Page 15 of Deadly Night
Glancing back over my shoulder, I see him illuminated under a streetlamp looking utterly terrifying. He waves his bloody axe over his shoulder. He’s not even chasing me.
Not yet.
He’s toying with his prey.
He’s the hunter, and I’m the doe in his sights.
Back at the bazaar, the stalls are empty. Only a few lights remain lit. The scene is no longer friendly and inviting. It’s dark, cold, and creepy. The inflatable elves at the entrance to Santa Land bend and wave with the frigid winter wind as snow pelts all around.
There’s nowhere to hide.
I turn around, my eyes on my stalker as he strolls toward me.
His steps are slow and methodical.
He has me right where he wants me.
I take a few steps back, my legs hitting Santa’s chair.
The masked man is upon me now.
I grab one of the plastic candy cane decorations that’s staked in the ground. I give it a tug, and it snaps at the end. I point it at his chest like it will do any damage.
“What are you going to do?” My words come out shaky as my breath cloud floats in front of me.
A shiver passes through me as he swats my pitiful weapon away as if it is nothing more than a gnat.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
Wetness pools between my thighs at the threat that feels more like a promise.
I gulp as he wraps a gloved hand around my throat, which smells of pine and is a bit sticky.
My heart hammers in my chest.
Rolling the bottom half of his mask up, I stare at his lips.
I know those lips. They smiled at me earlier tonight.
There’s nothing to stop him from crushing my throat here in the dark and the cold.
There’s a million ways he could kill me.
“And then, little elf…” his lips pull upward, and I want to taste them.
“And then…,” I repeat as he rubs the butt of his weapon against the skirt of my dress.
I gasp, and he dips his chin.
His torturous and punishing lips meet mine full of brutality.
He tastes of smoke and peppermint.
Dangerous.
Sexy.
Deadly.
