Page 4 of Hunted for the Holidays

“Well,” he starts, folding his arms across his chest. “If you’re done, we need to get back to the cabin before it gets too dark.”

“Yeah,” I nod, dragging up my zipper. “And she’s coming with us.”

“The fuck she is!” Wyatt shouts, eyes narrowing in her direction. “You got your dick wet, now kill the bitch and let’s go.”

“No! Please!” Charlotte stammers, pushing to her feet and grabbing my arm. “Please, I- I won’t tell anyone. I promise.”

God, she’s even prettier when she begs. I can’t wait to see her beg me to fill her full of my cum. Pulling her hand up to my face, I bring her fingers to my lips in a sweet kiss. She blushes and looks down.Such a sweet little thing.With her hand in mine, I roughly rip the ridiculously large rock off her fucking finger.

“Hey!” she whines as she lunges forward in an attempt to steal her ring back from me.

Rearing my arm back, I chuck it as hard as I can off into the snow before wrapping my hand around her throat and pulling her flush against me. Her eyes round, sounds of stuttered gasps falling from her open mouth as I tilt my head and whisper down to her, “You’re mine now, bunny. We can’t have another man’s claim on you, can we?”

Tears well in her beautiful blue eyes as she feebly nods her head in agreement.

“See? She won’t be a problem,” I say, smirking at Wyatt as I release my hold.

Wyatt’s shoulders relax in the slightest, and for a second, I think I’ve won. Then he reaches out, pulling her flat against his chest as she screams. His arm wraps around her neck, herfingers clawing at his flannel-clad forearm. Before I can even react, she goes quiet, body sagging in his hold.

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RUNRUNRUN BY DUTCH MELROSE

You know those moments when you’re floating in the soft void between a deep sleep and waking up, when you exist somewhere on the periphery of your own mind? I’m in one of those moments right now. I know I’m not asleep anymore, but I’m not quite awake yet, either. Or maybe it’s that I’m not conscious yet, because I don’t remember falling asleep…

My eyes shoot open as it all comes flooding back to me. The snow, Kit, the two masked men… all that blood, and the feeling ofhiminside my mouth. I’ve never done that before. I’ve fooled around a little with some boys here and there, but nothing likethat. That man, that monster, he used me. But the most fucked up thing of it all is… I think Ilikedit.

The way he tasted in my mouth wasn’t exactly pleasant, but the tingle between my thighs as he used me was something I’ve never felt before. Even as I recount the memory in my mind, my core starts to tighten again.

God, get it together Charlotte. These men clearly have nefarious intentions. They killed Kit, then the dark-haired one-Derek, I think- forced himself on me before his blonde buddy choked me out. These men are evil. I need to get out of here.

Pushing up from the bed, I blink as I sweep my gaze over the room, assessing my surroundings. Exposed logs make up the walls, which tells me I’m definitely in some sort of cabin. It’s small and rustic, but surprisingly cozy. The bedding is certainly not a suitable thread count, and as I pad across the rough, wooden floor, it’s apparent that there’s no in-floor heating here. It’s…basic. But it’s not unpleasant, I suppose. Bright light streams through the gaps of the faded curtains, casting a soft stream of warmth through the space. It’d almost feel peaceful in another context; if I wasn’t being held captive here by two psychopaths. Wherever the hellhereis.

I swallow roughly, my throat aching from the action. Then I look down, finding my snowsuit and jacket are gone and I’m left in just my tight and stretchy undershirt and pants. As I run my hands over my body, checking for any sign of injury, it occurs to me that my captors might have touched me while I was passed out. Part of me is terrified at that thought, while another, darker part is inexplicably thrilled at the possibility.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I shake my head, taking another step forward. A floorboard creaks beneath my feet as I move, and I immediately freeze.

Waiting.

Listening.

Did they hear me?

Will they come for me?

My lungs start to hurt as I continue to hold my breath, panic coursing through my veins.

After what feels like forever, I realize no one is coming. I let out the breath I’ve been holding, my lungs burning with each greedy gasp of air I take. It’s eerily silent in here. I can’t hearanything. Not a car, not a person, not a single sound… it’s justquiet.

I quickly scurry across the room, reaching out for the knob before swiftly retracting my hand back.What if the men are out there waiting for me?I get the feeling that they’re the type of monsters who would get off on my struggle. I bet they like my fear.

A sinister thought slithers across my mind, and I whip my head around, checking the corners of the room for cameras. They seem like the type who’d enjoy watching me, and something about that thought makes my insides churn in a way I haven’t felt before. Then again, with the way this place lacks basic accommodations, WiFi is probably a hard reach.

There’s no cameras. They’re not watching. And instead of that conclusion bringing me relief, I feel strangely…disappointed. But that’s crazy, right?

Shit, I’ve been awake for less than five minutes and I’m already going crazy. I need to get out of here,now.

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