Step-Santa (Wanting What’s Wrong #7) Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Mafia, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Wanting What's Wrong Series by Dani Wyatt
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
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“You flirt with any man, understand you are signing his death warrant. That’s a lot of responsibility, I know, but I can’t stop what I feel. You hold the fate of men in your hands, Carina, you will be a serial killer without ever getting blood on your hands.”

My inner walls squeeze as his teeth pinch on my earlobe, his erection against my bare bottom. His hands slide up under my fuzzy sweater to grip my breasts as I arch my back, laying my head back against his shoulder, my body begging for more of what my he gives me.

“I’ll only flirt with you, Papa. I promise.”

“Damn fucking right,” he replies, but my heart is breaking.

“Papa.” I start, my body going rigid as he meets my eyes in the mirror.

“What’s wrong?” He ease back, the intensity in his eyes changing, sensing I’m uneasy.

“It’s dumb, but—”

“Nothing is dumb if it’s bothering you, what? Ask, tell me, right now.”

“You and—” I gather my bravery. “You don’t have something going on…with Lucy.”

His eyes turn dark and he physically winces. “No. No, no, no, no. Why would you think…”

I shrug, his body inching back from mine. “I saw you guys look at each other, like you had a secret, I just, guess it made me wonder.”

“Never, I haven’t touched a woman in so fucking long. You are it. Lucy is special, but not like you. I have zero interest in any other female and I won’t. For the rest of my life. I swear on my life.”

I release a calming breath, the look on his face enough to convince me. “I believe you. I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t ruin our little moment.”

“Never. And, I bet that teasing little cunt of yours is still as wet as I think it is.”

His rough hand leaves one of my breasts to delve into the clutching heat between my legs as I push back, opening myself for him. He kicks my legs apart, fingers pushing, pressing, entering as his hot breath, scented with peppermint schnapps, heats my shoulder.

“Soaking. Messy, dripping, horny little girl for her old man.” I turn my head and meet his eyes in the mirror as his fingers wiggle on my clit, making me hiss and bite into my cheek.

“Only for you, Papa,” I mumble, his hips bucking against my bottom as his brow cinches tight, his fingers on my breast digging in as I labor to breathe, my legs trembling, knowing this is what I want.

Not just the soft lovemaking. I want this. Hard and demanding and dangerous.

“Time that mouth learned what my thick candy cane tastes like. You do a good job, I’m going to give you a nice surprise at the end. Now, get ready, baby, Santa wants his cock sucked.”

CHAPTER 11

Gennero

She is perfect. I almost hate myself for being so rough with her. So vile and degrading, but from the way her pussy is streaming down her leg, my little granddaughter likes her old man filthy.

“Tell me that sweet slit of yours isn’t getting sloppy thinking of taking Papa’s cock in your mouth.”

I drive my fingers into her clutching walls as the warmth of her orgasm leaks down my hand. “Papa, please.” She trembles against my chest, her face smashed into the mirror as I fill her with two thick fingers, banging against her pubic bone with the force of the finger fuck until she’s stuttering and slipping down the glass.

I grab her around her waist, slipping my slick fingers from her seizing opening, then ease her onto her knees, her eyes unseeing, body limp.

“You’re on the naughty list, but luckily you can do something nice for Papa and be a good girl again. Now, open those pretty lips, I’m going to feed you some Feliz Navi-Dick.”

What I don’t tell her, but I will someday when we are settled and this whole charade of hiding and pretending is behind us, is I gave her one of my firsts as well.

This.

Never have I let a woman put her mouth on my cock.

Childhood trauma you could say.

See, my father, God rest his dark soul, taught me everything I know about being a cold-hearted bastard in our world, told me more times than I care to count about how he would take care of his enemies in a way they never saw coming.

Find a woman. The prettiest one you could find with the biggest debt hanging over her head.

Send her on a mission. Get your enemy's cock in her mouth, then…bring it back to him in a paper sack.

Carina’s mouth will be the first for me. The only one I trust.

“Take me out. Slow. I want to watch and remember every second.”

There’s shuffling outside the dressing room, a soft knock.

“Fuck off.” I grimace, dropping a hand to palm the top of Carina’s head, keeping her focused. “When I want your help, you’ll fucking know. Now, fuck off.”


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