Sacked and Sleighed (Stolen Obsessions, #1.5)

by Aurelia Knight

My mystery stalker finds me when he wants and contacts me when he wants. I’ll see him when he wants.

But then comes the warmth and indescribable satisfaction found in being the center of someone’s universe. I’ve never been that before, and honestly? Being afraid makes me fucking wet.

“You’re mine, Snowflake. Every fucking thing I am is yours. Do you really think you don’t have access to me? I’m always watching. Open your mouth and say my name, and I’ll find you.”

“And if I tell you to stop?” He stills for half a second before he gives in to my eager clit and applies glorious pressure. “Tell me to stop and see what happens,” he taunts.

“Wait a minute? Did you say that Ralph was found in Santa’s chair in the display?” “Yes. Does that mean something to you?” Just that the lap my face was shoved into last night felt much more real than I expected of a holiday animatronic and smelled awful.

this is some wild revenge omfg

He’s a murderer, he fucks me whether I approve or not, and I don’t even know his real name. Yep, definitely great reasons to risk a lower GPA.

lol

I worry my suddenly boring life isn’t interesting enough for Klaus. Is that why I haven’t seen him or felt his eyes on me? Is he watching someone else? And why does that idea fill me with burning jealousy rather than concern for that person? He’s a fucking murderer and stalker, Bianca, not your boyfriend.

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now.” I’m so angry about so many things I could scream. He fucking laughs. “What’s so goddamn funny?” “I really didn’t think I had an actual chance to win you over, but you’re mad at me right now like I’m your boyfriend, and I think it’s because you like me, Snowflake.” “Shut up.” “You do like me.”

“You’re the only person to ever take a hit for me, Snowflake, and I have never stopped watching you.”

I’m not going to escape him. I never have. So my options are happiness or misery, and I think I might be in love with this fucked-up man who no one has ever loved, who has only ever loved me.