Ruin Me: Krampus

**You should read The Warlock's Little Thief First BUT you don't have to AND this story is an erotic Monster Horror. Claiming with feral eroticism, mythic cruelty, and no apology. You were warned. In other words she f*cks a monster**

A woman scarred by betrayal. A winter demon awakened by blood and rage. A binding that will devour her enemies-or consume her soul.

Hannah never intended to summon him.

Lured to a remote mountain town by the man she once loved, she's betrayed, collared, mutilated, and hunted in a sadistic ritual game-prey in a forest where masked predators trade lives like debts.

Bleeding out in the snow, cornered and broken, she bargains with the impossible.
A towering, horned beast of midnight fur, iron chains, and winter-blue eyes-the ancient Krampus, judge and executioner of the wicked.

He slaughters her tormentors... then seals her fate with a dark covenant forged in blood, sorrow, and scorching surrender. His tongue cleans her wounds. His hunger brands her body. And in exchange, he vows absolute vengeance-every hunter, every betrayer, every debt will be paid in gore and ash.

Now tethered to the monster who saved her and ruined her, Hannah wakes healed in his ossuary lair. The binding is unbreakable. His heat lingers in her skin. His growl echoes in her veins.
As the blizzard rages and Hannah's brothers hunt for her, ancient winter rites awaken-and so does the darkness within her.

Because the truth clawing at Hannah's heart is far more dangerous than Krampus himself...
The real monster isn't the beast.

It's the part of her that wants to be his.