Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
What is he even talking about? There will be no normalcy between me and him. He’s a criminal I’m unhealthily fascinated by, and there’s no pushing the truth back into the closet after I’ve seen what he is.
I rub my face, because I can’t think straight when he’s in front of me, half-naked. I’ve been spending hours in his company, constantly breathing in his scent yet denied touch. At this point, I would lie, steal, and cheat for a taste of him. But he deserves the truth, or we’ll never be past this. “Nico, I can’t date you. You’re a serial killer.”
My stomach clenches when a darkness settles in his blue eyes. I don’t know if it’s a trick of light because the bulb above us gives such stark illumination, or just because he’s lowered his eyelids, but it feels unnatural. His jaw tightens, and he inhales deeply, which only makes me avoid staring at his pecs, because they’re all too close and all too tempting.
“You can’t date me, but you can fuck me? Fuck a serial killer?” his voice is like a boulder weighing on my heart, and I take a step back, a mouse fallen into a lion’s cage.
He can’t be so deeply in denial. I’m a normal person, who wants to live a fun, carefree life. I don’t want to have to watch my back, or worry for him, or fear what he might do when one day he loses interest in me.
He’s a serial killer. What else can I expect?
“That’s different.”
He stares me down. “I think I get it. You love the danger. You like the Christmas Killer, but not me.”
It feels like a slap, and I shake my head, because that’s not true at all. “What are you talking about? I do like you!”
Nico cracks his neck with a sneer. “Like me? How can you like me? You don’t even like Christmas!”
I have never heard anything less reasonable in my life! What a wild logical jump to make.
“You are not Christmas!”
“But I am the Christmas Killer, and that is something you secretly love.” Nico steps closer, until our boots touch, as if he’s daring me to back away. But I can’t move. Blood has drained out of my head, and all I can sense is his cologne, all I can see is his handsome face above, and his hairy chest. Even his voice, dangerous and raspy, is keeping me still like an invisible chain.
After having sex at least twice a day since I lost my virginity, the dry spell of the last two days has been a shock to the system, and I can’t think straight when he’s so close, so authoritative.
“It’s… complicated.”
Nico shakes his head, and places his hand on my neck, his fingers keeping my jaw still as if he’s assessing a turkey to kill for his feast. “It’s not, really. You can’t date me, but you can fuck me. You hate Christmas, but you have use for the Christmas Killer. You need me to kill your brother, and I want your sweet, tight body as my pay. I think we understand each other now.”
I hate the coldness in his voice, because it doesn’t suit him at all, but I can’t help what his words are doing to me. They’re coming straight from my most secret fantasies, and I can’t look away even though we’re heading straight for a painful crash. “You want me to pay?” I ask, breathless, because saying that out loud sends my flesh into a lusty frenzy. He’s so strong, so dangerous, and I’m eating it up.
“Yes,” he rasps and just as I’m about to answer, he turns me around so I’m facing a stack of boxes. He’s often tender with me, so it always shocks me that he can manhandle me with such ease.
I whimper and grab the edge of the box on top, pushing back against him, because finally he’s touching me again. Maybe this uneasy situation can be solved through pleasure, and after the past two weeks, my body learned to crave him with an almost unnatural thirst. I widen my stance and roll my hips in a circular motion, struggling to keep still.
His big warm hands slide under my hoodie, straight for my pecs. He squeezes them hard and pushes against me, already growing hard. I should tell him to wait until we’re in a motel, or at least in the car in the middle of nowhere, that the door to this room doesn’t even have a lock, but it only excites me more that his lust is so urgent.
I don’t understand what’s between us now, but responding to his touch is instinctual and doesn’t require much thought. Nico’s shameless in how he rubs his crotch against my ass, as if this is all I am for him now. I’m not sure how to feel about it, yet it doesn’t make me any less aroused.