Sacked and Sleighed (Stolen Obsessions, #1.5)

by Aurelia Knight

I bite my lip to keep from begging him to touch them again, but I don’t need to. His fingers are on me, skillfully rubbing.

“You know this isn’t the first time I’ve played with your nipples. I know you like it, watched you do it to yourself while you fucked your toys, and I couldn’t help myself. But this is the first time I’ve touched them bare.”

I’m fucked in the head because I’m desperate to know… “What else did you do...

I sound like the needy ...

“Most of the time, I just made sure you were safe, watched you, imagined what you would look like if you opened those icy blue eyes and saw my fat cock inches from you...

We both felt you take my cum for the first time, and you didn’t even wash it out of you until the next afternoon. Such a good fucking girl.”

I’m suddenly more afraid of what he has planned than I am horny, if only slightly.

“Such a good girl, Snowflake. So obedient for me. You know I’m a killer, and you still believe in me, don’t you?”

“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.”

I imagine the shock and horror on her face if she woke and caught me on his dick. Would she imagine what something that thick would feel like inside her? Would she wish she had a built stalker with a thick cock just for her? Fuck, I’m as bad as he is.

“You fighting me last night was entertaining, but there’s something delicious about you holding back for the sake of your dignity.”

I’m spread wide open for him, needy and dripping, because his brand of fucked up is everything I need.

it would be a lot worse if Katie woke now and saw me wet and spread eagle for him ten feet away, glowing like a Christmas tree waiting to get stuffed like a stocking.

I’m not going to look at him, but I have the craziest urge to pick up the mask and put it on.

“Don’t tease a hungry man, Snowflake.

My pussy silences him as my legs give out, and I drop onto his face as requested.

“Come on, Snowflake, I’m thirsty. Come for me,” he demands before promptly dropping me back on his face and spearing me deep in my pussy with his tongue.

One hand stays on my thigh, the other moves to my clit, stroking up and down as his tongue laps at me from the inside.

I obey him because what else can I do? And I cry silently as my or...

He moans as he licks me, doing his best to capitalize on my release and drink it all.

I hurt all over, and now that I’ve come, I feel every little ache and pain he’s put me through tonight, but I don’t need to want this. He’s the one in charge, and my body has no intention of fighting him.

“This sweet cunt was made to take my cum. Feel how you stretch for me, Snowflake?”

“Do you have any idea how good you taste?” He shoves all the way into me, and I bite into the carpet rather than screaming and waking Katie.

He shoves his fingers between us, gathering my wetness, then reaches around to shove them in my mouth, pulling my face off the ground

He hooks his finger into my cheek, pulling my face to the side and my mouth open.

The mask is back in place, the red making him look even more like a demon than the black, and I think I’m going to come again.

He pumps into me lazily a few times before he pulls out and watches his cum drip. He’s upside down to me in this position, the center of my universe.

“Lock the door. I’ll see you tomorrow.” “Will I see you?” His eyes crinkle, revealing his smile. “Well, that would be telling.”

I wish I did spend those last two nights studying instead of fucking Klaus, but as soon as I have the thought, my pussy twinges her boisterous disagreement.

I’m completely fucked in the head, but his presence is comforting.

I wish I knew which direction he was planted because I’d offer him a little wave, maybe bend over so he could enjoy my ass. I think better of that as I remember the reason Ralph met his untimely end and how many students here might also enjoy the show.

Even though the costume is cleaner than it’s ever been, thanks to Klaus, I feel dirty knowing what I did the last time I wore this—how and where I was fucked.

I sniff the shoulder repeatedly, worried that I stink like sex and death despite knowing it’s not possible.

That’s just lovely, considering he’s not even buried yet, says the girl who orgasmed over his dead body.

He smiles, and I still can’t see his full face with the damn beard on, but enough is visible to understand how utterly devastating my stalker is.

Holy shit, this man is perfect, and he’s been inside me, eaten my pussy, pressed my face into a corpse.

“Hi, Bianca,” he answers in that all-too-familiar deep voice compared with the details of his face that are brand new.

The way his tongue wraps around my name is just as sensual as when he shoved it inside me, and I’m wet and shaking.

I know it’s tearing you apart. I’m enjoying it. Squirm.

I try not to stare at Klaus, but how am I supposed to reconcile someone so gentle and attentive to children is also a murderer.

“We have plans tonight, Snowflake.” His hand grips mine, and while it’s not painful, I clearly get the message that he’ll make it so if I struggle.

“If you have this, why are you working as a mall Santa?”

“The tight pussy, obviously.”

“Please, Klaus. Please don’t let this guy touch me. I only want you.”

I see his face for the first time. My heart races, and my blood heats. Broad, artistic lips, a cut jaw, and the barest hint of a blond beard. Too perfect. Too evil.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you. Now get in...

How dare she beg me not to hurt the children when I was doing everything I could to impress her? To prove to her how good I could be with them, how worthy I am.

The passenger creep makes a sound close to a purr. I don’t even have a cunt, and it closes up.

Don’t worry, Sugar Cookie, we’re going to fuck you plenty.” Did he just nickname her?

I’m not angry with her for fighting. I’m proud of her for doing her best to only be fucked by me.