Page 25 of Slay All The Way

A smile breaks across my face at his words, a mixture of excitement and impatience. The promise of what’s to come lingers in the air between us, but for now, I know I need to eat first, even if every fiber of my being wants to forget about food and dive back into the passion that ignites whenever we’re together.

“Fine, but I’m holding you to that, Santa,” I tease, leaning forward to give him a soft peck on the lips.

“Good,” he says, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

With that, I slide back into the warm water, the sensation calming the heat still coursing through my veins, but my heart races as I watch him rise from the tub, his toned body glistening with droplets of water. I can’t help but admire him as he turns to leave, the candlelight catching the tattoos on his back, highlighting the muscles that ripple under his skin.

As he steps out of the bathroom, I can’t shake the feeling that this moment marks the beginning of something new—something beautiful, yet terrifying. I lean back against the tub, my thoughts swirling as I wait for him to return, my body still tingling from his touch.

I should be scared. I should be running, fleeing this cabin and the danger that looms in the shadows. But deep down, I can’t deny the pull I feel toward him. The man in the Santa suit, a monster wrapped in a facade of holiday cheer. It’s insane, really.How can I be falling for someone so twisted?Yet here I am, drawn to him like a moth to a flame, feeling exhilarated by the danger he represents.

There’s a thrill in the way he looks at me, a hunger that drives me mad. It’s as if he sees right through me, peeling back the layers to reveal my deepest desires. I should be repulsed, butinstead, I find myself captivated. I can’t help it. Each moment spent with him ignites a fire inside me, a yearning for something raw and wild that I know only he can give me.

I close my eyes, the water lapping at my skin, and let the thoughts wash over me. He’s a monster, yes, but he’s also a savior in a world that feels increasingly cold and uninviting. My heart races at the thought of him, a nearness of sweet promises and dark intentions.

I’m falling for a monster in a fucking Santa suit, and part of me revels in the chaos that comes with it.

12

JOHNNY

This Christmas (I’ll Burn It To The Ground) - Set It Off

Istand in the kitchen, the sharp scent of spices filling the air as I plate up a steaming bowl of the lunch I made. I mean, it’s no Christmas dinner, but shit, it’s better than take out. I feel like a chef, a master of my domain, taking pride in the meal I’ve crafted just for us. My snowflake and me. The anticipation of Alaska joining me heightens my excitement. I’ve never cooked for anyone else, I never cared to, but with her, I want to do it all.

Suddenly, I hear the bathroom door creak open, and my heart skips a beat. I turn, ready to see her, but what I find leaves me momentarily fucking speechless.

Alaska emerges, wrapped in my bloodied Santa jacket, the fabric hanging loosely over her naked body. The dark stains of Mark’s blood paint the jacket, a gruesome yet strangely beautiful contrast against her soft, supple skin. She pulls the collar close, but it only accentuates her curves, the jacket slipping down her shoulders just enough to tease.

“Like what you see?” she teases, a playful glint in her eye as she struts toward the kitchen island, her hips swaying with everystep.Fucking hell. I’m frozen for a moment, my pulse racing, my cock hardening, the sight igniting something primal within me.

“Fucking right I do,” I finally manage, my voice low and gravelly. I lean against the counter, trying to play it cool, but I can feel the heat pooling in my core, a rush of desire washing over me as she draws nearer. “Shit, you wear it better than I do.”

She smirks, biting her lip, and I can’t help but admire how confident she is. “You think so? Maybe I’ll keep it,” she taunts, pushing back the sleeves to reveal her delicate wrists, still baring the marks from the ribbons I tied her up with earlier. The jacket slips even lower. “After all, it has a certain... character now, doesn’t it?”

“Character?” I scoff, grinning at her. “Well fuck, I guess that’s one way to look at it.” My gaze drifts to the blood, and I relish in the idea that she’s wearing a piece of my conquest—our conquest. It’s a symbol of how far we’ve come, how despite everything, we’ve woven ourselves into each other’s darkness.

She leans against the island, her bare feet barely making a sound on the wooden floor. “You really think I look good in it?” Her voice drops an octave, sultry and inviting, as she takes a bite of the food I’ve prepared.

“So good that I’m currently fighting the temptation to grab you by your hair, bend you over the counter and fuck you into New Years,” I reply, my eyes roaming over her body, every curve accentuated by the jacket. “But I think it’s the blood that makes it even hotter.”

She laughs, a musical sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Hmm, you’d like that, wouldn’t you. Fucking me while I wear the blood of your victims. Such a freak.”

I don’t even bother hiding the truth. “More than you know,” I admit, feeling the familiar heat flooding my face. The evidence of my desire presses against my pants, straining for her attention.

Alaska takes her time eating, each bite teasingly slow, her eyes locked on mine, a challenge in their depths. The way she savors the food, licking her lips after each bite, drives me fucking wild. “Mmm. You’re such a good cook, Santa. Maybe I should keep you around,” she flirts, leaning forward, giving me an enticing view of her cleavage spilling from the jacket.

“Only if you promise to wear that jacket for me more often,” I counter, my voice thick with lust. “It’s doing things to me.”

“Oh, I think I can manage that,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She finishes the last bite and wipes her mouth with her thumb, deliberately slow, letting the moment linger. “You should get used to seeing me like this.”

She saunters around the island, and takes my hand in hers, leading me toward the small living room area. Before I can process it, she’s pushing me back against the couch. I tumble down. The sudden shift in power has a grin forming on my face. “Well, well, what’s happening here?” I ask, my voice teasing, though my heart races at her boldness.

“Well I just thought, since I’m wearing the Santa suit now, maybe I could do a littlegiving,” she quips, pushing my shoulders down to the couch, a wicked grin dancing on her lips. “Besides, I think you’ll like it.”

I watch, utterly entranced, as she kneels before me, her fingers deftly unbuttoning my pants. The anticipation builds, and I can feel my pulse quicken. “Fuck. You’re playing a dangerous game, little snowflake,” I warn, my voice a low growl, but the excitement in my tone betrays me.

“Well, what’s a little danger when I have you to protect me,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin as she pulls out my cock, the cool air brushing over me. She wraps her soft fingers around my shaft, and I can’t help but hiss in pleasure. “Isn’t that what you told me? That you’dalwaysprotect me,” she adds,a sultry challenge lacing her words as she leans in, her warm mouth brushing against the tip.

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