How the Hitman Stole Christmas Read Online Sam Mariano

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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Carefully, she picks up a shiny red classic pickup truck and shows it to me. “My grandpa had one just like this. I don’t remember if the interior was the same color, but the truck looked exactly like this one. Every summer we’d wax it until it shined. He didn’t usually drive it in the winter because he wanted to keep it nice, but every Christmas he’d bring it out and drive us to the tree farm, and we’d haul our tree home in the back of it.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It was,” she murmurs, replacing the truck on its shelf.

I pick it up and hand it right back to her. “You should keep it.”

“I can’t,” she says, eyes widening as if my suggestion has scandalized her. “It belongs to Tom.”

“He won’t even notice it missing. Look at all these cars down here collecting dust. I bet he never even looks at them.”

Giggling, Autumn shakes her head at me and puts the truck back on the shelf. “I’m not going to steal your stepdad’s toy truck.”

“You don’t have to, I’ll steal it for you,” I tell her lightly. “Trust me, he won’t even notice. Hell, I’ll send him a new one if it makes you feel better.”

Still, she shakes her head at me. She must not trust me not to steal the truck as soon as she steps out of the room, because she grabs my hand and hauls me with her. “Stealing is wrong,” she tells me.

“I do lots of things that are wrong, snowflake. I thought you knew that already.”

She reaches into the bathroom and turns the light on with her free hand, then she looks back at me, a playfully severe look on her face. “Will you behave yourself if I let you shower with me?”

“Probably not,” I answer honestly.

Failing to bite back a smile, she says, “You have to.”

I come up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her back against me. “Remember how much I like being told what to do?”

Her head lolls back against my shoulder, her eyes drifting closed. “Yes, but I’m making the rules tonight.”

I move her hair aside so I can kiss her neck. “I don’t know where you got that idea, but you’re very much mistaken.”

She sighs like I’ve disappointed her, but I can tell she doesn’t mean it. “You’re a real menace sometimes, you know that?”

I smirk and drag my teeth across her sensitive skin. “You have no idea.”

Despite insisting she’s reluctant, she reaches back to cradle my head in her hand, playing with my hair as I kiss her neck. Her sighs are soft with pleasure and yearning as I slide my hand up and caress her breasts.

Since she invited me to shower with her, I reach for the hem of her plaid top and tug it off over her head. As good as she looks in just her bra and black leggings, I want more. I want her stripped bare, not a single sliver of her hidden from my touch.

I unclasp her bra and tug that off next.

A mistake.

I don’t consider myself a man easily given to distraction, but the sight of Autumn’s bare breasts does the trick. I watch her face in the mirror as I cup them both in my hands, gently squeezing the tender flesh and leaving a feather-light kiss along the column of her neck.

I’m still behind her, and I find I quite like this position. I like having a view of the front and the back as I undress her.

Tearing my hands from the soft mounds of her breasts, I make quick work of dragging down the black leggings so I can get back to touching her. I remove her panties just as quickly, but while I’m kneeling on the floor by her legs with such an irresistible view of her tempting pussy… well, I can’t resist having just a little taste.

“Jasper!”

My name on her lips is half-cry, half-gasp.

She shoves her fingers through my hair and grips my head with one hand as I force her back against the sink, my face buried between her thighs. “Oh, God,” she moans, gripping the edge of the counter with the other.

She feigns resistance with her half-hearted objections and her scandalized gasps, but she opens her legs so I can continue feasting on her pussy.

I make my decision then and there.

She’s only playing at reluctance. Autumn wants to be taken, but for whatever reason, she’s afraid to make that call herself.

She needs me to take it out of her hands, to play my role as the bad guy and take advantage of the conflicted damsel.

Lucky for her, I’m quite adept at being the bad guy.

Chapter Twenty

Autumn

The edge of the counter is pressed painfully against my back, but I hardly notice, too consumed with the thrilling sensations of Jasper’s tongue teasing my pussy.


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