They only remember Saint Nick. The jolly one. The merciful one.
They forget about me—the one who comes for the wicked. The one who drags the unrepentant into the dark and teaches them what true punishment feels like.
But this year… the list brought me her. Holly Winters. All sharp tongue and soft curves, wrapped in peppermint and sin. She doesn’t fear me like the others do. She taunts me, challenges me, tempts me—until I can taste her defiance like sugar on my tongue.
I was meant to punish her. Instead, I want to unwrap her. Chains, claws, and a little Christmas magic—this night isn’t about guilt anymore. It’s about desire, redemption, and a woman who makes even the Devil believe in second chances.
Because sometimes the naughtiest ones… are the ones worth keeping.