Santa’s Dark Secret – A Dark Holiday Romance Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 56462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
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Hunger blooms through my chest, and for just a moment, I consider putting my frustration aside and barging through the bedroom door to have my wicked way with him. I doubt he’ll have any issues with it. If anything, he’ll give it to me a little harder just because I’ve been acting like a brat, but he’s not about to get to me that easily. What he might not know about me is when I’ve been wronged, I’m a stubborn bitch until I feel justice has been served, and in this case, justice hasn’t even begun to be served.

Doing what I can to try and calm the raging need within me, I suddenly realize this is my one shot to slip away, and in the blink of an eye, I’m on my feet, darting to the front door, more than ready to make my hasty escape.

I all but lunge for the door handle, gripping it hard and violently twisting, only to be met with nothing. The door doesn’t move, the handle not even budging an inch, and I curse myself for being such an idiot. Of course the big asshole locked it again.

Damn it.

I pace through the foyer, trying to figure out a game plan when my gaze comes back to the armchair that was once angled nicely in the corner of the living room. Only now it’s half knocked over, leaning up against the couch from my earlier woman-handling.

I hurry toward it. This is definitely a bad idea, but what choice do I have? The second I throw the chair through the window, I’ll only have a moment to get away before Nick comes racing after me. I’m a pretty good runner. I spent a lot of time in the gym this year trying to pass the time. I could run for miles before passing out, but Nick is fit too, and judging by the ruthless way he fucks, I don’t doubt he could chase me for hours. All I need is to get far enough away to find another living soul, and I’ll be good.

Not ready to give up on the one shot I have, I go for it, grabbing the chair and launching it toward the massive window with every bit of strength I possess.

The chair plunges through the glass, and the noise is deafening as it shatters into a million fractured pieces.

“FUCK! MILA,” I hear Nick calling from the bedroom, but I’m already gone, racing through what was once a beautiful window until my too-big boots come crashing down into the snow.

I put one foot in front of the other, not daring to look back as I run toward the reindeer farm. My arms pump on either side of me, taking me as fast as I can go. I’m not exactly a great sprinter, but I’ll manage a steady run with no problem.

As I reach the edge of the reindeer farm, I realize just how high the fences are, and knowing damn well I won’t be able to launch myself over it, I have no choice but to shift to the right, taking myself around the edges and toward the woods beyond. If I can reach the thick trees, I’ll be able to make my way along the tree line until I finally find some sign of life. Surely this place has got to have some kind of city, right? Or at the very least, a small town.

The thick snow beneath my feet slows me down, but I don’t dare stop, especially when I hear Nick somewhere in the distance. “MILA, WHERE ARE YOU?”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I definitely didn’t think this through, especially considering he’ll have no problem tracking me through the massive footprints left in the snow. Not to mention, he’s lived here his whole life. He knows these woods, and he sure as fuck has a lot more practice moving around in the snow than I ever could.

My lungs scream for air, but I don’t dare stop as I quickly approach the trees, and the second I break through the foliage, I dart behind a thick trunk and lean my head back against the bark, taking deep breaths as I try to figure out my next plan of attack.

I give myself just a moment to catch my breath before finally allowing myself to look back around the trunk. I see Nick in the distance, quickly eating up the space between us, and as my gaze drops to the snow, I see the obvious tracks I’ve made.

Fuck. There’s no escaping him like this.

“YOU CAN’T RUN FROM ME, BABY.”

I scoff. Wanna bet?

Taking a risk, I lunge out from behind the tree, and with what few precious seconds I have left, I race through the snow, going left and right, back and forth, quickly dissolving my tracks, and just as Nick approaches the tree line, I dart behind the thick trunk once again.


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