Page 17 of Deadly Night
“You take my fat cock like such a good girl, my naughty little elf slut.” He pinches my tit and then bites it hard enough to leave a mark.
Someone screams in the distance. At first, I think it’s me.
But then I hear it again.
“Fuck,” Damon curses.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as he starts to pull out.
He groans into my mouth, kissing me hard, deep, and wet. “Have to, baby,” he says as though it’s painful to do so.
I feel his loss immediately as he gets his pants pulled up and his belt done up.
He pulls me to my feet and adjusts my clothes.
Police sirens echo around us.
His lips meet my forehead. “Now would be a good time for you to run, little elf.” His breath caresses my face.
I nod, but my feet stay planted. The violence of his kiss lingers on my tongue. His teeth marks and fingerprints bruise my skin.
I don’t want this to end.
He pulls away as the flashing lights and sirens grow closer.
“Run,” he growls the order at me.
I step around him and shoot down the opposite side street that runs behind the vape shop.
I get stopped midway by the sight of Tony dead. I press a palm to my mouth and look behind me. There’s no sign of Damon, but I know he’s not far. I can feel his eyes skittering across my flesh. Did he kill Tony, too?
Shit.
Snow crunches behind me. A warning to keep moving.
My breath billows in front of my face as the temperature continues to plummet.
My cheeks are red and cold as I rush past the dumpsters and onto Candy Cane Boulevard, where the tree lighting ceremony is happening.
I spot Sydney in the crowd. She probably thinks I’m off making out with Nick.
If she only knew the truth.
I keep to the back of the crowd, hoping no one sees me or the blood staining my tights. Though I suppose I’ve now been part of a murder, having an alibi of being at this ceremony isn’t a bad idea.
Damon must have the same idea because he moves in behind me, shoving his leather jacket over my cold shoulders. His earthy scent of pine tingled with leather and smoke wraps around me as he hugs me from behind. His lips skate along the side of my neck as he pushes me deeper into the crowd until we are near the front with Sydney.
I don’t have time to wonder what he did with his axe.
Sydney does a double take seeing Damon behind me, while mouthing, ‘What the fuck?’ at me.
I shake my head and turn, pressing my front to Damon’s, hiding my tights. Not that anyone is really paying attention to us. All eyes are on the enormous tree Damon’s family farm donated to the town as they do every year. The mayor concludes his speech, and someone hits a button. The tree sparks to life, glowing with multicolored lights and ornaments made by the local kids.
My thoughts flicker and filter a million miles a minute.
What am I doing?
I’m standing in the arms of a killer.
