Wintertime Love: A Christmas Billionaire Small Town Romance

by Blair, Emelia

  He dances out of my reach as I try to kick him, laughing all the while.

  I scowl at him, and push the door shut with my left hand, hearing sounds of discomfort from the other side. I know exactly who it is on the other end, my two nosy aunts.

  Finn is grinning widely and the change in his temperament is startling.

  “You need to deal with this, Finn,” I force myself to say the words. “If she’s here as your business partner that’s fine, but she walked into the diner, knowing my name and who I am to you. That means she’s done some research.”

  Finn’s face morphs into seriousness, the amusement dissolving from his face. “It’s very possible that if Elaine knows, then my grandmother also knows.”

  I study him, my heart tightening in my chest. “Your grandmother won’t approve of me. But you already know that. This might cause you problems.”

  Finn leans against the armchair he was standing by and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Despite what kind of person she is, I do love her. But I’ve also spent the last decade making sure that I’m out of her control. The Expresso House chain is only one business that I manage. I have multiple other investments and projects that are under me. If you were to value me right now, I am worth more than the Dukedom and the fortune that my grandmother wields and she is aware of this. The only control she has over me is of the familial kind and if she pushes this issue with Elaine any further, she knows I will abandon the last bit of relation I have with her as well.” His eyes are cold as he sneers. “But maybe I’ve been too lax. Grandmother might need another reminder that I’m not longer her puppet.”

  I don’t know the whole of what Finn’s suffered over the years but it’s clear to me that he has complicated emotions for his only living relative. There is both love and hate in his voice when he talks about her and I wonder what he had to go through as a child for it to be evolve to such a stage.

  I swallow and push myself off the wall and make my way over to him, my footsteps steady, my shoulders squared. I walk into his personal space.

  A surprised Finn parts his legs to make room for me to stand in between them.

  I cup his face. “I won’t abandon you. And I won’t leave you. And I won’t hurt you.”

  His expression falters between helplessness and adoration, and he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer. “I know it seems to you that I’m being hasty with regard to you, Clara. But I truly do love you. I’ve never met anybody who makes me experience such a vast range of emotions in under a minute. You completely undo me. And I want to tie your to myself before you can change your mind. If you want more time, I won’t push you. If I had it my way, I’d marry you in a heartbeat and make sure you’re completely mine with no way of escaping.”

  I smile, softly, stroking his cheeks with my thumbs. “You sometimes sound like a psychopath.”

  He blinks and then his lips twitch.

  But before he can respond, I continue, “I’ve never been in love before, Finn. Till I met you, I always thought that I would focus on my career, and maybe at some point down the line, find a stable man to marry if I got too lonely. I had a ten year plan and then you just walked in and blew it all to pieces. You forced your way into my life and then refused to leave. I’ve always been willing to take on carefully gauged risks but this one time, when it comes to you, I want to close my eyes and follow your lead. I will marry you, whether it’s next month or next year. But I won’t let you go. I’ve had a taste of what your brand of love feels like and I don’t ever want to be without it.”

  Finn’s eyes darken and he leans forward to press his lips against mine.

  It’s a sweet gentle kiss, a first from him, and I find myself sinking into his touch, my knees turning weak. His hands move on my back, running along the curve of my spine till lone hand pushes up my sweater and his burning touch finds my bare skin.

  I let out a soft moan as I feel his rough hands on my soft skin, reminding me of who’s laid claim ownership of my body and when he snaps open my bra, I tremble.

  It’s always like that with him. He has the ability to transform me from a hot headed independent woman with a fierce personality and a sharp tongue to a quivering mess in his arms, totally under his control.

  Finn likes to make me beg.

  And no matter how much I resist, holding on to my pride, he breaks me and then once he’s done, he coaxes me back, lovingly, gently with whispered praises that makes my blood stir and my heart tremble.

  He moves his mouth against mine, growing more demanding by the second and I have no choice but to surrender to him, feeling small and feminine as he overtakes me so thoroughly. He licks in my mouth, and I let out a small whine, feeling wetness trail down my inner thigh.

  And then he’s pulling my head back with a harsh grip on my hair and attacking my throats, licking and sucking while deliberately leaving marks that I’ll have to hide with a muffler tomorrow. He nips at my collarbone and I’m arching into his body, my nipples tightening into hard painful points.

  I feel his lips curve into a smirk against my neck and he trails wet kisses up along my neck towards my ear, his hand in my hair holding me in the position he wants me in. His words are harsh against my ear, “You shoved me.”

  “W-What?” I gasp out, mindlessly, feeling his hand dip into my skirt, squeezing my ass.

  “When you walked in here,” Finn reminds me in a friendly manner.

  This makes me swallow because I know what lurks underneath that friendly tone.

  “You pushed me and you hurled accusations at me.”

  My eyes widen and I find the courage to growl. “Well, they were—”

  “I think that deserves some punishment,” he cuts me off, casually

  I freeze. His punishments are usually keeping me from coming till he decides to let me. The end result nearly has me passing out and has me seeing white. I both love it and hate it. “Look—” I try to say something.

  Finn doesn’t give me the chance, whirling me around pressing down on my back to bend me over the arm of the armchair. It’s a soft one so it’s not uncomfortable but I end up having to hold the other arm of the cushy chair for support.

  My skirt is being pulled up and when I feel the cool air against my backside, I have an ominous feeling about how he plans to punish me. I open my mouth to protest and all he has to do is tighten his grip on my hair. I fall obediently silent, only gasping out when he tears the delicate panties I had on, off me. I hear the tearing off the cloth and I remind myself that he’s going to be buying me underwear if he keeps destroying every set I own.

  My lower half is completely bare for his perusal and I can feel his large hand caressing my ass, squeezing it, and I let out a shuddering breath, asking warily, “What are you going to do?”

  “I think you need a spanking.”

  I can’t even look back at him, his grip in my hair is holding me in place, and I swallow, knowing what’s to come, anticipating it.

  However, my silence has him tightening his fingers in my hair and asking in a harsh voice, “Don’t you agree?”

  Oh, God, I love it when he uses that tone with me.

  My pussy is almost drenched with the way he so casually mishandles me. “Y-Yes,” I groan, trying to restrain the urge to rub my legs together as the throbbing between my legs intensifies.

  “Yes, what?” he asks in a dangerous tone.

  “Yes, please,” the involuntary moan is torn out from me.

  There’s mocking laughter in his voice as he squeezes my right buttock. “Look at you, begging to be spanked by me.”

  This thing between us, I am the one to let go of my pride, letting him dominate me, and I know that those words have no sense of truth behind them. At the end of the day, Finn holds me, respects me, loves me. But in the bedroom, I’ve learned we both like this. I prefer to be completely submissive and he likes to be harsh, almost rough, his taunts barbed and accurate. And they turn me on, the mixture of needy desperation with that tinge
of humiliation, it makes me go wild.

  But in truth, it’s only with this man that I allow this, that I’m comfortable enough. Any other person and I would never have let them put me in such a position. There’s an unspoken trust between me and Finn. In fact, that is what he uses to control me and that is what lets me let him do this.

  A shiver ripples along my spine as I feel his hand caress my ass so softly and I lick my lips, feeling unnerved.

  “I want you to count,” he orders.

  “Okay.” My voice is meek, not looking forward to the pain and yet knowing it’s going to turn me on.

  When his palm strikes down on my ass, my eyes widen in shock, feeling the burn spread across my cheek and I let out a small sound.

  “What was that?”

  “O-One,” I gasp out, feeling my eyes burn.

  He seems satisfied with that and then smacks the other cheek just as hard, making me whimper, helplessly. My head, being held to face forward, my spine curved with how he’s holding as he spanks me, it’s such a vulnerable position, and my eyes squeeze closed. “T-Two.”

  The next three strikes are in quick succession and then he stops for a moment to caress the hurting flesh, softly. “How does it feel?”

  I open my mouth, “Is that the best you got?”

  He releases a dark chuckle. “Even like this, you’re so fucking defiant.”

  I purse my lips. I might be submissive in bed, but I don’t give in without a fight. He wants to conquer me, he has to work for it.

  With each strike as he works on breaking me in, my will wears down, and my voice trembles. At some point, the pain is shooting straight to my pussy in sharp spasms of pleasure and I have a bad feeling that there’s going to be a wet spot on the arm of the couch. My clit is throbbing with each strike.

  The cries coming out of my mouth are no longer of pain but have changed into wanton moans.

  Then he’s releasing my hair and spreading my thighs forcefully, making an amused sound. “Well, look at this. You’re dripping all over the floor.” His fingers reach down and explore my pussy, sliding in easily.

  My fingers scratch at the arm of the couch I’m holding for support as I whine.

  “You’re so ducking wet, Darlin’. Like a goddamn tap.”

  His words are crude and harsh and I just moan in the face of them feeling him spreading his fingers inside of me, doing whatever he likes to my helpless body. “Fuck me,” I beg him. “I need your—”

  “I don’t think so,” he says, easily, and then withdraws his fingers that have been knuckle deep inside of me. Then using one hand, he grabs my hair and pulls me back up against his chest, pressing his wet fingers against my lips, ordering, softly, in a voice that brooks no defiance, “Why don’t you clean these up for me, Darlin’?”

  My eyes flutter shut as I let him shove his fingers into my mouth. I obediently suck the thick digits that had minutes ago been stuffed in my pussy. I swirl my tongue around them, wiping each one of them clean, and a groan lifts from my chest when he starts fucking my mouth with them, moving them in and out, showing me what he intends to do to my pussy. They go deep enough for me to gag and yet, I don’t ask him to stop and neither does he attempt to do so.

  When he pulls them out, I know my eyes are glazed with need and then he’s whispering in my ear, licking the outer shell, his words like that of the devil incarnate, “What do you want me to do to you to, today? Should I make you go on your knees and suck me off? Or should I put you against the door and fuck you so everyone knows that my cock is driving you wild? They’re all on the other side, you know.”

  His words are low and harsh, striking against me, making me whimper as my eyes involuntarily go to the closed door.

  “It’s not even locked. Anybody can just walk in and see you skewered on my cock, begging me to let you come.” His hand tightens in my hair, pulling it back, biting down gently on my earlobe, as he destroys me so thoroughly with his words alone. “I could force you on your hands and knees, stuff your panties in your mouth and then take you. Hmm, what do you think?”

  My inner thighs are a wet mess and I can’t think.

  I just want him inside of me before I lose my mind.

  “Do…” I whimper. “Do whatever you want but please fuck me already. I need your cock inside of me!”

  He growls and then he’s turning me around and picking me up with his hands on my hips, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist as he thrusts his cock inside of me.

  I let out a short scream which I muffle in his shoulder, “Oh!” I’m already on the edge so when his rock hard cock – I don’t even know when he took it out – slams inside of me, I shatter in an instant.

  But that doesn’t stop him from plowing my pussy, fucking me right through the delicious aftershocks as I cling to him, my arms around his neck, enjoying the heat and strength that radiates from his well toned body. His fat cock impales me again and again, a wild unrestrained look on his face as he ruins my pussy, making me garble his name out over and again, pleas falling from my lips in a broken rhythm, wanting more, wanting it harder, wanting him to break me.

  And he does.

  I’m a limp mess in his arms, bouncing up and down on his cock liked a rag doll, unable to keep up as he holds me up with just his hands and his cock. My whines are broken, my mind blank with pleasure, as I completely submit under his hands and he drives me to edge once again, shattering me as I sob out.

  And then he’s kissing me, groaning into my mouth as he comes inside me, his body stiff, the handsome lines of his face filled with a fierce joy and helplessness.

  We crash onto the bed and his weight pins me.

  Both of us are trying to catch our breath as he drags us up and pulls the blanket around our exhausted bodies, his breathing ragged as he states, “You’re going to be the death of me, Clara Winter.”

  “Well, at least I’ll take you down with me,” I gasp out, my heart racing.

  He holds me close and presses a kiss to my temple, saying adoringly, “I love you.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” My lips curve into a smile, as I come down from my high, slowly. “So you say.”

  He notes the playfulness in my eyes and pushes me down on the bed, holding me hostage. Grabbing my wrists and keeping them at my sides he demands, “Say it back.”

  I smirk. “No.”

  There’s laughter in his eyes. “Say it!”

  I sniff, derisively. “Make me.”

  He immediately bunches my wrists together and one hand starts reaching towards my ribs.

  My eyes widen in horror. “I give! I give! I love you! Don’t tickle me!”

  He relaxes his hold then grins at me. “You should never have revealed your one weakness to me.”

  I hit him on the shoulder.

  Chuckling, Finn drags me into his embrace and holds me tightly. “You’re a gift to me, Clara.”

  I smile against his chest and murmur in a low voice, “So are you, Finn.”

  Chapter 13

  My internal alarm clock has me wide awake at five in the morning and I feel my stomach rumble as I lay in bed, dazed. Finn’s heavy arm is draped over my waist, resting possessively on my breast. My lower body throbs and my scalp hurts as I cast a glare at the sleeping man.

  Oh, he’s going to pay for that later, today.

  Dislodging from Finn’s arms is a trick that I’ve only managed to learn recently. I slide and wiggle out, thrusting a pillow in his arm, which he snuggles against.

  My lips rise as I take in the sight, smiling in spite of myself.

  A wicked idea dawns on me, so I grab my phone and snap a picture of him, half drooling on the pillow now, and I snigger to myself.

  I can use this later on.

  Feeling the stickiness between my thighs, I hobble into the shower, knowing that there is no way I can go for a run today.

  One hot shower later, and I’m feeling much better. I wrap my hair in a towel and step out to see Finn still fast asleep. I smooth the hair off
his face and a strange tenderness overflows from my heart. I press my lips against his temple, savoring the moment, and whisper, “I adore you.”

  A silent confession like that never hurt anybody.

  As I put on some clothes and thread my fingers through my hair to dry it. After some drying with the towel, I walk out, ready to cook up some breakfast. I need to be early to the diner if I want to clean up before it opens. To my surprise both my aunts are awake, their faces grim.

  The second they see me, Aunt Helen rushes to my side. “Oh, sweetheart, are you all right? What’s this about Finn being engaged to somebody?”

  Aunt Vee has her eyes narrowed. “Is the boy stringing you along? Maybe he and I need to have a little chat.”

  I flinch and say hastily, “There’s no need for that.”

  Aunt Vee’s version of a chat involves a lot of swearing and getting beaten up. It doesn’t matter if she is a tiny old lady, I have a feeling that she can take on Finn if she wants to.

  Aunt Helen pushes a cup of tea into my hands.

  I sip at it, the herbs inside making me feel a lot better, and I tell them what happened at the diner and what Finn told me.

  My aunts don’t look pleased.

  “She threatened you? Did you tell Finn all this?” Aunt Vee asks.

  My cheeks turn red and I glance at my cup of tea, as if the herbs floating in it are the most fascinating things I’ve ever seen. “Ah, we didn’t really get to that point.”

  My words have my older aunt giving me a narrowed-eyed look. “I hope you two are using condoms. I have a feeling that boy is up to something.”

  “W-What?” I choke. “I’m on the pill and what does this have to do with – Finn wouldn’t want me to get –?” I snap my mouth shut, not knowing how to get the words out.

  Aunt Helen shares a knowing glance with her sister. “Vee’s right. Women from the Winter family are extremely fertile. We don’t want any accidents.” She coughs delicately, hiding a smile. “Unless you want one.”

  “W-Wha—?”

  I’m cut off as Aunt Vee suddenly looks very interested. “I wouldn’t mind a little one running around here. I’m old enough to be a grandmother. Never mind what I said, Clara. Keep going as you do.”