Home for the Holidays (A Holinight Novella)

by Lee Jacquot

“Old habits die hard, don’t they, sweetheart?”

But like any dangerous creature, he came with a veil of mystery that made even the most saintly at the academy want to taste the forbidden fruit.

But there’s a different project I’m almost done with that I’m more focused on.”

I’m not going to fuck it up this time. Tonight, Adelina will learn there hasn’t been a day that’s passed since our freshman year that she wasn’t mine.

Hazel eyes rake over me slowly, but instead of it feeling as though he’s evaluating every aspect for flaws, it’s as if he’s memorizing every corner of my face. It’s….intimate.

Everything around us is both unmoving and unsteady, and I’m unable to focus on anything else except him.

I look back at Elliot and nod. His lips thin. “Words. I like them used explicitly.”

She arches into me, her frame melding with mine like a puzzle before it’s been cut. Everything about her, about us is perfect.

I wonder, did I ever fill you with my cum, or did you let me paint you with it?”

Adelina claims I’ve always been such a mystery, it’s time she finds out exactly who I am.

“Only good girls get to come, Adelina. Not naughty little sluts.”

“I want you to feel me here for weeks. Every time you fucking move, I want the pain to remind you that I was here.”

“I want the void of me to drive you fucking insane.”

“Because for me, sweetheart, it’s always been you. And when I didn’t think I’d have you, I needed the reminder. I wanted to look out this window and remember all the things you made me feel.”

“I am yours. Wholly and truly. Not a day has passed since I laid eyes on you where I wasn’t.”

Always.

But nothing is always perfect. Nothing is without flaw. And Elliot Rivera’s flaw, if you will, is that he takes everything I say and uses it against me. Sexually. And in only the best ways. Hence why I’m currently lying on our dining room table, naked, surrounded by candles, and mums. My cinnamon and cranberry potpourri on the stove filling the house and setting the tone for Thanksgiving dinner. Only, instead of ham, or green bean casserole, I’m the main course, courtesy of my comment last week about wanting to be stuffed like a turkey.