A Very Sinful Christmas

He swore he’d stay away…but sinning has never felt so good.

Beckham Kingston is ruthless behind the bench. A coach with a reputation for breaking men on the ice. He plays to win. Always has, always will.

And his biggest rival? Hennessy’s father.

For years, she’s been watching him. Tempting him. Pushing just enough to see the way his control fractures whenever she gets too close. The way his fists clench, his jaw locks, his cold stare turns lethal.

And she’s tired of pretending she doesn’t see the way he looks at her now.

So, Hennessy pushes harder. She wears something too sinful, too tempting, and Beckham snaps.

One stolen kiss under the mistletoe turns into a hand around her throat. Into filthy promises growled against her skin. Into a desperate, reckless claim that he has no right to make.

He tells himself it’s just once.
That he can stop.
That he can walk away.

But then she’s begging for more.
On her knees, looking up at him with wide, wicked eyes.
Whimpering his name, voice breathy, needy.
A pretty little plea wrapped in sin.

Now, he can’t stop touching her.
Can’t stop marking her.
Can’t stop making her beg.

She was supposed to be a mistake.
Now she’s his obsession.

Hennessy Vega wanted to be ruined.
And Beckham Kingston has never been a man who denies a woman what she wants.