Sacked and Sleighed (Stolen Obsessions, #1.5)

by Aurelia Knight

That’s a lot wider than I expected. My lips stretch, trying to wrap around him, but every part of him is so much bigger than me.

His large hand rubs my back for a minute, easing me through his rough thrusts.

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

My pussy grips him, desperately trying to suck him deeper, while my conscious mind hasn’t had time to make any kind of decision about whether I want to get fucked.

“I didn’t want our first time to be like this, Bianca. I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t slow. He doesn’t release the garland from 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...

“Please,” I manage, but I’m not sure what I...

He grunts in my ear, my body still pulsing as he finds his orgasm inside me. His cum is hot and soothes this neediness I didn’t know I had.

“Take off the mask, please,” I beg as he slaps his hips against mine, finding the last pulls of his pleasure from my eager pussy. I slam my hips back against his, wanting every drop.

I look back over my shoulder for him, black mask still in place, but now his hoodie has fallen, and his thick dark red hair is exposed. I always imag...

Did he rub my injury for me after he choked, fucked, and drugged me?

Christmas Eve, you’re mine.

I look over to find my elf costume and the shoes I ditched while running from him neatly piled in the corner. They’re wrapped in a bag like they’ve been dry-cleaned.

There has to be a reason Klaus is doing all this beyond my magic Christmas pussy.

Bruises ring my neck, and I swear I just want him to add more.

As I approach, I’m half hoping he’s there and waiting for me. I’m half terrified of the same thing.

A little sprig of mistletoe hangs from the rearview mirror, white berries gleaming. It smells amazing. What on earth did he do?

He fucking choked you out and drugged you, Bianca. This is not romantic.

I don’t want a lot for Christmas, but your spread cunt will be underneath my Christmas tree.

I repeatedly drift back to green eyes, deep red hair, and a pussy-shattering cock.

There’s a camera if they want to see how I got fucked eight ways to Christmas, so I don’t need to admit anything.

“Ralph Simpson.” The Santa I’ve worked with these last six years. The one Klaus said was looking at my ass and pussy.

Let Santa watch while I fuck you.

“Don’t scream, Snowflake.”

“Did you wash my cum out of that tight cunt?” My cheeks immediately turn bright red.

“No. Did you clean ours off Ralph’s dead body?”

“You’re such a good girl for me, Snowflake.”

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

“You would have liked a spanking, so how the fuck would that have taught you anything?”

Did you tell them how I used your tight cunt, baby?”

“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.”

“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,

I’m shaking with fear and arousal, and I wish more than anything he would tell me to pull over and fuck me again.

I roll my window down. 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.

Katie and I sit on her couch, wrapped in blankets, with the door to her apartment locked, bolted, and chained.

I lied to her last night when she asked me what was wrong. Then I got fucked by my stalker, who murdered my coworker.

“Klaus,” I say his name out loud, feeling breathless. He said all I had to do was speak it, and he’d appear, but that can’t be true. It’s not even real. He’s not even real.

I’m too afraid to stay alone. Too wet at the idea of a fucking murderous stalker breaking into my apartment.

I realize what woke me is the gentle sensation of a hand slipping my shirt over my stomach. The other plays with an achingly hard nipple. My entire body is aroused, like he’s been touching me for a while.

I’m so fucking horny it’s disgusting.

I’m too lazy and pliant to even think of fighting when I could practically come from...

I open my mouth to scream. A strong hand slaps over my mouth from behind me.

Chills break out over my body, and my nipples stand on end as his fingers dig into my cheeks, pressing firmly into my teeth. A whimper leaves my throat, and I fail to choke it down.

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

“Keep quiet, or you’ll have to explain my presence to your friend.”

“I never asked you to stay.” “Tell me to leave.”

“You have the prettiest skin. Did you know that’s why I call you Snowflake?”

“It seems I want you afraid for all sorts of reasons.”