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.

“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.”