Mean One

by Ab. Cynthe

For those of you who begged for a smutty Grinch retelling, Mommy listened.

Get ready to ruin your childhood, because after this novella, you’ll never be able to look at that green monster the same. And yes, it grows… You’re welcome.

You may think you know the story of the Grinch, but I promise, this one is much darker.

Her body was a weapon made to destroy me, and she used it well.

“The only thing I want to hear out of you right now is the sound of you choking on my cock as I fuck your face.”

Fuck, she was irresistible, a fucking vixen sent to torture me in all the best ways.

“What do you say we pay little ol’ Whoreville a visit, Max? It’s time they learn what happens when a monster finally snaps at the hand that beats him.”

Did you think I was gone? Say hello to Gus for me, May-Martha. I’m coming for you.

“You were perfectly wicked,” he grunted as he lifted me higher, my legs automatically wrapping around his torso as he kissed my neck. Perfectly wicked… What a beautiful thing to be called.

“You need me? Take me. Fuck me as hard as you can. I’m yours to break.”

Jealous? No, I’m not jealous. I’m territorial. You’re mine. Despite all these years with me, you're still thinking of her. My chest burned with rage. You don’t need her.

“We should kill all of them.” She stomped her foot. “She doesn't deserve you. No one does.”

“So fucking wicked.”

The only thing she cares about is him, and you, my friend, are the only person in her way of having him all to herself.”

“Now eat me like the big, bad monster you are.”

He was mine and always would be. His thoughts may be stuck in the past, but his body was here, with me, and I knew exactly how to please it.

Make me gasp for air, you wicked thing.

“We are one and the same, he and I; two souls stitched together in the shadows of our pain. The world hated us, and in that rejection, we found each other.”

You’re next, May-Martha.

I may work in the brothel and fuck these men for money, but my heart was and would always be his.

Oh, Max, you can fuck him every minute of every day, but you’ll never have his heart.”

“Until I have her heart in my hands,” I whispered over my shoulder, “I can’t love you.”

“I meant every word that day. You have my heart, always and forever.”

“After all these years of believing the worst, I really thought that when I saw you again, it would just click, that killing you would be so effortless, would fill the hole I’ve been drowning in all this time. But the moment I laid eyes on you, well, my heart skipped a beat, just like it used to.”

“I could never love her the way I love you.”

“You’re a fucking dream.”

“You may have taken her heart, but you will never have mine.”