Deck the Halls, Daddy
Vanessa Vice, Ellie Rowe
Now she calls me Sir.
It starts with a kiss under the mistletoe. Wrong girl. Wrong place. Wrong name on her lips.
But the moment she melts into me, I know I’m not letting her go.
She dated him.
Now she obeys me.
She thinks this is a mistake. That I’ll stop. That I’ll remember who she used to be.
But I don’t care about the past. I care about the way she moans when I touch her. I care about the way she kneels when I say her name.
I’m not here to redeem her.
I’m here to ruin her for every man who ever thought he had a chance.
Let them gossip. Let my son find out.
Let Christmas burn.
Because the only thing I want under my tree… is her on her knees.
Read on for a scandalous age gap, Christmas punishments, ruined ornaments, and a love that will melt your worries away. HEA Guaranteed.
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