Xan a stripper, works the vampire club, where she met two mysterious and dark vampire. Who have no problem sharing her...If you know what that entitled. : : "Kiss my ass," I growled. She smirked. "How much?" I snorted. "Your order?" Jager leaned over the table, her gaze fixed on me. "Tell me, Snow Princess. How much for a kiss on your ass? Name your price." I realized that for them, everything revolved around naming a price, and they could get what they wanted. That's how they had lived for years. "Blood wine and shots, coming right up," I said, ignoring her proposition. She leaned back, the purple lighting casting shadows on their faces, making them appear even more enigmatic. "Do your thing, Snow Flakes. But when you come back, I hope the price is on the tip of those lips," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I mumbled. "Come here," Jager commanded. I couldn't help but smile inside as she rummaged through her seemingly endless supply of cash. She folded a few bills and leaned forward, slipping the money into the side of my skirt. Her hand lingered, palming my ass cheeks. "So damn full," she remarked, her words slipping through her fangs. Read to find out...

𝑾𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔, thrown together by 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 or some 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 sense of irony, in a private all-girls school where rules and control were 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 to keep everything in line. But she was the chaos I couldn't escape. Confident with a smirk that made me want to smash it off her face, 𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧. Every move she made, every brush of her body against mine, 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. I wasn't interested, not really. But the way she filled the space around me, so effortlessly, so 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺, it made it impossible to pretend I didn't want her. [18+] - Best rankings!: 🥇in Sapphic 🥇in Frustration 🥇in LesbianRomance 🥇in fxf 🥇in HiddenFeelings 🥇in MommyIssues 🥇in Gradeschool 🥇in StudentxStudent 🥇in Private-School 🥈in AcademicRivalry 🥉in EnemiesWithBenefits

A lesbian Christmas romance between a mafia boss and a designer hired for Christmas. Maybe Christmas isn't the most joyful time of the year...