Wrapped In Black (The Original Sinners Christmas Stories) by Tiffany Reisz

Author:Tiffany Reisz [Reisz, Tiffany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 8th Circle Press
Published: 2021-11-30T18:30:00+00:00

Søren walked over to the bed, stood in front of him. Kingsley looked up at him. This was his favorite view of Søren.

“Are you sure?” Søren asked.

“I wouldn’t have given that to you if I wasn’t.” He was speaking French again although they were alone, and there was no chance of being overheard. It was easier to lie in French.

Søren touched Kingsley’s face lightly. Fingertips across his cheek, then to his ear, and then his fingers—those beautiful pianist’s fingers—threaded into his hair. The grip was firm, possessive. Søren forced Kingsley’s head back. Once it was back, Søren caressed his bared throat, held it lightly with his hand until Kingsley began to relax into the large palm pressed against his Adam’s apple.

Then Søren ran a single fingernail slowly across Kingsley’s throat as if slitting it. Every muscle in Kingsley’s body knotted up. He couldn’t help himself. It was pure instinct, like a cat’s back raising at the sight of a snake.

He took a breath, laughed at himself.

“Flirt,” Kingsley said.

“I have never felt you tense so hard as you did just now. I thought you were going to jump out of your skin.”

“I might have pissed myself.”

“It is a fantasy of mine to terrify you enough to make you do that.”

“You got close that time.”

Søren released his hair, moved his hand to Kingsley’s mouth, ran his thumb across the bottom lip. “I like it when I scare you. I shouldn’t, but I do.”

“I like that you like it.”

Søren said nothing after that, only stroked Kingsley’s hair, his cheek, his mouth. The air was electric with waiting. He sensed a decision was being made, options considered and weighed, discarded, then reconsidered.

“No,” Søren said.

“What?” Kingsley wasn’t sure he’d heard right.

“Not tonight. Maybe someday but not yet.”

“Why not?” He couldn’t decide if he was disappointed or relieved.

Søren held up his hand for Kingsley to see. It was shaking slightly.

“It’s usually me doing the shaking around you,” Kingsley said.

“When I want something too much, I can’t trust myself to have it. I think I might hurt you more than I should tonight.”

He wasn’t joking. Kingsley knew when Søren was playing the role of the wicked sadist and when he was being himself, a very concerned and careful sadist.

“You can, though.”

Søren laughs softly. “Of course I can. I can do anything I want to you. But you were right about the gift—I want it, but I don’t want it.” He went to the mantel, picked up the box, and put the lid back on it. “But we’ll save it for another time. And know that one of these days…”

He let the threat hang in the air. Kingsley knew what he wasn’t saying—one of these days, he would slice Kingsley up like a Christmas turkey.

“What do we do then?” Kingsley asked.

“I can think of something,” Søren said.

“You already have, haven’t you?”

Søren’s only reply was, “Stand up.”

Slowly Kingsley stood up.

“You said I made you wish you had gone to college,” Søren said. “Tonight, you can be my student.”

“Student? I didn’t go to college for a reason.

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