Why the fuck would Papa give me this? This isn’t a present. 

This is poison.

Ignorance is bliss, until it isn’t. Until it comes to bite you in the ass.

"Weren’t you up all night, listening for Santa’s reindeer on the roof?” Giulio asks.

Pandora laughs. “The only thing I heard was ooh, more! Harder!”

He grips my shoulders and leans in, forceful, like he’s trying to simulate face-fucking with his tongue alone.

I inherited a lot of my looks from him, which means I spend a lot of time avoiding the mirror unless I’m in the mood to punch something.

“I give you permission,” I say.

“Uh. Permission for what?” Blaze asks.

"To fuck each other."

“What do you want for Christmas, Pandora?” River asks. “Besides the heads of your enemies on a silver platter."

“We can’t ‘take care’ of every single person who tries to go up against you. Eventually, this is going to bite us in the ass, and then what? What happens then?”

“She’s just going to enjoy all of this,” River gripes. 

“I will not!” Pandora hisses, but she also grinds her now bare ass against my half-hard cock.

“I’m joking!” I say. “I mean, I’m not, but making you bleed would kind of fuck my plan.”