Santa Thief Novels & Stories

I nod, my throat croaking, “Yes, Santa.” He looks at me, his eyes expecting more. I bite my lip, finding my courage for the holidays. “Santa, please give me your dick for Christmas. I've been a good girl. It's all I ever wanted.” “I think you've been nice and naughty. Before Santa gives you your final present, Santa needs to see your little titties. He's been dying to find out what you've been hiding from daddy.” He leans forward, the scissors pressing between my breasts, severing the ribbon. My breasts burst outward the second the ribbon separates, the joyous bounce of their escape thrilling daddy Santa, causing him to laugh with glee.

“Bridgette,” Thiago warned, his voice low and lethal. “Don’t move.” I didn’t. Couldn’t. Not when Dante Santoro held that thing in his hand—something that looked like a weapon disguised as a piece of avant-garde tech. “It’s not what you think,” Dante said, stepping around the shattered sculpture pedestal. “But it is dangerous in the wrong hands.” “You are the wrong hands,” I shot back, even though my throat was dry. “You faked your arrest. You let your men burn half the Santoro estate. You disappeared.”

I don't fucking care if he wants to stay here for a deal and whore around, but tomorrow either way I am gonna leave and she'd remember exactly who she belonged to. And my women she endures it. She cries. She shatters. She bleeds beautifully under my touch. And somehow, even with all the damage I inflict, she stays. That's the part that drives me insane. That delicate line between her fear and her surrender—it's addictive. She was never supposed to mean anything. But now she means everything. There's a knock on the door. Sharp. Measured. "Enter," I called without turning. Caleb walks in, suited, precise, a file in his hand. He shuts the door behind him. "We intercepted new intel on the Rourke

Adelaide whispers and winks at me before leaning away and taking a bite out of her food. For a moment, I freeze, unable to do anything. Is it that obvious that I had a steamy night? How can she tell? What if she discovers that I was with her father and not Luke? I try to act normal, but everyone around the table is giving me dirty looks, especially Dante. Simon has his eyes on me like I owe him something, it's obvious that he isn't happy, but I couldn't care less about that. “Daddy,” Adelaide clears her throat, twirling her fork between her fingers. “Juni and I are going to the store to pick out gifts this morning. Christmas is weeks away and everything will be sold out soon, so we have to g

" She and Mom both loved using their looks to get what they wanted, so they assumed everyone else did the same. As she spoke, she pulled out a small knife and waved it back and forth near my face. Seeing her pull out an actual blade, the thugs around us got uncomfortable and moved to stop her. One said, "Brett, we agreed we'd just rough her up and let her go! Now you've even taken her blindfold off, and you're bringing out a knife?" Brett Hudson was Jessica's delinquent boyfriend. Those thugs followed him for the street cred, but none of them wanted to mess with real weapons. Brett stepped forward to intervene. "Jessica, enough. Scaring her is one thing, but she's still your sister."

It was like those eyes saw too much, like they could peel back layers of me I didn’t want anyone to see. Finally, his voice broke through the tension. Deep, smooth, and commanding. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Perth Otho.” The name sent a ripple through me, though I couldn’t explain why. My gut clenched, my instincts screaming that nothing about this was ordinary. “And you, Santa Griffin…” He leaned forward slightly, his lips curling in the faintest ghost of a smile. “…unless you can pay off your father’s debt, which he owes to me, you now belong to me.”

I wonder what Olive has cooked this time around. “You may speak,” Sandra said after a brief moment of silence. “Gabriella is the thief because she has a previous record. She stole the beta’s scepter in her former pack and ran away to escape her punishment,”

His hand was on my shoulder when the door opened with a bang and an angry looking Salvatore walked in. “What happened to keeping your hands to yourself?” His eyes were on me but his words were directed at Dante whose face was filled with pure joy. “My Mexican girlfriend for a piece of him. It’s fair trade.” “Talk about him like that and I’ll forget we’re best friends." Salvatore grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “It’s time to leave.” “Wait—” I looked at Dante for help but he shrugged, giving me a little way as Salvatore dragged me out.

When Ethan saw me, he guiltily looked away. "Are you Nora?" The officer showed me his badge. "Someone reported that you stole company secrets and misappropriated company funds. Please cooperate with our investigation." With that, he showed me a record of a bank transfer. "Take a look. Is this account yours?" I took the photo. I then realized the amount was exactly the same as the money Ethan had transferred to me a while ago. Only then did I finally understand his real intention. "Nora, aren't you going too far? Ethan used to be your boss. He treated you so well. How could you do this to him?

"All she does every day is water flowers, wipe down a piano, and buy basic supplies. She does nothing useful. Gotti Group doesn't need dead weight like her! "Oh, wait. She doesn't even count as an employee! She's a cheap janitor. The bottle of wine she stole might be worth more than she is. We shouldn't keep a liability like that around." Elena kept throwing accusations at me in that piercing voice, while I quietly scanned the members of the Gotti family present. When a petty thief pulled a knife on us while stealing cargo, I was the one who stepped in and used my own body to protect both Rocco and the goods.