Chapter 4
Kryx pulls away from me before swiftly slinging me over his shoulder like Santa’s sack of toys. I pound my fists against his back, yelling at him to put me down as he roughly grips my ass and heads to the bedroom, barely squeezing both of us through the door frame.
Dropping me onto the bed, I bounce on the mattress and use the force to try to scramble back up.
As I reach the edge of the mattress, something cold grips my wrist and yanks me back, pulling me flat on my back.
The same cold bite encircles my other wrist, securing both my arms above my head and tying them to the headboard.
I look up and see chains wrapped around each wrist, rattling with every failed attempt to free myself.
“Let. Me. Go.” I force out the words with each yank, thrusting my hips for leverage. But I’m just left gasping, a bead of sweat sliding down my temple as panic seeps in with every heaved breath, paralyzing my body.
He acts as if I should know him—as if all those times I saw him and let him in, I wanted him.
But that can’t be possible. He’s a monster—a demon—and he's no more real than Santa Claus.
He's nothing more than a story told to children to keep them being good, for goodness' sake. And even as my body betrays me and seems drawn to him like a moth to a flame, I can’t just let him do this.
This has to be another dream—a nightmare—with my stir-crazy mind playing tricks on me.
Kryx stands at the end of the bed, surrounded by darkness, except for the fiery glow from the flames in the living room, flickering around the hearth like a caged animal begging to be set free, singeing the toe of my single stocking that still hangs from it.
He snaps his fingers, and the candles on my dresser light up, casting a soft glow in the room and creating shadows on the sharp lines of his face, making him seem more devious than before.
He places a knee on the mattress, the wooden bed creaking under his weight. His burning eyes wander over my body, examining every inch as if he’s done it a thousand times. He slowly slides a finger up the inside of my leg, across my center, and hooks it onto the waistband of my jogger sweatpants.
“Wait,” I yip, just as he yanks them down, ripping them from my body and discarding them like nothing more than old rags. The smell of ash fills my nostrils as his claws glide over my skin and begin to trace the edge of my panties.
“Are you wet for me, Nicolette?” he croons, lowering his head between my legs and inhaling deeply. “Your needy cunt has always begged for me.”
His long tongue glides over the thin material, the only thing between his mouth and my aching pussy, tasting me.
He groans as I whimper, his claw tearing through the fabric and shredding it into ribbons, while, once again, the smell of ash fills the air.
His warm breath gently brushes my center as his massive hands push against the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wide.
“Please,” I moan. It should be a demand, my body betraying me again, but the word cracks as it slips from my lips.
How fucked up this is?
I’ve supposedly been getting off to this monster, who has been stalking my dreams for years, and who has apparently been using some magic to hide it from me.
I should be terrified, but none of the depictions of Krampus have been accurate, because this monster from Hell shouldn’t be this.
.. hot. It’s as if he’s taken my extremely toxic type and injected it with hellfire.
His lifetime of experience shows as he runs his tongue over my folds, circling my entrance before thrusting his forked tongue into me. The chains tighten around my wrists, holding me in place even more as my back arches and my toes curl while I gasp for breath.
He drags his tongue out, flicking it across my aching clit, and growls into my center as I try to press my legs together.
I freeze as he keeps slowly licking and sucking my pussy, as if he needs to taste every inch of it.
He seems to know exactly what will drive me wild, as if this isn’t the first time he’s been between my legs.
And if what he showed me is true, then he should know it as well as the back of his hand.
He pulls back just enough to lift his head, his horns gleaming in the firelight as his eyes heat up, scanning my body.
"For someone rotten to the core, you taste so fucking sweet.” He licks his lips, coated with my desire, making his lip piercings shine even more, before dropping his head back down to continue devouring me.
“Fuck,” I hiss as he lashes my clit with his tongue like a whip, his sharp teeth scraping against my sensitive skin.
The feeling is almost unbearable as it floods through me.
Heat races through my veins as I teeter on the edge of pain and pleasure—my body prepared to surrender to oblivion.
My breaths become ragged, my back arches just as I’m about to come, then. .. nothing.
I cry out in frustration, my body burning with the need for release as that fucking monster looks up at me with a devilish grin. “What the fuck?” I scream, my legs trembling in his hold, the prick of his nails forcing me to stay still.
He chuckles darkly, the sound curling around and dragging its fingers through my thick, red curls. “I told you that I was here to dole out your punishment. Did you really think you’d get to climb the mountain of pleasure without the pain?”
He really is a fucking monster. “Fuck you,” I bite.
“Soon, but not yet,” he purrs. "I like to play with my food, and you, my little vixen, are a fucking treat.”
His claws glide over my inner thigh, the sharp prick of pain cutting through me as it heightens the pleasure he had denied me.
His sharp teeth flash just before sinking into my skin, a scream ripping from my throat just as I fall over the edge, coming harder than I ever have before.
His long tongue swirls over the mark, licking the blood from my skin.
His groan vibrates through me. “So fucking delicious.”
The chains rattle as they slowly snake away, vanishing into thin air, leaving my arms hanging limply above my head.
Kryx rises from between my legs, licking my cum from his lips—wasting not a single drop.
He climbs over me, placing his large hands on either side of my head as his dark, soulless eyes stare down at me.
“I have waited far too long to taste you in this realm, little vixen.” His voice is rough, his warm breath dancing across my skin. “And it’s been worth every fucking minute.”
His face hovers over mine, and his tongue darts out, flicking against my lips. The taste of my cum slips into my mouth. “Why are you doing this?” I ask in a rough whisper. “Why me?”
He grins like a schoolboy ready to share his deepest, darkest secret.
“I was sent to punish someone else in your home, but that’s when you caught me lurking on the rooftop.
I knew you believed it to be a dream because no one in their right mind would have stayed silent and turned away. I am, after all, a living nightmare.”
The shadows in the corners of the room shift and bend as if coming alive at the sound of his voice—the same voice that sends a chill up my spine.
My mouth hangs open as he shifts his weight, his hand palming my breast, his thumb swiping over my sensitive nipples, sending pleasure straight to my core.
“So, you’ve been watching me since then?” I grit out, trying to ignore his touch as it ignites my skin, making me squirm beneath him. “And who were you there for? If what you’re saying is true, only adults would have been there, and you're supposed to only go after children.”
He pinches my nipple, causing me to gasp as he runs his tongue up my jaw and scrapes his teeth below my ear.
A flush spreads across my face, burning my cheeks.
“Do you believe everything you’re told, little vixen?
I pegged you as a smarter human than that.
Of course, I’ve been dreaming of the day you peg me, but until then, this will have to do. ”
I squirm, trying to wiggle free as he slides his knee between my legs, his leather pants roughly brushing against my exposed pussy. “Why are you really here?” I pant as phantom hands grip my wrists, once again pinning them above my head. “What do you want from me?”
“I’ve been skipping over you for quite some time, and it was about time to collect, or else the big man in red might finally notice, and it’s better if you’re not on his radar.
” He drags his nose down the column of my neck.
“You never did anything too naughty to justify moving you up the list, until this week, when you drained that man’s entire savings account, his retirement, and stole his assets, all while blackmailing him and sending screenshots of his infidelity to his wife, ultimately ruining his life. ”
My whole body stiffens as he lays everything out in front of me.
“Fuck you and fuck him,” I spit. “He was looking for it and approached me. I’m not one to pass up a business opportunity.
It’s not my fault he’s a cheating asshole, and I can’t help it if he got in too deep.
His wife was catching on anyway, so I just helped a girl out. ”
He stares down at me, his eyes blazing as he quirks a brow.
“Don’t act so innocent, little vixen. Your vigilantism didn’t quite hit its mark, now did it?
The more you do things like that, the longer I get to stay—get to explore.
” He gives me a wink before his hand glides down my sweatshirt to the hem, sliding it underneath.
“It’s his fucking fault. He threatened to report me to the police,” I say, trying to steady my trembling voice.
“I had no choice but to out his sorry ass and go into hiding.”
He pushes my sweatshirt up, exposing my breasts, and the cool room air tightens my sensitive buds. “And yet, you didn’t bat an eye about any of it, did you? Your bank account was full, and you moved on to your next victim. Tell me, who’s the naughty one again?”
His teeth scrape across my breast, causing me to arch my back and push my nipple into his waiting mouth. His tongue circles it, flicking across my skin like a whip, prompting a moan that makes me shove my head back into the mattress.
“What about him?” I ask, nearly breathless as he continues his assault on my breasts, his clawed fingers trailing across my ribs.
“Who?”
“That fucker who tried to rat me out. Surely adultery is enough to put him on your list,” I say, nearly breathless. “Did you suck his dick like you ate my pussy? Leave him with blue balls out in the cold?”
He gives me a malicious grin, his eyes flaring like embers. “Oh, don’t you worry, little vixen. He got more than a lump of coal for his actions. And I can promise that he didn’t enjoy his punishment nearly as much as you’re going to enjoy yours.”