Panties off, Kitten. I want a hell of a lot more than your mouth under the mistletoe tonight...
I've got a reputation for being a good man, a generous man, who does compassionate things with his fortune.
But tonight's generosity isn't about money. It's about my hands, my mouth, my undivided attention, and a set of vintage clamps with Dakota Joy's name on them.
The only woman I've ever loved isn't going to be won back with glittering presents under the tree. She's a submissive who needs to be reminded that I'm the only man who makes her blood hot and her body ache, that I'm the one who crashed through the walls around her heart and convinced her to kneel at my feet.
Getting snowed in at my abandoned hotel on Christmas Eve is a stroke of good luck.
What I do with that luck is sweet, sinful holiday magic...
We haven't even gotten started, sweetheart. Tonight, I'm going to make you forget who you are, what you are, that you were ever anything but mine.
"Bend over and lift your skirt. I'm going to show you what it's like to spend Christmas on the naughty list..."
Let's get one thing straight--I'm not your usual bad boy billionaire. I'm actually a nice guy. A very nice guy who also enjoys turning a woman over my knee and spanking her ass until she begs for mercy--AKA a good, hard, hold-her-down-and-teach-her-who's-boss f*ck.
I'm a gentleman in the boardroom and a Dominant in the bedroom. I've also been secretly in love with my sweet, sexy, too-innocent-for-her-own-good executive assistant, Jane, for the better part of two years.
But like I said, I'm a gentleman. Any woman on my staff is strictly off limits.
Until the night I'm snowed in at the office with Jane...
The same night I discover she's a submissive looking for a teacher...
The night I decide to make her mine...
"Are you ready to be possessed? If so, get on your knees, beautiful. The game is about to begin. Tonight, you're mine."