Sacked and Sleighed (Stolen Obsessions, #1.5)

by Aurelia Knight

But then comes the warmth and indescribable satisfaction found in being the center of someone’s universe. I’ve never been that before,

I’m overwhelmed by the instinctual feeling of being the prey. Being an inch from death charges me with the sweetest anticipation, the slutty neighbor of life-saving dread.

His being at least six-foot-five and built puts a real damper on the idea of me fighting him. I’m not against it if I have no choice. In fact, it sounds kind of hot, even if I’m sure it would end in my death.

I feel beyond tiny as I cling to him, practically begging him not to destroy me.

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

“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.”

When you grow up without a family, not really mattering to anyone, the kindness of a pretty girl means a lot.

He’s evil. He’s twisted. He’s my everything. I was his first.