Christmas with the Beast (The Fiore Family Book 1)

by C. M. Steele

  Her body shakes, pulses, and writhes as she moans. “You like when I eat your pussy?”

  “Yes. Please don’t stop.”

  “I’m not stopping until you come on my face. I’ve waited years to have your hot juices all over me. I’ve jerked off so many fucking times to the sound of your voice as you cream for me. Now do it, baby. Give me what I need before I fill you up with our baby.”

  “I’m so close. Eat me up. Fuck,” Isabelle screams. “Oh, oh, oh. I’m coming.” Her cries are music to my ears, and I can’t hold back. I position myself with my thick cock eagerly dripping sticky pre-cum onto her mound. I rub it through her folds, teasing my woman again while trying to hold back as much as I can. Her hands grip my biceps.

  “You ready for me?”

  “Yes. I need that enormous cock to tear me apart.” She covers her mouth, embarrassed by her words, but I hear her need.

  “Fuck,” I grunt, pushing my cock through her entrance and slamming fully inside. Her eyes shut tight as she attempts to overcome my intrusion. I shred her innocence, and I can’t muster the will to feel bad about it. Slowly she opens those gorgeous blues for me. “I’m sorry, babe. I should have been gentler, but my brain failed to process that you saved yourself for me.” She told me and I still beat through her like a battering ram.

  “Yes, Franco. I’m only yours,” she says as she splays her hands over my shoulders, giving no fucks about my scars, and starts to move again.

  I bend down and kiss her tender lips. “And I’m only yours in every way.” Isabelle’s eyes widen and then nearly close as a broad smile crosses her face.

  “I need you, Franco.” I move back into a kneeling position so I can see my big cock swallowed up by her tiny cunt. “Good fucking girl. Now, I’m about to move.”

  “Please. Take all you need from me. Use me.”

  “Damn it,” I growl, grabbing her legs and holding them out wide as I rock my hips forward, pumping hard into her over and over. “You see what you’re doing to me? You’re not going to be able to move when I’m done with you.” I release her legs and angle my body forward to suck on her perfect tits while fucking her until I let go and come deep inside. She cries out and comes again.

  I pull out and roll onto my back, dragging her small body onto me and then slipping the covers over us. We fall into a comfortable sleep. “Thank you for giving me a chance,” I whisper.

  “Thank you for always loving me.”

  “Forever.”

  Chapter Ten

  Isabelle

  It feels like a beautiful dream, but when I wake up wrapped in Franco’s arms, I know it’s real. I’ve never felt so happy in my life. I snuggle deeper into his embrace with my backside pressed firmly on his front, causing a groan to come from him while he sleeps. Even a beast in his dreams. The man has my heart, and I’m here to fix and keep his.

  The scars he has are deep and ugly, but they show the pain and his will to survive. They don’t take away from the man he is. In fact, they make me want him more. I’m finally where I belong, wrapped up in his tenderness.

  His lips lightly kiss my neck. “Hmm…good morning.” I open my eyes a little wider seeing the sunrise through the curtains. “Merry Christmas, Isabelle.”

  “Merry Christmas, my fiancé.”

  “We need to fix that title soon.” His hand rests over my belly.

  “Yes, we do.” His cock jerks on my back, turning me on.

  “What time is it?”

  “Only six in the morning. We stayed in bed all evening.” Blushing, I remember only getting up to shower and steal some fruit and wine. Then we made love two more times, learning how to please each other.

  “I know. I feel so lazy and my body aches in so many new places.” I moan and rub my hands over my thighs.

  I stare at my ring, thinking about how much I’ve meant to him all this time. Spinning in his arms, I kiss his soft lips.

  “I could really get used to this.”

  “Me too.”

  “Let’s get ready before I forget all about Christmas and play with my favorite gift.” We don’t have much to do until it’s closer to the afternoon. The snowplows worked all night, clearing the roads and Franco’s family will be making their way here for dinner.

  “Well, we do have some time.” We roll around under the sheets for the next twenty minutes, kissing, touching, working each other up before he finally slides into my tender pussy. Even with the sore feeling, I nearly come the second he buries his cock inside of me. We moan and rock together, taking our passion slowly. Just as we come, we hear some movement outside.

  “I guess the dogs are hungry or need to go out.”

  “They can’t go out to the yard by themselves?” I ask.

  “They can, but they want attention in the morning.” Smiling, I’d love to see this brute of a man play with his dogs in the snow. I’m still surprised how much Franco has grown.

  “You want to let them in?” I ask, trying not to mess up his routine.

  “I don’t want to let you go.”

  “Well, I promise to let you hold me all day long. Besides, I need to get cleaned up.”

  “Let’s get up, then,” he grumbles, slipping on his robe before opening the door. Both big dogs come in yelping and barking as they rub up against him and then come to me, waiting for their head rubs.

  “How many bathrooms and showers are there?” I’m curious since the home is ridiculously massive.

  “Fourteen bedrooms and bathrooms.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yes. We have space for plenty of babies.” He grabs me and rubs his hard cock against my mound.

  “I’m going to take a shower. I don’t know where my bag is.”

  “I put it in the closet.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Anything for you, Isabelle.” We kiss repeatedly, and I gently nudge him away before we get carried away again.

  “I’m going to shower before you get us going again.”

  “You better.” He winks, and I can’t help but smile as I go into the bathroom. We kiss and then I shower, letting the warmth of the jets hit my sore muscles. Franco tore me apart and put me back together throughout the night. Our first time, we fumbled, rushed, but the second and third, we found our rhythm and slowly learned to move with each motion evoking pleasurable emotions.

  When I finally leave the bathroom, I see my bag on the bed and Franco standing near his dresser already dressed in a pair of joggers and a tee shirt. My mouth drops because he’s so hot. He’s got those slutty gray joggers that leave nothing to the imagination.

  “Something wrong?”

  “No. You look hot.” I lick my lips with emphasis, causing a low growl to emanate from him.

  “Back at you,” he says, raking his eyes over my towel-covered body.

  “I need to get my clothes.”

  “May I sit and watch?”

  “You can as long as you don’t touch.”

  “Fine,” he pouts, looking adorably sexy. For a man of his size, it comes off as undeniably appealing. I do my best to ignore the lustful way he watches me as I let the towel fall.

  “Fuck. Did you have to torment me like that?”

  “Sorry. I could have taken the longer way.”

  “You’ve got a point, but I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of seeing you naked.”

  “Back at you,” I say, winking at him as I slip my panties on. I put on a cute Christmas tee and yoga pants that have a Christmas theme to them.

  “Come on before I dirty you all up again.” He takes my hand and hustles me out of the room. Once we’re downstairs, I notice that he’s limping a little.

  “Is your leg okay?”

  “It’s a little stiff. When I do a lot, the next day it’s a bit wonky.”

  I nod, but don’t say a word. We gather around the large tree that I hadn’t seen up close last night. It’s large and beautiful.

  “Merry Christmas,” Rita says, rolling in a coffee cart.


  “Merry Christmas,” we say simultaneously.

  “I’m so glad Francois left direct instructions on how to make coffee.” I hesitate to grab a cup. With a smile, she adds, “I’ve already tasted it, and it’s just fabulous.” We each take a cup, and she brings out a box of donuts. I’d have to say that it’s better than her attempt to cook again.

  “So how long have you worked for Franco?”

  “Goodness, so many years I’ve lost count.” She giggles, and we sit on the sofa while she takes a seat in the large chair. “But Franco hardly ever needs me to do more than dust. Once there are babies, that will be a different story.”

  “Lots of babies,” Franco growls, staring at me with a look of pure lust. I turn to Rita, and instead of appearing uncomfortable, she looks happy.

  “Maybe at once, since Anabelle and I are twins.”

  “Wow, double the beauty. Does your sister have a boyfriend or is she married yet?”

  “No. She’s single and not looking for a relationship, or at least so she tells me. Speaking of, I need to get our schedule together to call my parents. We should be getting a call by nine.”

  “Should we go in the other room?”

  “No. I can walk away, but you should take some medicine for your leg, at least some over-the-counter stuff like I use.”

  “I will.”

  I get up and walk away, dialing Anabelle’s number. “Hello,” she says with her voice full of sleep.

  “Merry Christmas!”

  “Merry Christmas, Isa.” I hear the smile in her voice even though she’s tired.

  “So I’m going to call Mom and Dad and let them know that the storm stranded me here, but that we will be getting back together.”

  “Should we just do a three-way call?”

  “Yes. I’ll get it started.” I click the button and then select Mom’s contact. “Hey, Mom. It’s us girls on the line.”

  “Why aren’t we video chatting?”

  “Because Isa and I aren’t together right now. We got hit with a heavy snowstorm and Isa was doing a special dinner at a home and the roads were shut down.”

  “Oh, no. Are you safe, Isabelle?”

  “Yes, Dad. It’s been wonderful to be staying in what can be considered a castle.”

  “That’s great, but are your hosts treating you like a guest or a servant?”

  “About that, Mom and Dad. I’ve got something to share with you. The owner of the house and I are dating now.”

  “Wow, that’s fast.”

  “Yay! I’m so happy.”

  “Who is he? How old is he?”

  “He’s thirty-one now, and he’s Franco Fiore.”

  “Your boss?”

  “No,” Anabelle snaps.

  I continue, wondering why she was so vehement. “Franco is my boss’s brother.”

  “Oh. So it wasn’t a dinner for other people, but you two.”

  “No, I was supposed to cook for their family, and Franco and I met again.”

  “Supposed to cook?”

  “Well, Anabelle’s not the only one who couldn’t travel. His family isn’t here either, but since the storm stopped, they should be here tonight along with Anabelle.”

  “That’s wonderful. We’d like to meet this man you’re dating,” my mother says. She sounds sugary sweet, but I know she means right now.

  “He was in a helicopter crash?” my father asks, having Googled Franco.

  “Yes, we met briefly before the crash.”

  “And…”

  “I was in love with him then.”

  “Love? Are we going to be expecting grandbabies soon?”

  “I hope so,” Anabelle says.

  “And a wedding,” my father snarls.

  “Yes. That’s another thing. Franco can’t wait for us to get married.” I smile as I say it, knowing I’m equally excited about the prospect of being his wife. My heart beats hard against my chest with such happiness it’s difficult to express.

  “In the castle would be epic,” Anabelle says.

  Franco takes my phone and puts it on speaker. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Jones. I’m Franco Fiore, and I’ve been madly in love with your Isabelle since we met, and I regretfully allowed my injuries to hold me back.”

  “Were you suffering from some addiction?”

  “Only to my own pity. I’ve been hiding away licking my wounds, never thinking that Isabelle felt the same way. I promise to always love and treasure her.”

  “That’s good to hear, because I’ve hunted before, young man.”

  “Glad we’re on the same page. Although we haven’t discussed it, I want to marry Isabelle soon because we’ve wasted two years already.”

  “How soon? We’re not going to miss her wedding.”

  He looks to me, and I shrug. “New Year’s?” I nod and smile because I didn’t believe I’d get to be with the man I’m madly in love with. Nothing has changed in two years except that my feelings feel as though they’ve tripled, if that’s even possible.

  “So New Year’s Day?” my mother asks.

  “Yes. I’m sure we can get this castle perfect for my Belle.”

  “Yay! We need to talk when I get there. There’s so much to do.”

  “My cousin and assistant, Mia, will be able to help.”

  “Fantastic.” We speak back and forth for another hour before hanging up with all of them. Suddenly, I find myself pinned to the wall with Franco’s large frame anchoring me. “I’ve missed kissing you.”

  “It’s only been an hour.”

  “I meant for two years. Lost kisses, the ones for your birthday, for mine, for every holiday, and for no reason at all. I love you, Isabelle, and I don’t want to miss another day.” His mouth skims my jaw, lightly kissing down the column of my neck.

  “Merry Christmas.” We only pull back long enough for him to carry me into his office down the hall. Soon, I’m completely naked from the waist down and Franco’s freed himself from his joggers only to plunge into my soaked pussy.

  We’ve barely gotten dressed again when Franco’s phone goes off. “Our guests will be here by five and are being cleared now. My head of security will be back as well. He had enough of his siblings.”

  “Great. That gives me enough time to get dinner done.”

  “Yes, it does, but you don’t have to.”

  “Bullshit. I can see how your eyes light up. You know I’ve always wondered what you looked like as you ate my food.”

  “Just like I do when I eat your pussy.” He wags his brows up at me, and I can’t stop laughing. The image of the beast from the cartoon with his face all up in the bowl comes to mind. “You don’t laugh when I’m between your legs.” I explain and he grunts, adjusting his cock. “We might have enough time to experiment.” He licks his lips, and I swear it’s like he just spanked my clit.

  “I need a shower.”

  “So do I.”

  “Well, luckily there are plenty available.”

  “Luckily, we only need one.”

  “I suppose we are.”

  ****

  “They’re here,” Franco growls. I’ve just started preparing the kitchen for cooking dinner, keeping Rita as far as possible from this room. Turning off the faucet, I dry my hands on a towel before taking off my apron to go meet his family. I’ve met his parents and brother before, so I’m not as nervous because they know me well.

  We stand just inside the front door as they climb the steps. Apparently, Fabio and his cousin Soren brought shovels, clearing a path up the steps to the house and tossing a de-icing product on the steps. “Don’t worry, Franco. This won’t erode the steps.”

  “Right now, nothing can bother me.”

  “I see,” Fabio says, pulling me into his arms for a hug. “I’m sorry about the drive up here,” he whispers before letting me go, sincerity written in his face.

  “It’s okay.”

  “Okay, that’s enough,” Franco snarls, tugging me to his side.

  “At least we know one thin
g that bothers him.”

  “Isabelle.” My sister rushes up the stairs and almost slips, only to have Fabio catch and steady her.

  “Damn it, woman. Won’t you ever learn to be careful?”

  “Only around bossy men,” she hisses at him and then turns back to me with a super smile. “Merry Christmas. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

  “I haven’t officially met either of you ladies, but I’m Mia.”

  “Hi, Mia. God, you’re still as beautiful as I remember.”

  “Same to you, girl. I’ll introduce you to the family later, but let’s walk.” Mia slides her arm over my shoulder and leads the way through a massive entryway with floor-to-two-story ceilings. “From the smile on my cousin’s face, I want to say thank you. It’s nice to see him happy, and the only one to make him that way is you.”

  “Thank you, but he’s my happiness too.”

  “That’s clear as day. Wow, how did Fabio miss it the whole freaking time?”

  “Fabio misses a lot of things. Too busy chasing celebrities and models probably.” Goodness, could Anabelle be any more obvious? She’s jealous. I’ve known Fabio, and he’s never dated a single customer, and that includes the famous ones that come in. Still, I can’t get into that right now.

  “Yes. Today’s going to be fun.” She rubs her hands together with a huge smirk. “Come on. Let me talk to you where you’ll be making that masterpiece that has been infused in Franco’s stubborn brain.” Locking arms with both of us sisters, Mia marches us toward the kitchen.

  “So how long have you worked for Franco?”

  “Since I turned eighteen. I didn’t get a formal college education, but I took enough courses as I worked for him to be as well-versed in property investments and assistant tasks. Now, he’s useless without me.” She winks and then heads to the wine pantry.

  “Ooh, a glass here please.” Anabelle raises her hand like a kid who wants to shout the correct answer to the teacher.

  Seconds later, Franco walks into the kitchen, holding two bags of groceries. “I’ll set these here.”

  “That’s great.” I lick my lips, loving the way he looks in that polo shirt with his broad chest and muscles pressing against the fabric, looking sexy as hell with bits of his neck revealed with the two top buttons open.