25. Chapter 25

“I’m a serial killer.” I confess, placing my finger on her lips before she can say anything. “But Tyler lied to you. I don’t want you to think any of that is true. It’s been over a year since the last time I killed anyone, and I’m willing to give it all up to be with you. I’ve been giving it up, because I want to get better. I’ve done a lot of therapy, and I was going through some stuff after my mom died. Anyway, your uncle, he was my person, my safe space, the one I called when I felt like I might relapse. Please. Hazel, tell me you still want to be with me.”

“I still want to be with you. It’s crazy, but I think we belong together.” She cups my face. “I will let you take care of everything, but I do not want Tyler to become a part of your collection, and I would appreciate it if you could work on getting rid of the rest of them,” she says using air quotes when she says the rest of them.

“I can do that for you, darling. It won’t happen overnight, for obvious reasons. You know Christmas, and the fact that a bunch of perfectly preserved bodies can’t just turn up without drawing a lot of attention.”

“I understand.” She lays her hand against my chest. “I think you should probably burn the bodies, and then we can both start over. It can be our little secret.” She kisses my fingers, and it sends electricity pulsing through my body. I want her so badly in such a different way right now. I only want to worship her body, so she remembers every moment. It was important to me she accept me without the influence of drugs, and now that she has, I want everything to be perfect. I will love her for the rest of my life and I know I will never lay a single finger on her with the intent to harm her, because at our worst we were able to find love and recovery.

I mean, it’s going to take some time to get rid of my collection, so a few more bodies anytime I get the itch shouldn’t be a problem, and Hazel will never have to know. We can live happily ever after. Which reminds me.

“Hazel, darling,” I say softly. “You’ve already made me a very happy man tonight, but well.” I drop to one knee in front of the Christmas tree and present her with a black velvet box, pulled from between its branches. “I know it’s soon and we’ve only known each other a few days, but in honor of holiday romances, would you do the honor of making our story perfect, and would you marry me? We can have as long of an engagement as you would like. I just can’t stand the thought of you not having the respect of adorning my arm, without a big diamond ring on your finger to let all the other women know I’m your man, and I’m taken.”

“Yes! Oh my god! Yes, Kane. How could I say anything but yes?” Her hand shakes as I slip the diamond ring onto her finger.

It’s a perfect fit, just like I knew it would be when I looked up the size of the ring Tyler bought her. I scoop her into my arms, kissing her softly.

“Will you watch a movie with me, future Mrs. Claus?” I ask with a wink.

“Only if you promise to undress me first, because I was serious about the dress. I want to keep it to wear again.”

“Darling, you can have anything you want. Money is no concern for either of us.” He winks at me. “Heiress.”

She grins and waits as I undress her first and then myself. Once I’m standing naked in front of her, we stand there examining each other until finally I tease her. “Do you see something you like?”

“I like everything I see,” she purrs in response, dropping her gaze to my dick.

I can’t wait to feel her nestled against me again. The way she melts in my arms feels like she was made for them. I sit down on the couch, patting to the spot next to me with one hand while the other grips my cock, stroking it. My sweet obsession is transfixed on me. She watches attentively as I glide my hand over my erection until a bead of cum drips out, running down my shaft.

“What are you doing?”

“Whatever you want me to be doing,” I answer in a deep husky tone, reaching for the ski mask I intentionally left sitting out.

“So it was you that night?” Hazel asks, and I nod.

“I was hoping it was you.” She blushes at her confession.

“Come sit on me,” I demand, motioning with my finger.

To my surprise, she walks right over, straddling me, then slides her slick, hot pussy right onto my dick, impaling herself on my cock. This is exactly why my sweet candy cane was made for me and only me. Fuck you, Tyler. Finders keepers. I’m grinning and I know it’s fucking sinister. Hazel takes it as encouragement, and I go right along with it.

My voice is soft, sultry even as I speak to her. “Well, look at that. You are a good girl.”

“For you, Santa, always.” She sinks herself until I’m filling her, then she rolls her hips rhythmically, slipping only the last few inches of my dick out of her, before slamming back down on my cock hard.

“If you keep that up,” I moan into her mouth, “You’re going to make me come.”

“Good,” she rasps, biting my bottom lip.

Bless her sexy ass, I’ve never wanted something as bad as I’ve wanted all of her right now, spent around me and orgasming, but I curse myself silently for my selfish desire to feel her just a little longer. “Just sit there. That’s it. I want to make you cum one more time.”

“Yes, make me come all over your big dick. You fill me up so good, Kane.”

My name on her lips sends me over the edge. I’m just about to lose control, consumed by my desire. “Look at you,” I rasp, sucking each one of her nipples into my mouth to tease.

When she can’t stand the sensation, she pulls away, replacing her tits with her mouth. Her lips crash against mine like hungry waves, looking for a victim to devour, and it feels so good. My body buzzes full of adrenaline. She accepted me and we get to fuck like this for the rest of our lives. I’ve never felt more alive than I do right now.

Hazel’s pussy squeezes around my cock. She’s getting close again, and the way she’s kissing me full of passion has my body screaming for me just to let go. My hands roam her body like a burning fire, then I bring one finger to stroke her swollen clit and use my other hand to guide her hip, setting the pace for her to ride me. Her tongue slips inside of my mouth as she swallows me in yet another kiss. Her pussy is wet and throbbing, soaking me in her cum.

My voice rumbles, “That’s my good fucking girl. Come for me, don’t stop.”

She doesn’t. She’s soaking me and the couch. I’ll buy a new one. I close my eyes and let her take me with her over the edge and into oblivion. As we cry out each other’s names.

“Hazel.”

“Kane.”

“Hazel.”

“Kane.”

“Hazel. I fucking love you. You’re perfect.” I shoot my load deep inside her, filling her pussy.

“I love you too, Kane,” she pants through her orgasm and then she’s shaking in my arms and I hold her pressed against my chest as we both come down from the euphoria together. The grandfather clock strikes midnight, chiming.

“Merry Christmas, darling.”

“Merry Christmas, my love.” Hazel replies.