Sacked and Sleighed (Stolen Obsessions, #1.5)

by Aurelia Knight

knew he was here, close enough to watch me. He’s so damn patient, so constant, the most dependable thing in my life.

My mystery stalker finds me when he wants and contacts me when he wants. I’ll see him when he wants. He couldn’t be more clear.

“Be my good girl and take your punishment. I’ll rub it for you.”

“This isn’t a game for me, Snowflake. This is about our future. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for a reason. But if you want to play games so badly, we can arrange that before your punishment.”

“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.

“Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? Pretty cunt so wet it's glistening.”

“You feel that, Bianca? That’s how I feel when other people get to look at what’s mine and get hard for what’s mine. I can’t fucking breathe.”

“You want Santa to see your cunt so badly? Let him watch while I use it.”

“Sorry, Snowflake, waited long enough. Need to feel you, fill you up with cum. Going to fill you with so much cum.”

my neck. He holds it like a leash as he pummels into me. “Told myself I could be soft and romantic, but I like you choking while your cunt chokes me.”

“I thought you were going to spank me or something, not choke me and fuck me over a corpse.”

“You’re going to drive me out of here and officially become my accomplice.” “Or?” “I’ll choke you to death and make you come while you die.” I start the engine and begin to pull out. “And they say romance is dead.”

An oversized hand reaches through, grabs my hair, and tips my head up. The other hand slides his mask just far enough to expose his full lips, and then they’re on mine. Fucking bliss.

“You called for me, and I always hear you, Snowflake.”

“Such a good girl, Snowflake. So obedient for me. You know I’m a killer, and you still believe in me, don’t you?”

“You just have to accept the reality that I want to hurt you, Snowflake, but if I hurt you too much, I don’t get to keep playing with you.”

“Come on, Snowflake, I’m thirsty. Come for me,” he demands before promptly dropping me back on his face and spearing me deep in my pussy with his tongue.

“It seems like a shame to cut you loose and leave you here when I could put another few loads in you, but I told you I have a lot of work to get done before Christmas Eve.”

Impossibly green eyes cut across his olive-toned cheeks. He’s still fair, but not how I typically imagine someone with red hair. I’m white like a sheet compared to him. Freckles scatter his cheeks, but not so many as to obstruct the view. They provide him with a false air of innocence, which is such an utter crock of shit.

Wide, sharp cheekbones, a half smile notching up his cheek. I can’t see his jaw now, but I remember it from when he kissed me, still covered in his victim's blood and my pussy. He’s otherworldly, and just as Carmen asked me not to, I’m staring at Klaus.

Klaus is chaos, and I’m only starting to understand how deeply that runs and how turned on he is by his own destruction.

“Mine, mine, mine.” I keep muttering as he falls to the ground, his moans and cries tearing up the night air.

“Hang on, Snowflake. You might pass out, but you won’t die. I promise.”

“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.”

“No one but you,” he murmurs as he shoves me back into the wall and turns the kiss into something deep and desperate.

“I don’t want anyone to touch me but you.”

I rub my own dick through the thin separation of her ass and pussy, feeling like a God to be inside both holes, jerking myself off with her unconscious body, shoving my cock and fingers inside her and using her like a puppet.

I line the end of the candy cane decoration up with her cunt and watch in wicked amusement as her puffy, swollen lips stretch to accommodate it. Her cheeks are as red as her cunt from all the intense sensation I’m forcing her body to accept with no outlet.

and me coming in my pants at the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen—my girl stuffed and coming all over a candy cane.

“Do I scream parental love to you?”

always want to hurt her, but if I play too rough, I don’t get to play again. You know the most important part of all of this is keeping her safe.”