The Possessive Stranger In The Santa Boxers
"You are MINE." He growls out, trapping me against the cool counter, the spoon immediately falling out of my hands- creating a crash on the floor.
His big hard body covers mine like a sweater, His thick blonde hair running against my chin as he dips his head down to my chest. "Who do you belong to?" He whispers in a deathly taunt.
Shivers cover my body as I squeeze my brown eyes tight and with all my might, push him off me.
He stumbles back a little bit looking up with dark eyes full of lust and anger.
"Not you." I reply. My eyes narrowed at his hazel ones, trying to ignore the heat that went off me as he left.
"I guess I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson then." His voice coming out deeper then ever. Fear leaks into me as I notice the sly smirk that forms on his face. "This will be fun." He blurts out, before he lunges for me.
Christmas is for fun and laughter, opening presents, giving, and spending time with your family.
Who would of thought I would be spending MY Christmas, the most important day of the year, being kidnapped by a sexy hunk in Santa boxers.
Definitely not me.