Piter’s laugh was cruel as he brushed the switch back and forth across Jamie’s chest, lowering it to graze his dick. He stepped closer, the heat of his body surrounding Jamie, and his sweet breath feathering across his cheek when he spoke. “You’ve met our lovely Saint Nicolas, heard his message. I am but his counterpart, Jamie. Where there is such goodness, there must be balance. They call me Krampus and Zwarte Piet and Knecht Ruprecht, but there is only me, Piter Rupert. Nico rewards the deserving. I punish the wicked and cruel.”
“You’re a monster who terrifies children.”