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A loud moan rips from my lips without reservation as I rub the little metal bulbs against my skin.

Fuck, it feels incredible.

I’m so wet already, it doesn’t make much until I’m shivering and shaking all over, my toes curling as the pleasure burns through my skin like wildfire.

“I’m coming,” I gasp, crashing my body into Nico’s, trapping his leaking cock between us. Smearing the paint, I hold onto him as I ride the wave of my orgasm until I can trust my knees again.

“This is the best Christmas ever,” Nico rasps between rapid breaths, kissing my temple.

Devilishly, I smile up at him, “Oh, but the fun has just begun, baby boy…”

Chapter twenty-one

Hunted

(Nico)

Perchedonahill,the Ricci compound stretches out into a dark forest that seems to swallow the night itself. The dense canopy of ancient oaks and towering pines creates an impenetrable wall of shadows, their gnarled branches reaching out like grasping fingers.

The untamed wilderness, spanning nearly a thousand acres, is a stark contrast to the estate’s manicured lawns and pristine gardens.

As darkness falls, the forest comes alive with unseen creatures, their calls echoing through the trees in an eerie symphony. Moonlight struggles to penetrate the thick foliage, creating pockets of silver amidst the inky blackness.

The air here is different—heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, carrying whispers of secrets (and bodies) long buried.

At least it’s not snowing. It’s cold enough for my fingers to go numb, but this year, Christmas ismild,according to the weather reports.

I’ve always been scared of the wilderness in our backyard. Ever since my mother tied me to a tree overnight as punishment for being a naughty six-year-old.

It was an accident. I didn’t mean to break the cup; I just wanted to surprise her with tea in bed. But she didn’t care about my intentions, just about the mess I made.

“Grow up, Domenico,”my mother said as she dragged me outside by my ear while my father wordlessly watched. “Stop crying. Boys don’t cry.”

I begged and pleaded for mercy as she wrapped the rough rope around me, but she just walked away, leaving me tied in the darkness with the howling cayotes as my only companion.

It was the longest night of my life as I waited for the monsters to come for me. I was so certain I was going to die a painful death that moonless night.

The monsters never came, but it didn’t matter.

When my mother finally sent a guard to untie me the following day, I was shivering cold, terrified, and unable to form sentences without stuttering, my little red shorts soiled and clinging to me uncomfortably.

“Monsters are not real,” my mother insisted, dismissing my fears.

But tonight, the monsterisreal, not just a memory or a dream.

Faster, Domenico, faster!

I’m running as fast as I can.

But it’s not fast enough.

Around me, the forest is a blur of black shadows pierced by only a slither of moonlight and the menacing beam of the flashlight in pursuit.

The night air is cool, but I'm burning up inside. Fear and exertion set my nerves on fire as branches whip across my face.

My chest is heaving, sweat mingling with the blood from a dozen minor cuts on my hands and face as the foliage resists my passage.

As my feet pound the uneven ground, my boots keep slipping on damp leaves and loose stones.

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