A Very Stalker Christmas: A Spicy Holiday Novella

by Layla Fae

To all my tired sisters who carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. May you be supported in every way you need.

Not for the first time and certainly not the last, I wish I were a cat. I could wander into her life then, not worrying about having to speak or smile, and she would pet and caress me to my greedy heart’s content.

I’m about to leave in embarrassment when he takes one long step deeper into the house and waves me in with a flourish that seems a bit mocking. I press my lips together and go in, my nape tingling. I don’t know why, but it seems dangerous. Like stepping into the lair of a beast.

That coaxes the first full smile out of him. He laughs soundlessly, his shoulders shaking, and his eyes spark. My heart stutters, and for a moment, I’m speechless. God, he’s not just handsome. He’s beautiful.

I want to tell her how beautiful she is. How perfect. That I’ll always protect her and be everything she needs me to be. But I can’t speak, so I lean over, cradle the back of her head in my trembling hand, and kiss those words into her mouth.

“You haven’t done a single thing I didn’t like or appreciate,” I continue. “And my philosophy is this: I believe people are good until they prove me wrong. So if you want to repel me, you’ll have to try harder.”

“What if I came into your room at night, tied you up, and used your body to satisfy all my urges? What if I fucked your pussy, mouth, and ass, hard and fast without protection, and made a complete mess of you? That’s what I want to do to you, sugar. Would that work?”

“This is all mine,” he says in a low growl, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. “Only I get to have this. Understand?” He looks up, his eyes demanding and dark, and I nod frantically.

She is my home, my woman, my salvation. I will show her every day how important, beautiful, and loved she is.