Hunted for the Holidays

Chapter 2

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BOW DOWN BY I PREVAIL

“ F ucking prick,” I murmur, cupping my hands and bringing them to my mouth. I blow a warm breath between my freezing palms before turning towards Wyatt, whose eyes are narrowed, tracking every detail of our surroundings. “Entitled asshole rented out this whole side of the mountain so he doesn’t have to share it with anyone.”

Never shifting his gaze from the clearing in front of us, Wyatt unzips his camo backpack and digs around. He’s silent as he pulls out a pair of gloves and tosses them in my direction, ever the fucking boy scout. While I spent my teen years doing normal shit like football and parties, my little stepbrother was earning badges for his ability to thrive in the wilderness.

“Here he comes,” Wyatt murmurs, pointing through the gap in the trees.

I follow his finger to see a set of skinny skis gliding down a shallow embankment a few yards ahead of us. Our cousin- well, really just mine by blood- moves across the powdery snow with ease and arrogance in every stride. The sight of him out here enjoying his freedom and endless money sets my teeth on edge. I was naive then, so I didn’t see what he was setting me up for. Now, I’m here to get my pound of flesh for his treachery.

Grabbing an arrow from the pack, I load my bow and raise it in the air. I start to pull back on the cable when someone yells his name, giving me pause.

A petite blonde in a designer snowsuit comes into view. She’s a pretty little thing, clearly half Kit’s age and way out of his league. Even with the suit on, I can make out the slope of a perky ass. She looks uptight, like she’d be prim and proper and oh so much fun to break. I don’t know who she is to him, but I know he won’t be getting to play with that pretty little thing after I’m done here. Maybe I’ll keep her for myself.

“Who would be out here with him?” Wyatt asks in a low voice, as if he’s reading my mind.

“I don’t fucking know,” I growl, lowering the bow. My cock stirs to life at the sight of the woman’s golden hair and pristine skin. She turns her face slightly, allowing me to see her beautiful blue eyes and rosy lips. She’s a delicate little angel and I want her. She can be my prize after all this is done. I’ll bet she looks oh so pretty when she begs.

Kit comes to a sudden stop, pivoting on his skis as he shuffles in her direction. Anger etches his features, his lip curling up in disgust, but as his mouth opens, the wind kicks up. The wicked howl of the icy air conceals whatever it is he has to say, but by the way her face drops in response, it was obviously some sort of threat. She flinches when he brings his hand up, like she’s scared of him.

They both start to move again. Kit’s strides are twice as long as hers, and he quickly starts to pull ahead, leaving her behind. I raise my bow again to take aim, but I’ve lost my shot.

“I can’t get a good shot off from here with all the shadows,” I mutter as I ease to my feet.

“I can do it,” Wyatt replies gruffly, slapping a hand on my shoulder and shoving me down. I lose my balance, knocking back into some brush as he grabs the bow from my hand and loads it.

My little snow bunny stops in her tracks, swiveling her head around at the sound. I like the way her pouty lips part, a foggy breath escaping them as she trembles in place. Fear creases her features as she looks for the source, calling out for that oblivious douchebag again. Her terror calls to me. I want to watch her cry for me as I pin her down and take her.

Wyatt’s arrow pierces Kit’s leg, his responding scream reverberating around the mountainside and the blonde stumbling to her ass as the scene unfolds.

Adrenaline courses through my system as I rush out from the treeline, my breath condensing behind my dark ski mask. Running full speed then ramming my boot into my pathetic cousin’s back and I force him face-first into the snow. Twisting my foot, the crampons tear through his expensive coat and blood soaks through the light-colored material as the metal spikes penetrate his flesh. The pop of his skin breaking open as I dig into his back is satisfying as fuck. He shrieks in pain, the sound causing the corners of my lips to lift into a smile. I bring up my foot, releasing the sharpened spears of my metal spikes from his flesh, and with a few kicks to the ribs, Wyatt flips him onto his back.

“Hello, cousin,” I drawl, lifting up my balaclava.

“Derek?” He coughs, looking up at me wide-eyed. “I thought y-you…”

“Thought I was serving ten years for the embezzlement charges you set me up for?”

His throat bobs roughly as he nods, the snow beneath him turning a deeper shade of crimson with each passing moment.

“Got out a couple of weeks ago for good behavior,” I shrug. “I would’ve called, but someone changed their number.”

“I-I can,” he chokes on a swallow, crimson splattering from his lips, “explain.”

My lips spread into an easy grin as I pull my bowie knife from its sheath. “I don’t want your excuses, cousin,” I murmur, holding the nine-inch blade up in front of my face and admiring the way the sun glints off the metal. “You know what I really want, Kit?” I muse, meeting his fear-filled eyes. “Revenge.”

With a sweep of my arm, I plunge the blade straight down into his stomach. Feathers from his fancy coat fly around me as I yank it back out and slam the bloody blade into his soft center, again and again. The feeling of my knife bursting through the surface of his skin and tearing open his insides is enough to make my dick hard. I slow my stabs, savoring each delicious moment of his agonizing pain. His screams and wails lessen as his life drains from him right before my eyes.

“At least you know why I’m doing this. Unlike when you betrayed me. You stabbed me in the back and ran. Leaving me alone and confused. You couldn’t even face me like a man, you fucking coward,” I murmur, the knife making a squelching sound as I stab him one last time. Seven wounds now litter his abdomen; one for each year I was locked up. His mouth hinges open with a gargled gasp and a puddle of blood sullies the snow around him. I knew my revenge would feel good, I just didn’t anticipate how absolutely exhilarating it would be.

“Find his wallet,” I order Wyatt. “Asshole’s got to have some cash on him.”

Wyatt sinks to his knees and starts going through Kit’s pockets, the sound of snow crunching prompting me to whip my head around before I can even put my knife away. The small blonde has managed to ditch the skis and is running full speed towards the trees.

Fuck, I forgot about my little snow bunny.

Taking off after her, I quickly close the distance between us. She’s fast, but I’m faster. Guess the only good thing about spending most of my twenties in jail is that I had nothing better to do than work out. In one quick movement, I lunge forward, taking us both to the ground.

“Caught you, little bunny,” I say, pinning her beneath me.

She struggles, her ass brushing the front of my jeans with each squirm, further stirring my dick to life. After seven years with nothing better than my imagination, my hand, and a communal bottle of lotion, this is like a fucking lap dance. I wonder how soft her skin would feel between my teeth.

“Please,” she begs, tears trailing down the side of her face.

The scent of jasmine, vanilla, sweat, and fear floods my nostrils as I lean closer, licking a salty path up her cheek, causing her to still. She’s fucking delicious. I am going to thoroughly enjoy playing with her.

“What’s your name?” I ask my pretty little prey.

“Char-lotte,” she sniffles.

“Can you be a good girl for me, Charlotte?”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she nods in the snow.

“Good,” I say, wrapping my fist in her silky hair and dragging her up to her knees as I stand.

She stares up at me from beneath her long lashes. Tears rim her blue eyes, making them shimmer in the dimming sunlight. Makeup runs down her pale cheeks. She’s a mess—a beautiful fucking mess. The sight of her on her knees with fear and vulnerability painted across her pretty face makes my cock thicken to an uncomfortable stiffness behind my zipper. I really should be focused on what I came here for, but there’s something so pure about her that I can’t deny myself the chance to ruin.

With my free hand, I curl my fingers under her chin, tipping her head back so she’s looking right at me. The pad of my thumb traces back and forth across her soft lips. I can already imagine how fucking good they will feel wrapped around my cock. She doesn’t resist as I press the tip of my thumb between them.

“Good girl,” I praise, slowly pushing in further.

Something sparkles in her eyes at my words. I think she likes the praise. I pull my thumb out, trailing my knuckles down the curve of her cheek and leaning down. “Take my cock out, little bunny.”

Her eyebrows raise, lips parting in surprise as I see a little puff of air leave them. I wonder if she’ll fight me or if she’ll be my good little girl.

Charlotte pulls off her gloves, an obnoxious diamond cluttering her left hand as she unbuttons my jeans. She isn’t just weekend company, she is— was— his fiance. A flash of jealous heat rushes up my spine at the thought of him having her and my grip on her hair tightens.

If she feels any pain, she doesn’t show it. Instead, she slowly and unsurely pulls down my zipper. Impatient for her touch, I use my free hand to release my cock from the confines of my pants and boxer briefs. She gasps as I stroke it in her face, like she’s never seen a dick before.

“Touch me,” I command her.

She looks uncertain, but places her lithe fingers around as much of my hard length as she can and starts to pump, mimicking my own touch while looking to me for reassurance.

Surely this girl has jacked someone off before, right?

My head tips back at the contact. It feels so fucking good. Her delicate and warm palm glides against my skin as she looks up at me with a hooded gaze.

“I need to be inside you,” I growl.

Pausing, her eyes ping nervously from my cock to face as she stutters. “I…uh… but-”

“No buts, bunny, open wide,” I admonish, guiding her head forward.

Her lips part and she looks up at me with fear in her eyes. She’s such a sweet little thing. I can’t wait to ruin her. I shove my cock roughly into her opened mouth and she sucks me greedily, going too deep too fast. She gags and sputters. but I don’t give a shit if she chokes. Her throat is like heaven and goddamnit if I don’t already feel like I’m gonna come. Charlotte hollows her cheeks, her tongue circling my tip. I use my hand in her hair to hold her head still while I fuck her face.

“Fuck,” I moan as she picks up her pace, hands wrapping around my base.

I know I won’t last long and I don’t even fucking care, because I’ve just decided I’m taking her home with me. She may have been Kit’s, but she’s mine now, and I intend to play with my prey before I kill it. Releasing her hair, both of my hands grip her face roughly as I start to piston my hips.

Panic and fresh tears well in her eyes as she gags again when I bump the back of her throat. I’m so lost in how fucking good she feels, I don’t hear anyone coming.

“What in the actual fuck are you doing, Derek?” Wyatt spits. I turn to make eye contact with him, not stopping my relentless attack on my captive and finding Wyatt’s face twisted up in anger.

Charlotte tries to scream, but my dick muffles the sound and the vibrations make my balls start to tighten. Her palms slap repeatedly against my thighs as I slam in harder, using her to chase my release.

“Good fucking girl, Charlotte,” I grunt out, hot ropes of cum shooting down her throat.

I release my grip and she falls back, snot and tears trailing down her face as she coughs and spits into the snow. Tucking away my spent dick, I turn to Wyatt with a shrug. “Getting my first blowjob as a free man.”

“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, her fingers clawing at his flannel-clad forearm. Before I can even react, she goes quiet, body sagging in his hold.