All I Want for Christmas Is Revenge (Murder and Mistletoe, #1)

by K.A. Merikan

“I don’t know what it is about Christmas time, but it always makes loneliness feel more pronounced. People go pick trees together, drink hot chocolate in cafes, and frantically buy last-minute gifts. The irony, right? All this money I saved up over the years, and no one to buy a present for.”

I could be fooled into believing Orion himself came down to Earth to walk around mere mortals if I didn’t know better.

Yes. Yes, I do want to be his fuckbuddy, whatever that entails. The grassy scent he carries spins through my system as I float in his strong arms, hypnotized like a deer standing in the middle of the road as the truck of future heartbreak dashes straight at it.

Wow.

I don’t know what grabbed my attention more, the long legs or the big dark eyes filled with boiling fury. In the end, it was the letter he discarded that revealed the truth of his soul and pulled me to him as if he were a feral cat I could befriend. And I can never pass a cat in the street and not pet it or at least attempt to.

Love this.

Obviously, had I known he’d lost his whole family during a home invasion and house fire, I wouldn’t have let myself in, I’m not a psycho.

Lolol

He doesn’t need to know that he’s mine already.

I like that he’s made it a chase, forcing me to work for it. Hunting him down will make devouring him all the more delicious. A proper gourmet meal.

He’s alone. Oh, we’re so alike.

The slightest push on my shoulders tells me exactly what he expects.

Damn.

“Oh fuck… Such… pretty lips,” he huffs, making me look up, hungry for praise.

This is not only sweet and thoughtful, but also shows that he’s okay with my weird-ass phobia. He’s willing to lean into what I need, and even make it fun. I grab my jacket, because the corridor is a bit chilly, and with my heart fluttering out of control, I sit down next to him.

He was touching me last night under false pretenses, seduced me with his lies, and I still hesitate like some lovesick puppy. I need to end this.

“God, you're pretty. It’s okay. All of this is for you. This cabin, the bath,” he adds, dipping his hand in to check the temperature of the water. “Me.”

I look back up at Saint’s face, breathless in both terror and wonder. He’s a fucking killer. No doubt about that.

I’m trying to organize it all in my head. A killer found my letter and decided to make my Christmas wish come true. Did I miss something?

“I want an apprentice. And a partner. And since I know we are a good match, I offer to give you your revenge if you agree to be mine.”

Nobody else has touched me like this. Ever. And I hunger for his attention despite knowing what he’s capable of.

He’s shown me his true face, so I might as well show mine. Horny to the point of desperation, and bloodthirsty with no outlet for violent urges. And here he is, the man to satiate both those needs. My very own devil.

“You’re pretty everywhere. I can’t wait to be balls-deep in this tight little hole.”

Those words are enough to make me moan. Because he does own me, he so fucking does, and he proves it by pushing half his cock inside me.

With a man like him at my side, I will never have to be afraid again.

I can protect him. I can pleasure him. I can be the one who gives him a new, much happier life. He only needs to let me.

“You’re really something else. Cooks well, kills people, amazing dick, what else could I want in a boyfriend?”

He might be a dangerous man, but my presence is fulfilling his needs.

He’s so firm, so handsome, and wants me. So why do I have to make it so complicated for myself?

“It feels natural to be here with you. I’m not scared when you’re around.”

“No, it’s human. The society we live in tells us we shouldn’t want retribution, but that’s not natural, is it?”

The man’s eyes light up, but all I can see is that his hand is still on my Rowan. What does he think he’s playing at when I’m standing right here?

It’s as if the softness is only for me while the world gets all of Rowan’s sharp edges.

“You need momentum, baby. It’s hard to stab without a good swing.”

I’m elated at his reaction. Maybe he wasn’t ready to take a life, but he stayed with me every step of the way and didn’t flinch when the blade sank into flesh. I was right. He’s the one.

I’m melting. He is the epitome of perfection, and I want him at my side. Forever.

“You’re not only my blade. You’re my monster. One everyone else should be afraid of.”

I killed for him, and now it’s time for my feast.

My sweet companion. My pet. The only one who’ll ever know me inside and out.

“You are mine. And I’ll spill even more blood for you, until you’re satisfied,” I whisper, rocking between his thighs, high on lust. “But now, you’ll open your legs for me like a good boy.”

I am the fire. The beast he can ally himself with. His protector. I am important to him already, but I will make myself indispensable.

“You’re going to take my cock and moan my name when I come inside you.”

“I might just have to be inside you more often, make you sit on my dick and keep it hard as we watch TV. I bet you’d like that.”

Because what is this even? Are we on a murder spree or in a holiday romcom?

I’m getting a sense that I’m not just his sex toy, but also the boy he can dress up and play house with.

“If you own me, take care of me. Don’t ruin what’s yours.”

Oh man...

He’s giving me a chance, but I have to pay for my transgression. Truth will be my penance.

“He’s here. My boyfriend is here, and you gave him the address. And now you’re all dead. You just don't know it yet.”