Sacked and Sleighed (Stolen Obsessions, #1.5)

by Aurelia Knight

“He had a mirror taped to his shoe, and he was looking up your little green skirt at the tight pussy that belongs to me. Did you know that?”

My Snowflake is crying, and I regret waiting this long for my big reveal. Before he can finish his disgusting sentiment, I swing the axe over my shoulder and into his.

Snowflake screams in earnest now, and it’s so fucking good to hear that she’s as invested in all of this as I am. She’s needed a good scream for days, and I’ve needed to hear it for years.

“Mine, mine, mine.”

I turn to Bianca, and she’s staring at me like I’m a monster. She’s right. I am. I’m going to fucking tear her apart.

“Klaus, thank you for not letting him hurt me.”

“You look like you're about to hurt me.” She spits the words, and I take the time to really look at her.

She shocks me by dropping to her knees, her hands rushing to take my cock out of the bright red Santa pants.

“I know you need to cum. Let me suck it out of you. Please, Klaus. Just not like this.” She gestures to me, and I look over myself, seeing the blood she’s referring to.

I put my hand in her hair and nudge my cock in until it's over her silken tongue and cresting the back of her throat.

Sinking that axe into that fucking bastard was only half the release I needed. I need Bianca.

She’s barely conscious, and from the smile on her face, vaguely high.

I leave her room and walk past her roommate again. She’s watching me with hatred like she always does. She and I have been engaged in an odd truce for three years. She doesn’t interfere, and I don’t harm her.

“You need to stop killing them. How many is it now? Nine? Ten?”

I’m furious and shaken from what he did at the Christmas tree farm but oddly touched. Just like I am every time he does something over the top to prove nothing is more important in his world than me.

I think he has a little crush on you. Definitely go out with him!

“He asked me to stay here, to keep an eye on you. I-I… he paid me, but it’s not right, and I won’t do it anymore.”

Is he watching someone else? And why does that idea fill me with burning jealousy rather than concern for that person?

He’s a fucking murderer and stalker, Bianca, not your boyfriend.

He smiles that crooked smile, and I melt for him despite everything.

I’m pissed he’s been gone. And other than here, where the fuck has he been? And why has he been here instead of with me?

“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” I can’t help it. I sound like an angry girlfriend, not his victim in any real regard.

“Miss me, Snowflake?”

“What if I said yes?”

“I’d say I’ve missed you too.”

“I’m not planning to stop paying your bills, so you don’t need to worry about finding someone else to live with.”

“I really didn’t think I had an actual chance to win you over, but you’re mad at me right now like I’m your boyfriend, and I think it’s because you like me, Snowflake.”

“Shut up.” “You do like me.”

I hate that he’s right. He’s won me over through two simple tactics, dogged loyalty a.k.a. obsession, and making me come harder than I thought was possible.

To a forgotten girl like me, who’s been lusted after plenty but never cherished? His attention destroys my defenses.

“Sure, what package are you interested in?” They both look toward Klaus and giggle. “Uh, photo package,” I correct.

I didn’t even know I was a jealous person, but after the days of being ignored, the idea of him touching them is maddening.

I kiss his lips on my own for the first time ever, but it's just a gentle press.

“No one but you,” he murmurs as he shoves me back into the wall and turns the kiss into something deep and desperate.

“I don’t want anyone to touch me but you.”

He calms down a while later and pulls me into his arms rather than me cradling him. It’s the first truly tender moment between us, and it aches in contrast with everything else.