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December 26 - December 26, 2023
holiday puns.
this being under the content warnings is so silly
This book is dedicated to all the overworked, over-shopped, dark romance lovers who just want to be cuddly underneath the tree while getting vicariously railed by a masked Christmas stalker.
I’m pretty sure her cluelessness and D cup are why Ralph likes her so much.
He’s close. I can feel it.
“You’re really pretty for an elf, and tall.”
“The man over there said you’re the prettiest elf, and he asked me to give you this. He also said your name is Bianca, and that means white in Italian, and that you’re his princess, like Snow White.”
I knew he was here, close enough to watch me. He’s so damn patient, so constant, the most dependable thing in my life.
“Thanks, sweetie, but don’t talk to strangers. Okay?”
“That’s what Mom usually says, but the man was so handsome she was talking to him too.” She giggles conspiratorially. “My daddy got mad a...
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I can’t imagine what it says, but it will be far too personal, like something from a lover, not a stranger.
I know I have a stalker, but what do I do about it if I’m not sure I want him to go away?
He knows I haven’t read his note, and his impatience courses through us both.
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.
I’m achy and missing the man I’ve never seen before, planning to fuck myself to his letter because they’re always panty melters.
“Why didn’t you read it, Snowflake?”
The deep, smooth, and hair-raising timbre makes me instantly wet. I’m overwhelmed by the instinctual feeling of being the prey.
“I usually wait until I’m home to read them.” “You always at least peek, Bianca. This time, you didn’t.”
“You really are such a good girl. It’s a shame I have to punish you.”
As much as I like his obsession and his attention, this is the first time he’s mentioned punishments, and I’m not game to see what ignoring him will cost me.
“Be my good girl and take your punishment. I’ll rub it for you.”
I’m fucking wet for him already, and I’m pretty sure he’s going to kill me.
“Open it,” he spits. My legs for you?
I know you’re a good girl and haven’t done it on purpose, but I need you to be more careful with what belongs to me.
Your skirt keeps getting stuck, and while I enjoy you flashing me your ass and cunt, I doubt that pervy fuck behind you is your intended audience.
“My messages aren’t meant for you to ignore, Snowflake. I watch out for you for a reason. You need me.”
It’s the first time I’ve said his name out loud. His eyes close, and his fists clench like he’s savoring the experience.
“What is there to understand? You send me letters. I open them. You tell me how you’re going to fuck me, how we’re going to live one day, and I have no control. I have no access to you, but I’m open to you. Isn’t that the game?”
“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.”
Klaus bends and grabs me by my braids. He wraps them each around his fist before twisting my head until I see him over my shoulder.
“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.”
“Feel that, Bianca?” he asks, and fuck me, I do. Our connection is soul shaking.
He pinches my nipples through the costume, and I moan, still hanging on for dear life, but his green eyes drill relentlessly into mine.
He smiles when he finds the trimmed but very present hair on my pussy. “Do you keep it this way on purpose?” “Yes.”
He doesn’t comment further as his fingers slip down, finding my pussy lips already swollen and leaking my arousal.
“Sleigh bells ring, are you listening? Pretty cunt so wet it's glistening.”
His deep, silky laughter rumbles through his chest as he plays with my pussy lips.
“You seem tense, Snowflake. For someone in the holiday business, you seem awfully bah humbug.”
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.
A single thick finger works my clit up and down, the sensation just enoug...
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That same animal part in my brain urging me to run has already been activated and now begs me to ...
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“Tell me to stop,...
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He rubs my clit until I whine, “Please don’t.”
I laugh manically as he drags the length over a particularly sensitive spot. Then he pulls it tight.
My laughter cuts off in my throat, and my hands fly to my neck, trying to loosen the ligature, but he only squeezes tighter.
“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...
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His mask presses against my nose and my lips. It’s close to a kiss but much too aggressive, too full of the a...
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“But he’s never going to fucking look at you again.”
His fingers are back sliding through my wetness, and suddenly, I don’t care so much where my face is.
“You want Santa to see your cunt so badly? Let him watch while I use it.”
