I thought I craved a man's touch. I was wrong. So, so wrong.
Every woman is entitled to a little fun now and again, but I always took it a little too far. My latest antic: cheating while knowing I'd be caught by my boyfriend just for the thrill of it. Naturally, I thought nothing of it when he warned me that bad things happen to naughty girls.
But I start to worry when none other than Krampus, the Christmas bad boy himself, shows up to punish me. Will it be more than I can handle? Or will it be just what I was looking for?