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A thrill rocks through me as heat rises from deep inside me. I want to keep going. A voice warns against it, whispering of irrevocable consequences. I should turn back.
But I can’t stop now.
I step into the darkness, going deeper into the woods, keeping a close eye on his silhouette. The shadows close around me like a blanket, cold and inviting all at once. A chill runs through me and I subconsciously rub my arms to ward off the goosebumps. He leads me silently, and we don’t speak. The only sound is the distant music from the boombox and rustling leaves, and the twigs that snap underfoot as he leads me deeper into the woods.
Then he vanishes again, as if made of nothing more than shadows. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and apprehension creeps over every inch of my body. As I reach for the taser in the pocket of my coat, a sound comes from somewhere ahead of me. A soft rustling of leaves, like someone is walking through them in haste. I know he’s still here, somewhere within these shadows.
With one hand tightly gripping my taser, I take a few steps forward, my knees shaking. I’m on pins and needles, adrenaline surging in my veins as I keep moving, one foot in front of the other. Then I see him again, standing ahead. He turns to me, finally acknowledging my presence.
I know he sees right through me. His gaze flits to the taser I wield, and he has the audacity tolaugh. I’m filled with a strange sense of foreboding as he looms closer. The smart thing to do would be to run. But I’m drawn to the thrill—the danger, the promise.
There really isn’t any turning back now.
Putting on a brave face, I say, “You shouldn’t be out here.”
I can almost hear him smirk behind the mask. “Neither should you.” He steps closer and touches my arm, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “You can go … or you can stay. The choice is yours.”
My body trembles as I make my decision, knowing the implications. He’s even closer now, just inches apart, and I can feel the heat radiating from his body. I swallow hard and finally find my voice again. “I’ll stay.”
He snatches the taser from my hand and hauls me against the trunk of a tree before I can protest. My back slams against the bark, knocking the air from my lungs. With one hand gripping my waist, he waves the taser menacingly with the other. I’m shaking—but not from fear.
The feeling only intensifies when he presses his body against mine, his fingers tightening around my waist, enough to bruise.
I look up at him defiantly as he leans in, his lips just millimeters from mine. “You know you want this as much as I do,” he whispers, triggering the taser, sending sparks flying.
I shudder at the sensation from the unspoken threat. “I do,” I say, warmth flooding between my thighs.
Dropping the taser, his hand slides down to cup my clothed pussy, making me whimper. I arch into his grasp, wanting more.Needingmore. He wraps his other hand around my throat, watching me as I writhe underneath him. My breath comes out in shallow pants as his grip constricts my airway. I can feel his hardness press against my leg, sending desire soaring through me like wildfire.
This is beyond wrong.
Thoughts of Blake quickly leave me asmy killertugs down my pants, taking my panties with them. His other hand never leaves my throat as he deftly pulls the garments off, giving him full access to my dripping slit. After unzipping his pants and rolling on a condom, he strokes himself a few times, moaning—and before I can comprehend what’s happening, he lifts my leg to rest on his shoulder and slams himself into me with one swift thrust.
Every single one of my muscles is tense as he begins to move, thrusting deep and hard within me. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from screaming out in pleasure as he rocks against me, pushing himself deeper each time. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes; his cock stretches me so exquisitely, I think I might immediately come.
His grip on my throat remains tight as his cock pumps roughly into my pussy. He wraps an arm around my waist and rubs my clit. I moan, my legs quavering, heat quickly building in my core. Finally, he lets go of my throat to grab a fistful of hair.
“Harder,” I breathe.
He yanks my hair as he fucks me harder, burying himself as deep as he can go. “Come on,” he growls, panting through the mask. “Come all over my cock, Little Finch.”
He pounds me faster, his rhythm increasingly erratic. I can feel the pleasure mounting, my stomach fluttering, my head spinning. I shut my eyes, stars exploding behind my lids as my climax rips through me. My pussy clenches around him, his touch burning me alive. He thrusts a few more times before he withdraws, grunting as he removes the condom.
“On your knees,” he orders gruffly, pushing me to the ground.
My knees hit the dirt. I have no time to even wince as he stands before me, furiously jerking his cock in my face. I part my lips, and he shoves himself inside my mouth, fucking my throat for a couple of moments. Then he pulls out partway, the head of his dick on my tongue.
“Swallow,” he rasps, spilling thick ropes of cum into my mouth.
I savor the saltiness of it, the rich, earthy flavor of his warmth. I swallow, moaning as his essence coats the back of my throat. He holds the back of my head as I lick him clean, smacking my lips for effect as he pulls away.
His gloved finger glides across my lips almost affectionately. “You’re mine, my Little Finch,” he says, intensity radiating off him. “I will not share you with anyone else. Ever.”
He zips up and disappears into the night, leaving my heart hammering as the reality of what happened crashes into me. Looking around, I hope no one saw us, and I start putting my clothes back on. How could I explain what I’ve done—and what I’ve been doing—without looking like I’ve lost my fucking mind?
I rub my temples.
Maybe Ihavelost my mind after all.
