Page 7 of Hunted for the Holidays

I rock back onto my heels, still pinning Charlotte in place with my hips as Wyatt puts his skills to use. He loops the ropequickly around her wrists a few times before weaving the ends through the center and around each other.

“There,” he grunts, pushing to his feet. He grabs the bundle of wood, then stomps off towards the cabin.

My bunny lets out a small gasp as I flex my fingers around the slender column of her neck, restricting her air supply. “Now, you be a good girl, or your punishment might just be that I let Wyatt have his way with you.”

I feel her throat bob beneath my palm as she swallows thickly, fear lacing those pretty blue eyes. Her hands are still bound above her head, and goddamnit if the sight of her like this doesn’t make my cock even harder. My lips spread into a smile as an idea flitters through my brain. Scooping her up, I toss her over my shoulder and quickly follow Wyatt’s bootprints through the snow.

Upon reaching the cabin, I twist the doorknob and step into the living room, finding Wyatt crouched in front of the hearth tending to the fire. I kick the door shut behind me, toe off my boots, and hurry past him for the hall, carrying Charlotte back to her room.

Her body bounces in the slightest when I drop her onto the mattress, her perky little tits swaying in the most seductive way. The urge to bite her breasts until she’s covered in my marks strikes me. She’s so pure and I can’t fight the overwhelming desire to mark and ruin her pristine perfection. Excitement courses through my veins as I drag her further up the bed, looping her tied hands over the bedpost to secure her in place.

I know I shouldn’t keep her, but letting her go is out of the question. She’s seen our faces, heard our names, seen what we’ve done. The only way she gets away from us is in pieces to be fed to the local wildlife. But in the meantime, I can have my fun with her. Wyatt could, too, if he’d pull that damn stick out of his ass. My little bunny already showed me just how much she likes itwhen I play with her, so that’s what I plan to do. Her ultimate fate is a problem for another day.

Tugging my balaclava off, I pull my bowie knife from its sheath and move to sit beside her. The light from the window glints off the blade as I twist it in front of my face.

Her chest heaves with panicked breaths as she eyes the knife while I bring it closer to her throat. “Let’s get you out of these wet clothes, little bunny. No one likes a sick pet.”

Hooking the tip of the blade beneath the collar of her shirt, I flick my wrist, slicing through the black fabric. It falls to the side, a thin, see-through bra greeting me. Her breath catches in her throat as I slide the blade down her sternum, the serrations on the blade catching the bit of pink lace between the valley of her breasts. With little effort, the delicate fabric rips, springing away to give me a perfect view of her rack.

Fuck, it’s been so long since I’ve seen a set of tits live and in person. Charlotte’s are nice and round, with little dusty pink nipples that pebble up as they meet the cool air of the room. I usually like bigger breasts, but these ones are just the right size to squeeze in my hands as I slam my cock into her tight little pussy. She’s going to look beautiful covered in my cum and my marks.

All in good time.

I dip my head down, taking one of her stiffened peaks into my mouth and eliciting a soft moan from her. My tongue flicks against her skin as my hand rolls her other nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Her back starts to arch off the bed as I continue to tease her. I want to work her up, make her crave my touch,begfor my touch.

With one last twist, I drag my teeth across the sensitive skin and lean back. She really is beautiful, especially like this. Her creamy skin is tinged pink with a blush and her pouty lips part as she pants, “Derek, please.”

My cock punches against my zipper in response, and I start to second-guess myself for a second. This may be more of a punishment for me than for her, after all.

Shaking that thought away, I raise my head back up, only to catch sight of an ugly purple mark on her upper arm. Anger coils around me at the sight. Red rage swirls around my vision.

“Who the fuck did that to you?” I growl, nodding at the bruise staining her pristine skin.

She looks confused for a second until her eyes land on the mark. She looks scared, uncertain, and uncomfortable.

“Was it my piece of shit cousin? If he fucking laid hands on you, I will dig up his remains just to fucking kill him again, little snow bunny.”

“He–he’s dead right? He can’t hurt me anymore?” She stumbles over each word.

I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face as I nod…maybe my little bunny isn’t so sweet after all.

Her features relax in the slightest and I almost don’t hear it when she whispers, “I’m glad that monster’s gone.”

“So fucking perfect,” I say, my fingers tugging the waistband of her leggings and ripping them down her legs. She is perfect, my vicious little captive. She gasps as I guide the knife under her pale pink panties and twist. She jerks her legs, causing the blade to skim across her pussy as I cut them away from her body.

Her face scrunches with a wince as a tiny rivulet of blood blossoms right above her glistening slit.

I eye the panties in my hand, her desire for me already staining them, and I can’t wait a second longer to see how fucking delicious she tastes. Tossing the knife and the torn fabric onto the nightstand, I crawl over her legs, positioning myself perfectly between her toned thighs.

Wasting no time, I dive right in, licking her from ass to clit. I can’t help the feral growl that escapes me as her wetness coatsmy tongue. I stiffen it into a sharp point, the tip circling her clit before I suction my mouth over it.

“Oh god,” she shouts, the metal frame of the bed rattling as she tries to move her hands.

I chuckle against her core. “I’m no god, little bunny, but you’re welcome to praise me.”

She moans again at the vibrations, and as I look up at her, the dribble of crimson meets my eye. I swipe my finger through it as I keep flicking her clit with my tongue. It was just a nick, nothing deep, but there’s just enough blood to draw the letter ‘D’ on her bare cunt. I’m proud of my claim on her skin, even if it isn’t permanent. When I go to look at her again, wondering what she thinks, her baby blues are staring off behind me.

I swivel my head around to see Wyatt standing in the doorway with a furrowed brow, his obvious approval of this activity tenting the front of his jeans.

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