Chapter Eleven

Francesca

Christmas Morning

“Do you like everything, my darling?”

Do I like everything? I’ve never received so many gifts in all my life. I love it all. The gorgeous silk lingerie. All the emerald and diamond jewelry. He even got me a stocking with my name embroidered on it, and filled it with all kinds of fun things for our special “playtime”

together: a new butt plug, special lubes, handcuffs, a few different vibrators—so many fun little toys that I can’t wait to try out. But my favorite gift out of everything is my little Snowflake. He got me a furry little kitten to keep me company when he has to tend to business.

I truly had no idea he had it in him. That he could be so romantic and thoughtful.

“You know…”

I place my sleepy white fluffball on her bed then climb onto his lap, feeling his hard ridge nestle right between my thighs. “You didn’t have to do all this. There’s only one present I want.”

“And what’s that, my darling?”

He looks concerned, like there’s something he forgot to get me.

“This.”

I reach between us, slipping my hand through the slot of his flannel pants and wrapping my fingers around his smooth cock. “I don’t want to wait until our wedding night. I want you to make love to me, Enzo.”

His hands squeeze my backside, those dangerous eyes growing darker as I stroke up and down. Thoroughly massaging every inch.

“Then I suggest you unwrap your last present.”

His grunt ends on a groan as I slip my other hand in and squeeze his full sac.

I raise my hips and pull him from his pants. My body is already dripping with excitement as I see the cum dribbling from his crown. I swipe it with my thumb, bringing it to my mouth and moaning as his heady flavor hits my tongue.

“You’re my present,”

he growls, watching my every move. I slip my emerald nightgown over my head and let it drop to the side. His eyes drift right to my bare chest. The way he looks at me truly makes me feel like I hold all the power when it comes to this dark and dangerous man. Though, I’m lucky to only know his kind and loving side.

“You truly are an enigma, my darling girl.”

He reaches for the back of my neck, urging me forward. “My Christmas wish.” His whisper hits my skin, and I part my lips, letting his tongue slide in and engulf me in flames. The kiss is sensual, sweet. I feel it all the way to my soul. My hips sink down slowly, taking him inside, breathing out on a moan as I feel the stretch. It feels so good. Fitting me just like a glove, like he was made for me.

A current of lust swirls throughout my body as we start to make love. He guides my hips. A steady cadence as his mouth devours my every sense. When my name is moaned as a worshipping prayer, his body tensing up, I collide right into my pleasure. Riding it out as his warm seed marks me inside. Everything feels different now. It’s like my world has shifted. Like my dream of finding true love has just come true.

“You don’t have to marry me, Francesca.”

My eyes flutter open. I lift my head from his shoulder, shifting back to see his face. “I’ll spare your dad’s life and I’ll clear his debt. You don’t owe me anything. You’re free to go live your life any way you see fit. The choice is yours, my darling. I will never force you into a marriage you don’t want.”

My heart flutters, falling more deeply than I ever could have imagined. He just gave me the gift of my freedom, something I didn’t realize until this very moment that I wanted. But the truth is there’s no longer a choice in the matter. I want to be with him. I want to build a life with him and have a family.

“I love you.”

I whisper the words I never thought I’d feel for the man. “So you’re stuck with me until the end.”

His radiant smile is another gift, and so are the words that come from his lips.

“I love you, my darling. Thank you for making my Christmas wish come true.”