Santa's Velvet Sin.

Chapter 03: Body Count - Body Dead.

Lila Mendes.

I rubbed my c**t fast, matching my rhythm to the video moaning loudly from my phone. My fingers moved desperately, my breaths shallow as I squeezed my breast and dragged my thumb across my n****e.

I was close...so close, when my door swung open for the third damn time today.

I jerked upright, yanking my skirt down my thighs and fixing my top in fast, angry motions.

Jethro.

The i***t I’d fired not long ago.

I sighed sharply. “What exactly are you still doing here? Should I call security?”

He immediately fell to his knees. “No, ma’am. Please...just listen.”

I hissed and rolled my eyes. “There is nothing you’re going to say that’ll change my mind. You need to visit a rehab.”

He nodded like I hadn't just called him a psycho. “Ma’am, I’m really sorry. I didn’t know you were into women. I'm very much honest with you.”

“Oh, get lost, Jethro,” I snapped, snatching the office phone to dial the security line.

He grabbed my hand quickly. “Okay...okay, ma’am. I’ll leave. But please… take this.”

I paused. The hesitation alone told me it had something to do with Scarlett.

Of course it did.

I snatched the paper from him. “So....she sent you back.”

His head dropped as I unfolded the note. Scarlett’s handwriting.

Her gentleness.

Her loyalty.

I sighed and folded the page. “Fine. You’re not fired. But you’re not getting the PA position anymore.”

His eyes shot up. “What position, ma’am?”

I scoffed. “The PA position, obviously.”

We stared at each other as silence thickened.

Then...

Something touched my thigh.

I glanced down.

His hand.

He was caressing me slowly, deliberately.

I opened my mouth to curse him out, but holy heavens… the touch was good.

Too good.

I slapped his hand away. “Do you want to get fired again?”

“No, ma’am,” he whispered, voice rough, tempting.

“Then use the door.”

He rose instead, leaning close enough that his breath hit my ear. “I will. But not until I show you I’m worthy of the PA position.”

Before I could speak, he slid a finger into my mouth...while his other hand seized my breast, fumbling and squeezing it perfectly.

Heat shot through me.

My knees softened.

My breath trembled.

Of course I had the kind of big breasts that made men lose their minds. It wasn’t new.

He dropped to his knees and lifted my leg, tearing my panties with one rough pull.

“Replace them later,” he muttered.

I didn’t even let him finish. I grabbed his head and pushed him exactly where I needed him, he groaned and began using his tongue to tease my c**t.

I moaned, urging him on, as he used his hands to play round my n*****s while licking my p***y. I adjusted so he could have his way inside my p***y. He kissed, sucked and licked every part in perfect rhythm..

This was heaven.

He was indeed so good at this, like he was the founder of such pleasure.

I dragged him up, and whispered to him. "f**k! I want to feel your c**k inside me."

He nodded, and brought out his c**k rubbing it slowly while staring at me like he needed me to glorify his hard big c**k.

Yes, it was perfect.

Very much perfect for a guy that I considered 'psycho, but I would rather get a dildo than let a Man know how much of a good d**k he's got.

He inserted his c**k inside my p***y, making me moan out loudly, as he covered my mouth and began thrusting in, letting me swallow his whole damn big hard c**k.

Fuck! I saw heaven on earth.

The way he grabbed my breast, squeezing it while f*****g me hard, slamming my p***y walls, and letting me feel his huge erection.

I tightened my legs around his waist, moaning and screaming his name, begging him to keep thrusting fast and rough.

He smiled in pleasure, turned me over and shove his d**k inside my wet p***y again. He began slamming, and spanking my ass vigorously.

This dude is so damn good.

He could be the best ever PA.

He could be.

My legs began shaking, as I arched my waist so he can penetrate even deeper.

"Good girl." he teased, and bent over to wet my p***y for easy penetration. I curled slowly so I can feel his c**k while he penetrated again.

"f**k me, yes, yes, oh f**k, this is so damn good." I kept moaning and screaming nonsense.

Then,

The door flew open again.

I didn’t know if I was furious or exhausted.

But when my vision focused, every emotion evaporated into dread.

Scarlett.

Her silhouette in the doorway froze the air around me.

“Holy s**t,” I whispered, shoving Jethro off me. I jumped to my feet, adjusting my bra, my clothes, anything to hide the chaos.

She walked toward me slowly, eyes locked on mine. Unblinking. Calm....too calm.

“I… I...thought...you said you were leaving,” I stammered. “You said....”

“Save it, Lila,” she cut in softly. “An hour ago, you promised me you were done with dicks.”

Her eyes slid to Jethro, and she pointed at him.

“And you? This is how you repay my kindness?”

Then she did the unthinkable.

She smiled… a broken, trembling smile…

and pulled off her ring.

Our wedding ring.

My chest tightened. “Scarlett, what the hell are you doing?” I grabbed her hand.

Tears were already forming in her eyes. “What I should have done a long time ago."

“No. No, you’re being dramatic,” I snapped, pacing. “You and I both know no one wants a charity case like you. You need me. No one can replace that.”

She nodded, tears falling freely.

“You’re right. No one wants a girl with mental issues. No one wants someone with trauma. No one wants a homeless child. No one wants a woman who can’t remember her past. But I can live with all that. Alone.”

My heart tightened. “So you’re leaving me?”

She smiled weakly. “No. We can still be friends. But if I stay with you, my emotional health will die slowly.”

“Scarlett, you’re being petty,” I snapped. “You’ve caught me just five times. And it’s with men, not women. It isn’t cheating. No strings attached. It’s just fun.”

“I understand,” she whispered. “But the fifth whole damn experience happened after our wedding. And I still remember all your college s*x tapes. How people mocked me. Laughed at me…”

She froze.

So did I.

She referenced her past.

Her memory.

No. No, no, no.

If she remembered anything from last year… from Christmas… she would discover the truth.

Truths I would kill to keep buried.

I hissed, “Fine. Drop the ring and get out. Since you’re so ungrateful.”

She staggered, holding her head. “Yeah… yeah.”

Her voice was small. Weak.

I watched her move toward the door...slowly, too slowly...until she reached for the handle…

…and collapsed.

Just dropped to the floor.

I rolled my eyes. “Typical Scarlett. Who else would take in someone like...”

But when I walked over to lift her, she didn’t respond.

“Scarlett,” I said sharply. “Take my hand.”

Nothing.

I crouched down. “Scarlett, stop this. Get up.”

Silence.

Jethro stepped forward. “Ma’am… my wife was a doctor. I learned some things from her. Can I check her out?”

I exhaled. “Fine. Check her.”

He knelt and pressed two fingers to her wrist.

His expression stiffened.

He checked again.

Looked at me.

Looked at her.

Then back at me.

"What is going on?” I snapped. “Speak!”

He swallowed hard.

“Ma’am… I think she’s dead.”

I blinked.

Once.

Twice.

“What? She… she has no pulse??!”

He nodded, as we both stared down at Scarlett’s still body...

And the world went silent.