Page 26 of A Stolen Christmas

“Am I replacing Seth? Do you miss doing all these twin things with him?” I asked curiously.

“What? No, we have lived separately for nearly ten years,” he said with a frown. “I thought women liked matching Christmas clothes.”

“Hmm, I think you like it more than most,” I said as I touched the soft woollen sweater.

“Would you consider getting a matching tattoo?” he asked with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely not,” I said because matching clothes was one thing, but inking my body for life, no thanks.

His crestfallen face made me smile.

“You wouldn't know if you were asleep, though,” he said with his smile turning sinister.

“Just try it and see what I do to you,” I said through clenched teeth.

We had a staring contest, with neither of us looking away until he sighed.

“Fine, matching jumpers it is,” he said, and I relaxed because it was a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.

God, I would have to keep a sharp eye on him because of his hare-brained ideas.

He’d lulled me into a false sense of security because as soon as we came out of his closet, he had me face down flat on the bed.

“I don't want you leaving the house unless your knickers are full of my cum,” he said as he rubbed his hardening dick against my ass. “Every time you walk, sit or socialise with someone, I will know you're wearing my cum soiled knickers.”

Oh, my Lord. The man was a freak. But why was that so hot?

He was peeling away my Hamish pyjamas and underwear down my ass before he pulled the top off.

“You have no idea how tempting this ass is,” he murmured as he cupped my ass cheeks. “How long I envisioned seeing you like this.”

“How long have you been stalking me?” I asked as he turned me around, and I couldn't take him seriously with Hamish all over his pyjamas.

“Too long,” he said as he whipped his top off.

I placed my foot over his crotch, and he pulled it up to kiss the top of it.

“I love this nail polish colour on you,” he said as he rubbed his thumb over my dark red toenail. “But I love the colour of your pussy even more.”

With that, he sank to the floor and put my legs over his shoulders. I could get used to a few of these new Christmas traditions.

Chapter 19

Saul

Sirah fidgeted nervously in her seat as we waited for my brother and Katya to pull into my parents' driveway. The snow hadn't settled on the roads, but my parents' garden and lawn still had a layer.

“Why are you so nervous? My mum isn't anything like Irene,” I reassured her.

“She will be delighted to have a stranger at her doorstep on Christmas day,” she mumbled as she looked out the car window at the house.

“Trust me, my mum will be ecstatic that I've finally brought a girl home,” I said dryly. “I’ve had years of snide digs about Seth being married.”

I knew the horrible experience she had with Irene, so I took her hand and held it between both of mine.

“Trust me, if I thought for a second that my parents wouldn't welcome you with open arms, I would never have come,” I said gently.

She turned to look at me before she nodded, and I tightened my grip around her hand. Seth pulled in beside us, and he glanced at Sirah with a massive grin on his face. I narrowed my eyes on him and hoped to fuck he didn't mess things up for me.

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