I said the naughty don’t deserve second chances… so the Christmas demon himself came to collect me. One bad Christmas Eve, I finally snapped and said what I shouldn’ that maybe humanity is a lost cause.Cue lightning. Smoke. And Krampus—all horns, claws, muscles, and a voice that vibrates in places it absolutely shouldn’t—dragging me to his lair for “judgment.” He gives me one run.I do…He catches me.And when he puts me over his knee, the embarrassing sound I make changes everything. Now this massive, terrifyingly gorgeous demon wants to teach me pleasure instead of punishment.Chains. Velvet cuffs. His hands on my hips. His growl in my ear.I should be scared.Instead, I’m about to let the Lord of Punishment show me exactly what a second chance feels like. Merry freaking Christmas to me.