with each other?” My sister hasn’t dated in years. There was one guy, but he turned out to be controlling, and we helped her get out of that one fast.

“The dating pool is terrible in Cherry Hill,” Hanna says.

“Clearly. Maybe I should move to New York, have a man fall for me while he hides the secret that—”

“Hey, watch it,” I warn.

“I will let that one slide. Just give it time, Brenda. He’s out there. Probably reading your file right now,” Hanna adds to the joke.

“Don’t make me ask her to leave so I can turn that gorgeous ass red,” I tease.


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