Ho Ho Homicidal Maniac (Murder and Mistletoe #2)

Chapter 19

Blake

My face is on fire as I burst into the cabin. The heavy stomping of Nico’s boots resonates down my spine, so I close the door with the entire weight of my body before locking it with a single twist of my wrist. The handle lowers when he presses it on the other side, and when the entrance remains shut, a wide grin stretches my face. This is just a bit of fun, and I’ll let him in soon, but I enjoy the idea of the chase, especially as seeing him in that mask really does something to me.

Overheating, I open my jacket, then kick off my boots and remove my top, because it’ll be fun to tease him bare-chested. “I’m sorry, but this is too much. I like the snowman better. He’ll treat me right,” I call out to taunt him.

A loud bang nearby makes me yelp and jump in terror. I turn toward its source and spot Nico’s arm sliding in through the window. He must have punched out the part that was boarded up. It’s a moment straight out of The Shining . Swift as a wild cat, he reaches the handle and pushes the window open to climb inside.

If I really was scared, I would have grabbed a pan and smacked his head with it, but I don’t want to hurt him, so I back out in helpless confusion combined with arousal at the sight of his eyes staring at me from behind the balaclava.

“You can’t run from me,” he states in a raspy voice and blocks the door with his imposing size. I know the social contract of this game requires me to run so he can hunt me down, but my legs feel like cotton buds and might break under me if I give up on the support of the wall behind me.

My pants feel so restrictive as Nico walks toward me, still in that checkered jacket and winter boots, still in the mask that transforms him into the top predator who will not be denied.

I stumble to the side, but he grabs my arm and presses me face-first into the wall.

“Not even trying anymore? Is it because you know there’s no running from me?”

His hold on my arm is so strong I doubt I’d be able to free myself without causing him significant pain. Then he runs his leather-clad hand up my naked side, all the way to my armpit and I let out an involuntary moan that makes him chuckle. His voice is dark, filled with the same passion he has for his kills, and now I’m a fly in his web, about to be consumed.

I make a half-hearted attempt at freeing myself, but he only presses harder against me, trapping me with his heat. The jacket is cold, wet, and makes my skin break out in goosebumps everywhere we touch. I twist against him, mumbling, “let me go!”

He presses his face to my nape and inhales. It makes me feel even more vulnerable, as if he’s a cat playing with its prey.

“You don’t mean it.” Nico presses his crotch to the small of my back. I know his dick very well by now, but sensing it against me doesn’t get old.

He’s often the big spoon when we sleep and every time we lie like that, I wonder what it will be like for him to just pull my pajama pants down and fuck me. How it would be to wake up to him already hard, lubing me up and pushing his cock inside me before I get a chance to voice whether I want it or not.

Maybe it’s messed up to have fantasies such as these, but I can’t help myself, not when he’s gently twisting back my arms while he grinds against me.

“I d-do! You’re scaring me. You kill people,” I all but purr, grinding right back.

“Then say my name, and I’ll stop. You know I’m not just a dangerous killer about to fuck you. I have a name. Say it if you want me to stop. Say it if you don’t want your ass fucked raw.”

Sparks erupt in my head. It’s happening. He’s making the move . I’ve been on edge all these days, asking myself if and when we’d go in that direction. Every time I’ve learned the landscape of his body, I’ve wondered what it will be like to have him deep inside me, and now it’s about to happen. He’s planning to fuck my ass, and this is my moment to consent or not.

There is no way in hell I would deny him now. Not really. Not when I’ve been daydreaming about it as if it were an unattainable fantasy. But he’s here with me, he knows what he’s doing, and I trust him not to hurt me. Of course I want it.

“No, you’re a murderer! I don’t know your name,” I whimper, shivering when he squeezes my hips.

“Suit yourself,” he whispers into my ear and slides his hands, still in those red leather gloves that remind me of his dark side, to my pants. He opens them with ease. “I’m gonna have fun with you,” Nico says and pushes the fabric down my thighs.

A cold gust of wind from the open window tickles my skin, making me clench my ass, and I throw myself to the side, only to be pulled right back by steel-firm arms. I open my mouth to scold him, tell him it’s not a gentlemanly way to behave, but a frantic yelp leaves my throat instead when he swats my ass.

“That mouth of yours isn’t meant for speaking, is it?” he asks and drags my clothes farther down, until they pool around my ankles, leaving me exposed. I’m scalding on the inside.

“You know what all of this is for.” Nico slides his hand up my belly and I’m left to whimper at his commanding presence. “That’s why you already took your top off before I even came in.” He steps on the pants and underwear bundled at my ankles. There’s something violent about his dirty boot on my clothes, between my legs, and I can’t get enough of the threat it represents. “Step out,” he orders, and I do what he wants, relishing in the fear that makes my cock ever harder. I can barely stand still with him talking to me like this. It’s as if the pleasant, enthusiastic Nico has disappeared, leaving a monster inside his body.

A part of me loves it.

“Let me go,” I plead.

“You’re exactly where you want to be,” he says, and my eyes go wide, my cheeks turning hot as the pits of hell, because he slides his fingers between my buttocks without warning.

He’s touched me there before, just teasing, rubbing his cockhead over my sensitive hole, or gliding slippery fingertips over it, but this touch has none of that tenderness. He’s pulling one of my hands back, pressing me to the wall while two gloved fingers probe at my hole roughly enough to make me rise to my tiptoes.

“No, stop,” I rasp, but my hips are already rolling for him, already trying to get his digits inside. A shiver overcomes me when he rubs his hot, masked face over my nape, and I spread my legs farther. A new sensation awakens inside me, a sensitivity deep within, and while I’m not sure what it is, I know there’s just one way to soothe it.

“I’m done playing,” he says and picks me up.

I yelp, breath caught in my throat. All he does to lift me is wrap his powerful arms around my waist. I’m no tiny thing, yet in his grip I’m like a baby bird about to be crushed, a feeling amplified by him remaining fully dressed while I’m only wearing socks.

He carries me to the kitchen area. “Hands on the table. Bend over,” Nico commands, melting whatever resolve I still had to play the role of a scared boy who doesn’t want to get railed.

“I—please, don’t hurt me,” I moan, though even the act of making such requests is arousing to me as I rest my palms on the tabletop. The air tickling my flesh as he moves behind me is almost too much, so I focus on the patterns of the wood under me, wondering what it’ll be like to have him inside. I’ve been imagining myself in this position for so long, but what if I don’t like it? Will calling him by his name work as a safe word? Would he respect it ?

He takes his sweet time, closing the window, taking off his jacket.

“Be a good boy, serve my dick well, and you might be alive tomorrow.” When he leans over me, pressing his crotch to my bare ass, I feel he’s kept his T-shirt and pants on. “Or I’ll just keep you here, chained to my bed so I can come and use this hole any time I feel horny.” He slides his hand back between my ass cheeks, and fuck , he’s kept the gloves on, and they feel so amazingly smooth and thick, and I—

“Oh God, don’t. Don’t do this to me.” I’m lying through my teeth, but my body doesn’t, and I find myself pushing back so fast the tip of his finger enters my hole. I’m seeing colors at the backs of my lids and reach back, attempting to push him away.

“Hands on the table!” he roars and slaps my ass so hard I’m sure there will be a handprint on my skin as red as his gloves.

I know him. He’s Nico. He made paper chains with me, and the paint we decorated them with is still on the plastic sheet folded in the corner of the table. But my body’s reaction to him raising his voice is so visceral I instantly put my palms back on the smooth surface.

I’m leaning down like he told me to, and he puts a tube of lube on the table in range for me to see, as if he wanted to inflict yet more mental and emotional torment.

“Spread your legs,” he orders, then pushes them apart with his boot without waiting for my reaction. I’m trembling, but my dick is dripping pre-cum to the floor. “What a beautiful ass,” he sighs and slips a finger to my hole, this time slick with lube.

The glove makes it thicker as he glides it from my taint to my anus, and back again. Its texture is making me crazy. Smooth and solid, yet still pliable, due to it not being perfectly aligned with his fingers, it adds yet another layer of sensation to my already sensitive flesh.

“What are you doing?” I mumble, lowering my face to the table and inhaling its oily scent.

“Enjoying my captive. Enjoying being your first.” And just when he says that, he slides his finger in all the way to the knuckle, spreading my tender flesh as he holds his knee between my legs to stop them from pressing back together. Not that it would help me.

A low moan rises from deep in my chest, and I grab the sides of the table as one of my feet lifts from the floor. Such a strange sensation, so unfamiliar, yet knowing he’s the one touching me, and what he intends to do next, has me writhing already. It’s not even painful, and I tighten my muscles around his digit before pulling my hips forward, as if I was leading him closer.

The movements of the finger inside me make me press my cheek to the table. I’m in a world of my own where a dangerous killer is forcing me to submit, and there’s no other option for me but to give in.

“That’s it, open nice and wide for me. I do have a big cock. You need to be able to take it,” Nico rasps and presses his crotch to the side of my ass. He’s so hard in his jeans, and I know all too well how much stamina he has when I suck him. Will he last just as long when he pushes into my ass, or will he be too excited?

Shivers run down my back as he twists his finger inside me while rubbing my taint and balls as if he were trying to tease me until I truly can’t resist him.

“I can’t,” I say, shaking my head and imagining that hard dick against my hole. I imagine it spraying cum all over my ass, and then Nico’s big hands rubbing it into my skin, so not a drop is wasted.

“You ‘can’t’ what?” he asks, as if nothing of significance was happening. “You can’t be my sex toy?” His words are accompanied by the rasp of a zipper. The sound makes my ass clench on his fingers. “This feels like you want it.”

Snapping my head up, I attempt to throw him back, like a wild horse rejecting its first-ever rider, but my voice is stifled when he grabs my face, blocking my mouth, and pulls my head to his chest. “I might need to teach you a lesson after all.”

I try to protest, but three of his gloved fingers sink between my lips, letting me taste the red leather just as he twists another finger inside my ass. The stretch is a surprise, but I try to relax and accept the girth of two digits, which he’s determined to prepare me with.

“Oh fuck…” Nico groans. “It’s so hot to feel you squirm. I hope you do that when I’m balls-deep inside you.”

As if to make that clear to me, I sense his bare dick rubbing against my ass cheek. Hard, hot, pulsing flesh begging to come inside me. I’m not really putting up a fight, but his strong grip turns me on anyway. He’s showing me he could hold me in place. My cock bobs against the table, and every time it touches anything I drizzle pre-cum. I can sense drops of it cooling on my thighs already, but the sensation pales in comparison to Nico’s firm touch. It’s almost as if he has ten hands and is able to stroke me everywhere, because each press on my tongue, each slick thrust into my anus teases this unfamiliar sensation inside, magnifying it until I’m twisting my hips in anticipation. My skull is a pressure cooker about to explode, and I need more. Faster. But telling him this would have spoiled half the fun, so I do the opposite thing and attempt to climb onto the table, away from him.

Nico pulls out his fingers and grabs my leg to stop me. He laughs. “Oh! You’re ready to be my meal? ”

I’m not sure what’s happening, too focused on the emptiness in my throbbing hole, and then he’s pulling on my leg, twisting until I fall to the tabletop, back first, my legs spread for him, my hard dick on show, and my whole body exposed.

Nico slides between my thighs, pressing his dick between my ass cheeks, and I see him in all his terrifying glory. Tight black T-shirt hugging his pecs and lean waist while showing off the muscular arms, pants open, and the balaclava hiding his features save for the intense eyes.

He makes a point of looking down at my crotch. “Looks like this turns you on. Does it, boy? Does it turn you on that I’m about to stuff you full of cock?”

I shake my head but my dick twitches, and I grab the other side of the table, trying to wrestle myself out of Nico’s grip. My efforts are for nothing, and he drags me even closer, until my ass is pressed to his groin, and he has me pinned.

What will he do to me now? Will it hurt? Will I like it?

So many questions spin through my head as he steadies himself, a dangerous monster who has no regard for my needs and wants, and will take me because he can.

“I’d handcuff you if I wasn’t so horny,” Nico rasps, and he doesn’t waste any more time. He lifts my legs to his shoulders, and I’m spread open for him. He runs one hand up my body, all the way to my neck, while he grabs his dick with the other and prods at my stretched hole with his cockhead.

My Adam’s apple bobs against his hand, and while I know the threat isn’t real (or is it?), my body is still frantic with adrenaline. Scared or excited? I might be asking myself that question until the end of my life, but the fact is that when his dick kisses my hole, it seems every nerve ending beyond the place where they meet goes dull. Nico’s saying something, but I can’t hear him over the thudding in my ears. When he pushes in, I can no longer breathe, and my head falls back as my muscles go rigid with panic. And still, despite the whine I let out in response to the sting, I don’t want him to pull out. I might be in pain now but already want more .

“Oh fuck… fuck…”

“That’s what I want…” Nico murmurs, pressing his dick in relentlessly. The long thrust is languid, controlled, and everything I’m not. “The look on your face when you take your first dick. Look at you… distressed mess, scared of how much you like to be mine.”

The breath in my throat is fire, and my eyes gloss over as they meet Nico’s. It’s heaven and hell all at once, and I know every word he says is true.

I want to be his. I’m a misguided boy who likes the danger of opening his legs for a killer, and I want him to do whatever he wishes to me.

I want to be scared as he pumps me full of cum.

I don’t stand a chance against his force, and by the time he bottoms out inside me, my body relaxes, accepting him as its master. The air is fragrant with the sharp essence of his lust, and I close my eyes, savoring it. “Not true. You’ll never really have me,” I challenge him, but my voice turns into a moan when he makes an unexpected jab with his hips, and somehow ends up entering me even deeper.

“You sure about that?” Nico rasps, folding me so that his balaclava-hidden face is just inches away from mine. “I’ll keep marking you until you understand that you’re mine.” He starts rocking his hips against my ass, and I don’t understand how it can cause me both discomfort and pleasure, but something about the painful intensity of the thrusts triggers a release of molten hot sensation that soon spreads freely all over my abdomen and up my chest.

The desire bubbling up in my brain makes me relax enough to enjoy his thrusts. I see my legs on his shoulders, and it’s a reminder of how open to him I am, my own cock bobbing against my stomach, so very hard I can’t deny that I’m loving this moment, regardless of what lies spill from my lips.

Initially, I thought the soreness would be a necessary trade-off for the ecstasy accompanying it and the chance of offering my body to someone else, like I always wanted, but as my insides adjust to being penetrated, I’m treated to pure bliss.

The deep need I’ve experienced earlier somehow grows until I grab my thighs and hold them open while Nico saws into me. His cock makes a plunging sound each time it enters my hole, and I moan helplessly as I watch him assault me with his tool over and over. I should be embarrassed, I should hide my face and pretend it’s not me getting off to this imaginary scenario, but I like this way too much to deny myself.

Nico’s blue eyes shine as if he were the devil come to this world only to seduce and corrupt me, and I don’t think I ever craved anything more.

He’s holding my throat without squeezing as he changes the angle of his thrusts and makes them count. I let out a yelp in response to each, but don’t fight it. Sparks explode under my eyelids, because that has to be my prostate he’s teasing. I can’t imagine anything else inside me feeling like this. The pleasure floods my body in a new wave, filling my already tight balls and making me moan.

And as if it wasn’t enough that I seem to be losing my damn mind for this masked devil, he slides his hand to my cock. It’s still slippery from lube, and Nico wastes no time, jerking me off, riding me, making me his.

I whimper, overwhelmed and zoning out, but then he presses his forehead to mine, and I’m back with him again, anchored by those beautiful eyes. I reach for his face, cupping it as he jabs into me in a series of rapid thrusts, and there’s no more strength left in me to resist. I come, spraying us both with cum and milking the dick inside me as Nico grabs my hips and lets his eyes roll back, plunging into me even faster.

“Yes…” I utter. “Use me.”

And oh, does he. He doesn’t even say anything, the air between us filled with his grunts and my moans. I’m not even sure if I’ve stopped coming yet or not. My stomach is covered with my own spunk, but all I can focus on is my throbbing hole squeezing his thick dick as he makes hasty jabs into my body.

I slide my hand to his muscular forearm and feel it tense when he stiffens, his breath hot on my face even through the black fabric. I don’t know if I’m imagining it, or if I really feel it, but I swear I sense his hot cum shooting inside me.

I love it.

Nico’s jerking over me, his eyes closed as he settles with his hips pressed to my ass, but I’m still in heaven, stroking his chest and shoulders as he relaxes.

I’m exhausted, and my insides feel sore, but the sense of contentment is still glowing in my chest as I peel the balaclava from my lover’s flushed face. He’s so fucking handsome.

“Hello, Nico.”

When a big smile blooms on his lips, it’s as if the monster within him is gone. Sated, it’s gone back to sleep. I wonder if this is how he feels after killing. I could fall in love with this smile, and it’s a thought as lovely as it is terrifying.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he mumbles and rests his weight on me. I slide my legs off his shoulders, missing his cock the moment it slips out, but at least I have his weight to soothe me.

My chest is full of things that need to be said, but I’m not ready yet and very slowly pull myself into a sitting position, so I can slide into his arms. This puts pressure on my asshole, which feels damp and way more tender than it was a moment ago, but when I bury my sweaty face in his shoulder, seeking the tenderness I didn’t want when he was roughly fucking me, it’s all worth it.

It feels so soothing to be held by him, and Nico leaves little kisses all over my ear. They make my heart flutter, and I know it’s probably the high of the orgasm, but I still imagine a life with him where I work part-time in his shop, we live in his tiny attic apartment, and every day is Christmas. For once, the twinkling lights under the ceiling bring me joy not annoyance.

“Was it okay?” he asks, stroking my back so tenderly I could cry.

But I chuckle instead and give him a firm hug. “‘Okay’? You’re so dumb sometimes, you know that? More like the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Nico snorts and nuzzles my ear. “I loved every little whimper and moan you made.” He takes off his gloves behind my back, and then slides his warm hands up and down my spine. Every one of his gestures is meant to cherish me. I have never felt so appreciated.

“I liked everything,” I admit, hiding my face in his clothes. I love how strongly they smell of him now. “How scary you were. I even liked when it got a bit intense. It was like hot sauce, enhancing the flavor,” I tell him and press a kiss to the side of his jaw.

Nico smirks, looking very self-satisfied. “I saw it in your eyes when I put on the balaclava. You’re a kinky little thing.”

And I’m only discovering how much. He’s opening the locks I put on myself one by one. But as I rest in his warm embrace, reality creeps back in, reminding me that we won’t always remain in this remote cabin. Sooner rather than later, we will return to civilization, and what then? It’s one thing to fuck a vicious killer, but it’s not like I would date him. People aren’t always what they seem, and how far could that potentially go with a man like Nico, a man who enjoys killing and doesn’t mind torture to get what he wants? Just a few days ago, I witnessed him cutting off a man’s nose, for fuck’s sake.

Blinded by desire and my personal interest in the Christmas Killer, I might be unwilling to see him for what he is, but people who appeared way less violent than him have done terrible things. How can I assume I’ll be special and never end up on the wrong side of his knife?

Still, it’s safest in the eye of the storm, so I hug him, wondering what to do about the future. He’s so solid in my arms, and he’s made it clear he wants to date me. What would happen if I rejected him for real? I can’t live in his Christmas joy delusion while he continues to kill people on the side. It can’t work.

My chest squeezes, as if my ribs have tightened around my heart when I imagine never seeing Nico again, but I’m quick to shake it off.

I’ll deal with that once my brother is no longer a danger.