The Man Who Has No Sight Read online Victoria Quinn (Soulless #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Soulless Series by Victoria Quinn
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79509 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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I sat beside him and reached for a cookie from the center of the table. I took a big bite then returned it. “Now he’ll know Santa really came because you would never eat a cookie.” I smiled then ripped off the wrapping until I got to the box underneath. There was a Santa hat on top of red lingerie…very slutty lingerie. “Santa wants me to have this?”

He grinned, that handsome smile that made all women swoon. “I guess so.”

I put the hat on my head then picked up the lace so I could take a look at it. “Wow…I guess I’ve been naughty this year.” I returned it to the box. “And red heels…the whole outfit.”

His arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me close, his mouth next to mine. “Put it on for me.” His hand moved into my hair, and he pushed it back, looking at my lips like he wanted to kiss me hard. Lingerie on Christmas wasn’t original, but it was romantic, that he wanted me, wanted me to wear this for him so he could enjoy me until Christmas morning.

It made me feel sexy. It made me feel cherished. It made me feel loved. “Tell Santa I said thank you.”

He brought my face close to his and kissed me, a slow and seductive kiss, his fingers digging farther into my hair. He moved his mouth to the corner of mine then trailed hot kisses to my neck. “I want you on your hands and knees when I walk in there.”

I liked it when he was like this, when he used me to fulfill his fantasies. I picked up the box and walked into the bedroom before I changed. I slipped on the heels, adjusted the hat, and then got on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder as I waited.

He walked in a moment later, shutting the door behind himself as he stared at me, his brown eyes intense, dirty, lustful. He slowly walked toward me as he pulled his sweater over his head, revealing his chiseled body. His jeans came next, his boxers last. With his cock throbbing and hard, he stepped up behind me, grabbing me by the neck and keeping my gaze on his. “Fuck.” He guided his dick to my entrance and slid inside me while he gripped my neck, pushing until his balls were the only thing left. He let his dick sit inside me for a bit, like he was enjoying the entrance, savoring the tightness. He released my neck and grabbed my hips, slowly moving in and out, like he was just feeling me, looking down at my perky ass and the deep curve in my back. After a quiet moan, his fingers dug into my flesh harder, and then he pounded into me hard, making me call out with every thrust. He fucked me so hard that I couldn’t keep my mouth shut, so he grabbed the back of my neck and shoved my face into the sheets, so he could fuck me as hard as he wanted and muffle my cries. “Fuck…baby.”

When I woke up the next morning, I was a wreck.

My hair was a mess, my makeup was a shitshow, and I was still in the red lingerie I’d put on last night. The Santa hat was right beside me. I’d been too tired to do my nightly ritual before bed, and once the fucking was over, I went straight to sleep.

Deacon must have already been awake because he said, “Merry Christmas, baby.”

I turned my head and glanced at him, seeing him prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at me with messy hair, affectionate eyes. “Merry Christmas.” My eyes finally focused on his handsome face, seeing the love of my life at my side on this special morning. My holidays were always spent in isolation, waking up to an empty apartment that was cold because I didn’t want to pay extra to keep the place cozy. But now I woke up to this beautiful soul, the man who could make love to me so tenderly then fuck me like I meant nothing in the same night.

He moved on top of me, separating my thighs with his, his forehead resting against mine. He got me into position before he slid inside me, probably touching the come he’d released the night before, and rocked into me, so gentle, as if he were trying to make up for his aggression the night before.

My hands slid up his back and into his hair, and I rocked back into him, my body wet before I even woke up that morning. I looked into his eyes as I watched him make love to me, watched him look at me like there was no one else in the world who could ever take my place.


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