Sacked and Sleighed (Stolen Obsessions, #1.5)

by Aurelia Knight

To the universal dream that Santa is really a big-dicked, masked stalker, waiting to penetrate you with a lawn ornament.

“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.”

“God, I’d love to fuck your throat right now, turn your cheeks as red as Santa’s suit, but I have work to do to prepare for Christmas.”