Hunted for the Holidays

Chapter 4

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PLEASE BY OMINDO AND EX HABIT

“ O h, sweet little Charlotte,” I chuckle as I shift her body over my shoulder. “You should know by now that fighting me only makes my cock hard.”

“Stop, let me go!” she screams, her icy fingers clawing at my back, fists beating into me as I stride through the trees.

My feet come to a grinding halt, my free hand landing a harsh slap against her plump ass. “Someone’s not being a good girl.”

Her body goes rigid in my grip as she stammers, “Di-did you just spank me?”

“That’s what bad girls get,” I say nonchalantly. “They also get tied up.”

“What?” she gasps, legs kicking as she tries to escape.

At this point, I’m starting to get annoyed. She knew Kit wasn’t a good guy, so really, us killing him was doing her a fucking favor. I saved her–not only from that douchebag, but from the instant execution my stepbrother wanted her to meet. She should be on her knees right now, sucking my fucking cock in gratitude. Little brat.

Shit, even just thinking about fucking my little captive gets me hard. Seven years is a long damn time, and as good as her mouth felt, I know that prissy little cunt of hers is going to feel like heaven when it’s finally wrapped around my dick.

“Wyatt!” I snap, his shoulders tensing as he turns around to face me.

The balaclava hides everything but his eyes, but by the way they narrow at me, I can hazard a guess that his face is fully twisted up in a scowl.

“Give me a piece of that rope,” I direct, motioning towards the bundle of firewood he’s carrying.

Wyatt sighs audibly as he mumbles something about chopping the bitch to pieces, begrudgingly loosening one of the knots securing the wood.

Charlotte is still fighting me, but I’ve got a feeling it’s all false bravado. She knows I can overpower her. I can take anything from her–even that sweet little pussy–if I really want to, which I must certainly do. The fight just makes her feel better, so I’ll play along and let her pretend she doesn’t want to be used by me.

The way her body reacted to my touch earlier and the soft flutter of her eyelashes as I rubbed her clit is all the proof I need that this girl was meant to be mine. My perfect little captive.

In one swift motion, I flip her over and take her to the ground. She lets out a pained breath as her back smacks against the snow. Straddling her, I hold her in place as I gather both her wrists in one hand and hold out my other.

Wyatt’s green eyes track my movements, a displeased look still creasing the space between his brows as he tosses me the section of rope. I wind the rough and worn rope around her small wrists. I want this to be tight, a reminder to her to behave, but not so tight that it can’t be undone if I want her to please me with her soft little fingers.

Trying to tie a knot with one hand is hard enough, but Charlotte keeps moving beneath me, making it damn near impossible. “Stop fucking moving,” I grind out as the rope comes undone again.

“I’ll be good!” she shouts.

“It’s too late for that, my little snow bunny. You tried to run away from me, do you know how that made me feel? After everything I’ve done for you…”

Her blue eyes round, fresh tears glossing across them as her bottom lip quivers. “If you’re going to kill me, just get it over with already.”

“Wouldn’t that be nice,” Wyatt sneers, folding his arms across his chest.

“Please,” she begs, a stray tear cutting a wet path down her flushed cheeks.

I need to get her back to the cabin. It’s far too cold out here for what little clothes she’s wearing. Even if she did manage to escape us, she wouldn’t make it far before she froze to death.

Ignoring my stepbrother, I lean forward, nipping at her ear lobe as I murmur, “If you’re dead, I can’t play with you or punish your sweet little ass. And I’m not done with either of those yet.”

She stills, the promise of getting to live longer seemingly making her pliable again. Rocking back onto my heels, I tip my chin at Wyatt. “Care to fucking help me here?”

“Your pet,” he scoffs. “You take care of her.”

“Whatever,” I spit, fumbling with the rope again. At this point, I’ve resorted to using my teeth to grip one end while my free hand tries to pull it tight.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” Wyatt sighs, stepping forward and dropping to a knee. “Give me that,” he growls as he snatches the rope from my hand.

I rock back onto my heels, still pinning Charlotte in place with my hips as Wyatt puts his skills to use. He loops the rope quickly 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 it when 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, beg for 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 coats my 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.

“Come here, little brother,” I rasp, tipping my chin. “Her mouth is all yours.”

The look on his face morphs into a predatory gaze as he strides across the room, unbuttoning his jeans. He pulls his dick out,the silver hoop looping through the tip shining in the light. By the way Charlotte gasps, I take it she hasn’t seen a Prince Albert piercing before.

“Fuck you both!” she shouts, whipping her head to the side as Wyatt fists his length, giving it a few lazy strokes before stepping closer.

Reaching up, I pinch her nipple, eliciting a sharp whimper. “Now, now, little bunny, be a good girl. Maybe if you suck my brother’s dick he won’t want to kill you anymore.”

Her doe eyes meet mine before they glance up at Wyatt’s heated gaze.

“If I do this, you won’t hurt me?” she asks with a sweet hopefully lilt to her voice that tugs at something deep inside me. Wyatt just shrugs.

“Okay,” she breathes, mouth opening to welcome his pierced cock.

“Stick your tongue out,” Wyatt demands.

The little bunny does as she’s told, and Wyatt’s jaw flexes before he leans over and spits into her waiting mouth. She flinches as his saliva hits her tongue, but before she can snap her mouth closed, Wyatt pushes his cockhead between her lips.

Damn . Watching my little brother use her has my stomach twisting into knots and heat singing my spine, desire shooting through me.

Fisting her hair in his tattooed hands, he starts to piston his hips, fucking her face. Charlotte moans around his length as he uses her. I don’t know why watching my stepbrother get his dick sucked by my little bunny makes feel so fucking unhinged, but I have to reach down to adjust myself before going back to punishing her.

My fingers find her clit, strumming it until she starts to squirm. She’s getting close–I can tell–and when her thighs just barely start to quake, I withdraw my hand. Her forehead creases in confusion.

A smirk spreads across my face as I drag the digit still covered in her wetness further down, tracing her opening. She bucks her hips as I start to press inside. God, she’s so fucking tight. Her greedy cunt swallows my finger, squeezing it tight. There’s no way in hell I’d fit my cock in her. As much as I can’t wait to fuck her senselessly and stuff her full of cum, I’ll have to work her up to it.

Her eyes start to roll back in her head, whimpers and moans humming from her full mouth as I add a second digit and pump into her. I curl them at their deepest point, massaging her insides and she starts to flail her legs like she’s never felt anything this good before…

Maybe she hasn’t.

“Are you a virgin, little bunny?” I ask, my motions stopping.

Charlotte’s watering eyes look at me painfully as I withdraw my hand. The faintest bit of crimson stains my fingertips, giving me the answer.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” Wyatt grits out amidst my discovery.

He holds her head steady and slams himself fully inside her. She jerks her hands, the metal frame of the bed beneath her squeaking as she struggles to breathe. Tears slide down her face, chest stuttering with silent gasps as he fills her with his release. I can’t take my eyes off them—my sweet and innocent little virgin being face fucked by my brother is the most alluring thing I’ve ever seen. I don’t dare blink, fearing I’ll miss a moment of their combined pleasure and pain. Fuck, the combination is deliciously depraved.

Wyatt’s hips still, and he slowly withdraws his spent cock. Strings of cum and saliva trail from her lips, dribbling down her chin as she grimaces like she’s about to gag. Wyatt’s quick to react, slapping his tattooed hand across her face and sealing her mouth shut.

“Swallow,” he orders.

Charlotte nods behind his hold and her throat bobs as she swallows down my stepbrother’s cum. Fuck, I suddenly want to shove my tongue down her throat and taste their combined flavor.

He looks at me with a sated smile tugging at his lips as he tucks himself away. “Maybe your little captive is a good girl after all.”

Pushing up from the bed, I preen as I look down at her. “Hear that, Charlie? You’ve been a good girl. Guess your punishment’s over.”

Wyatt’s already leaving the room as I move to cover her naked form with the faded quilt from the bed.

“Derek!” she shouts as I’m heading to the door. “What about me?”

Grabbing the doorknob, I look back at her. “Remember this lesson the next time you want to be a bad girl.”

She thrashes and wails, but she’s still tied tightly to the bed, secure in Wyatt’s knots.

“Sleep tight little bunny,” I call out, pulling the door shut behind me.