‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds (A Holiday romance Book 1)
‘Tis the season of Wicked Deeds: Chapter 15

I’m a boneless puddle, floating in subspace as Kingston quietly fixes my clothes until I’m marginally presentable. Nothing can be done about my flushed face, though. I’m in one of the snowiest cities in the world, yet my entire body is scorching.

I’ve never been edged and made to come so hard in my entire life.

I didn’t think it was even possible. It was a myth to me.

Hell, Kingston put my vibrators to shame. They’re nothing against Kingston’s expert mouth and fingers. His filthy talk. His dominance.

“Are you okay, darling?”

Now he’s back to being my sweet and caring guy. Why is he so perfect and everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy? My poor heart can’t handle it.

“Is this a good kind of speechless or should I be worried?” he teases, cupping my cheeks and kissing them one by one. My skin sizzles where his lips—still wet from my orgasm—touch.

Catching his lips with mine, I kiss him hard, tasting myself, and whisper, “I want to do it again, even at the risk of not being able to sit for a week.”

His smile brushes against mine, before kissing me back sweetly. “Do you really think I’ll stop after one taste? This was for me, so I don’t lose my mind and shred every last bit of my control. I had been dying to taste you ever since I saw you across that restaurant, Twinkle.”

“Me too,” I confess. “I hated that you were meant for my best friend.”

I’ve never envied Tina but on that date, I did.

He shakes his head vehemently, eviscerating the lingering doubt that he is the one for her, and promising in a raspy, honest voice, “I am yours.”

Only for the next seven days.

I smile, caressing his jaw. “I’m a lucky girl.”

“And every bit as kinky as me,” he growls, squeezing my ass until I whimper in delicious pain. “Knowing what you crave and watching how you fell apart for me, I’m going to push your limits harder until you can’t think of pleasure without my name.”

I can’t tell the difference anymore.

Whether his cravings are depraved.

Or mine.

Circling my arms around his neck, I seductively purr against his lips, “I’m already starting to, King.”

I squeal in delight when he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his trim waist as he walks toward the kitchen door. “Another minute alone with you and I’ll end up fucking you here.”

“Not a bad idea,” I whisper in his ear, biting on his pierced earlobe.

Wrenching my head back with a fist in my hair, he roughly says, “The first time I fuck your sweet pussy, it won’t be where anyone can walk in. But they might, because once my cock is inside your cunt, I’m making my home there, with you on your back for hours, whether at our charming little chalet or otherwise. Your throat hoarse from screaming my name.”

“Where are we going now?” I demand, feeling empty and turned on. In a hopeful and pleading tone, I ask, “My cabin?”

“As much as I’d love to be inside you, darling,” he murmurs. “I can’t have you starving. You haven’t eaten anything all morning.”

“Neither have you.”

He arches one eyebrow arrogantly. “Do you have a short-term memory, stubborn girl?”

“That doesn’t count.”

“It does,” he counters smugly. “I could live off of the taste of your pussy alone.”

“I might not survive for long.”

A dirty glint darkens his pupils. Tugging me against a very unmistakable bulge, he says, “I can think of something long and hard to feed you.”

Before I can form an equally filthy comeback, I pay attention to our surroundings and immediately hiss, “Put me down before Hilda sees us, Kingston.”

We’re a few steps away from entering the lobby. Although, I’m shocked nobody has caught us already. Despite my efforts, I wasn’t quiet the whole time. Especially not during the beginning of my very harsh spanking.

“Where is everyone?”

Kingston replies, “I gave everybody a half day off, except a few of the front desk and maintenance team, since it’s Christmas.”

“Such a good boss.” Narrowing my eyes playfully, I ask, “Why tell me to be quiet then?”

Stopping just next to the turn leading to the front, he crowds me against the wall. Caressing the pounding pulse near the base of my neck, he murmurs, “Because I wanted to witness how deep your need to submit and please runs. You’re strong and confident and beautiful, but I haven’t missed your shy reactions when I give you a command. I’m drawn to that spark the same way you’re attracted to my dominance.”

Like two pieces of a puzzle.

Whole when together.

“I’m also a territorial man, Twinkle,” he cockily admits. “Every little first of ours will be for me and me alone, before we let our deviant games begin.”

***

“You do realize this is stealing from your guests?”

“I deserve to have a taste of my girl’s delicious baking,” Kingston declares possessively, placing the banana bread, brownies, and heated pancakes he snuck away from the kitchen for us. “It would be unfair to let them enjoy it all.”

Fireworks erupt behind my ribs when he calls me his girl in that rich baritone, so casually like he’s been saying it for years. “Pretty sure it’s breaking a code or something.”

“I make my own codes.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I sass, rolling my eyes.

We’re sitting side by side in the dining area on the first floor. Another couple sits in the opposite corner, drinking coffee and besotted with each other.

Kingston’s woodsy cologne sinks into my lungs. His large hand rests on my upper thigh as he slides the hot chocolate shake he made for me and black coffee for himself onto the table.

Aside from the desserts, he also produced a typical Swiss breakfast spread containing two options of breads, Zopf and Bürli, served with margarine instead of butter and Swiss cheese. The beautiful spread makes my mouth water.

“What’s this?” I point to a small jar filled with an orangish liquid.

“Marmalade.” When I stare in question, he explains with a laugh, “It’s a substitute for honey. It’s made of bitter oranges and boiled sugar. Try it with the bread.”

I grab a piece of bread—Zopf—dip it into marmalade, and bring it to my mouth. I expect it to be too sweet but the taste that explodes on my tongue is the perfect balance and it’s utterly tasty. “Oh wow, this is yummy!”

Cutting another piece, I take a second bite and moan low in my throat. I’ll have to buy some to take home with me. Or learn the recipe.

A shiver dances down my spine when Kingston reaches out and swipes his thumb along the corner of my mouth.

I stare, mesmerized, when he licks it off. My stomach swirls with the memory of his tongue licking with the same enthusiasm between my thighs.

“You had some on your lip,” he says innocently.

“Hmm, if you say so.”

“I should warn you; I’m going to be using a lot of excuses to touch you whenever I please.”

“Oh really?”

“You bet.”

Flipping my hair, I grin, “I love a man obsessed.”

A rare dark glint sharpens his soft brown eyes, making my heart stutter, before he masks it by chuckling low and raspy. “A man obsessed also stops at nothing to possess the woman he wants to be his, darling.”

“He obviously hasn’t met a determined woman who will prove him wrong.”

“Or,” his silky voice dips low, “he is already two steps ahead and she doesn’t stand a chance.”

I smirk, sipping my drink. “I guess we’ll see.”

“We will,” he vows arrogantly.

Accepting the challenge with a daring lift of my chin, I sip my hot chocolate. His gaze falters, dropping to my lips as I lick the wetness left behind slowly and seductively.

The glass has barely touched the table’s surface when he pounces. My breath hitches at him yanking me closer by my chair. Without a care that the other couple will have a show, I’m ravaged in a punishing kiss.

Panting hard, I stare at his mouth.

“I’m so far ahead, you won’t be able to catch up, stubborn girl.”

I’m out of my senses, let alone capable of retorting a comeback. Pure satisfaction flits across his gaze at my loss of speech.

Sliding the dessert plate closer, he picks up a piece of the banana bread I baked and puts it in his mouth. The stark contrast is evident as he patiently chews, when a lingering breath ago, his movements were hard and rough against mine.

Mesmerized, I watch his throat work. His Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. The simplicity of him eating shouldn’t be so hot. Yet I can’t stop staring for the life of me.

Feeling a little jittery about whether he likes it or not—which is irrational considering his guests loved it—I hold my breath.

“It’s fucking delicious, Twinkle,” he praises, immediately taking another bite.

I smile really big, loving the sight of him enjoying it. “Thank you.”

The world’s opinion is easy to brush off, but when a person who’s close and whose opinion matters says something, it means the world to you.

The way Kingston’s compliment is affecting me—does it mean I’ve let him in and it’s already too late?

I don’t want to answer that question, scared out of my mind.

He feeds me a piece too, shaking his head when I try to grab it from his hand. We eat the pancakes next and he hums appreciatively. He was only able to steal one chocolate brownie, so we share it.

“Damn, I should’ve grabbed more brownies,” he grumbles, licking the chocolate off of his fingers. “They’re my favorite.”

I chuckle at his adorable expression. “Aww, aren’t you cute?”

My teasing earns me a pinch to my ass, right over a sore spot. I slap his hand away, pouting.

“How long have you been running your own bakery?”

Talking about my small business instantly brightens my mood even more. It also shifts my mind from what he’s come to mean to me in such a short time. “Actually, I was in a corporate job at the start of this year.”

The revelation stuns him. “You’re kidding!”

“I am not,” I say, laughing.

“Why, though? It’s obvious where your talent lies, darling.”

“I thought, like most other people, that a steady job was what I needed. It wasn’t until I fell down the rabbit hole of private companies that I realized it wasn’t for me. I felt stuck, and baking was something I enjoyed doing as a hobby. Then COVID happened, and working from home gave me a chance to explore something on the side. The stars sort of just aligned, and I started cooking from my kitchen, taking orders from neighbors. The response I got was far beyond my wildest imagination, and I just knew I wanted to do this. So, I resigned and went all in. I’m still running it from home through my website, but I do want to open my own little shop one day.”

The expression on Kingston’s face is nothing short of awe and pride. “It takes courage to follow your dreams. It doesn’t matter when you realize them; you should always chase them. And you did all of it, Twinkle. It won’t be long before you have your own shop. People will kill to eat the wonderful desserts you make.”

His words bolster my confidence to new heights and I smile gratefully. “Thank you, Kingston.”

“And who knows? Maybe I’ll come by to steal your desserts then too.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Or you could just ask. I’m not going to say no.”

He lifts me onto his lap, pulling me down for another soul-searing kiss, and rasping, “But where’s the fun in that, my little vixen?”

“Fine.” I stare down at him, breathless. “I’ll bake extra and keep a plate aside for you. You know, to make it easier for you to steal.”

“The special treatment will make me greedy and plant wrong and tempting ideas… like you miss me and it’s not the desserts you want me stealing, but you.”

What’s wrong is, I don’t replace it wrong at all.