Unholy Night

Chapter One

Cole

The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew it was game over.

She turned my world upside down, rendering me useless to any other woman. She took control of my mind, my body, and my life. Everything faded away before her, and nothing else existed after her. She became the sole reason I woke up every morning.

She made me realize just how empty my life was.

Everything I’ve been missing.

My cock strains against my pants as I watch her curvy silhouette move across the bedroom through the sheer curtains.

The details of her delicious body are obscured, but I know every inch of her beautiful, pale skin. Long, raven hair flows down her back, framing a soft, angelic face. Her full breasts demand every man’s attention, while a plump ass and thick thighs beg to be bred.

She’s the greatest contradiction, so innocent you want to protect her, so fucking irresistible you want to devour her.

She’s a walking wet dream and I knew from the moment I saw her, she’d be mine.

Shifting against the large oak tree at the back of the house, the bark makes a scratching sound against the material of my coat. It’s cold out, at least six inches of snow covering the property. This time of year is beautiful and quiet, creating a peaceful atmosphere out here, in the middle of nowhere. The house is secluded, nestled in the woods, no neighbors within a mile, which is perfect.

No one will hear her scream.

Most would say I’m crazy, obsessed for freezing my balls off, watching the object of my desire from a distance. They’re right, but I don’t give a fuck.

Isabelle is something I never expected. She’s hijacked my thoughts, to the point I can’t function more than a few hours without seeing her. She’s wrapped her fingers around the long dormant organ in my chest, squeezing until it had no choice but to beat once again.

The sexiest thing about her is the fact she doesn’t recognize what she’s done to me. She’s clueless of her allure, her unique beauty, her power. She’s so pure and selfless, I ache to break her apart, piecing her back together with shards of myself.

Bind her to me in a way she’ll never be able to escape.

She should be terrified.

Once she comes face to face with the monster in the shadows, her life will never be the same.

She’ll be my captive.

A prisoner of my own selfish desires.

It’s Christmas Eve and while the world sleeps, waiting for morning to come, to celebrate with friends and family, I’m planning Isabelle’s beautiful demise, her innocence corrupted.

This Christmas will be one she’ll never forget.