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She shivers, goosebumps erupting on her skin as I brush the loose strands of hair away from her face. She stares at me apprehensively, her eyes wide with anger and fear. But beneath the fear, there is a smoldering ember of excitement, one that is impossible to ignore or deny. I press my body against hers, savoring the moment as her fear slowly dissipates and transforms into an unspoken desire. She closes her eyes and leans into me.
But suddenly, as if a taut cord had snapped, her eyes fly open. “Get away from me!” she screams, wrenching her arm free and raising the knife above her head. In one swift motion, I snatch her wrist and slam it against the trunk. She cries out in both pain and frustration. “I swear, if I have to, I’ll?—”
“Kill me?” I laugh, prying the blade from her grasp. “I’m not sure if you have what it takes.”
“Fuck you!” she spits, watching as I toss the weapon somewhere into the nearby brush.
“Or maybe youdohave it in you,” I say, tracing a finger along her jawline and across her plush lips. “You almost stabbed someone to death, didn’t you?” She emphatically shakes her head. “But you didn’t have time to finish it.”
Heat radiates off her skin like an inferno as she stares daggers at me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she denies.
But I do. This is Gwen’s dark secret, one she wanted no one to discover. “Oh, but I think you do,” I say knowingly. “The police didn’t find out. You got away with it … thanks to your father.”
Her breathing quickens, her eyes darting around as if she’s worried someone will hear us. “You know nothing.”
“But I do,” I say, lifting her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Richard ‘Dick’ Nelson took his abuse too far one day, tried to molest you one too many times. So you took a knife, stabbed the shit out of him, and your daddy took the fall, exposing him to the world as the Lakestone Reaper.”
“Shut the fuck up!” she shrieks, tears streaming down her cheeks as her eyes glaze over.
Looks like she’s having an episode again.
I reach out to comfort her, but she smacks my hand away. “You don’t know what it was like! No one understood or believed me! Even my father didn’t realize the extent of it until …” She trails off, taking in a shuddering breath.
I stroke her hair, and she doesn’t push me away this time. “It’s okay, Gwen. We can rectify this, finish the job.”
Her breath hitches and she blinks rapidly, as if she’s attempting to understand the meaning behind my words. She’s about to speak, but I silence her, shoving three of my fingers into her mouth. “Suck them like a good girl.”
She gags but obeys, wrapping her lips around them. Her head bobs back and forth, saliva dripping down her chin. I feel myself getting hard as I imagine her sucking my cock. Then I pull away, leaving her breathless and wanting more.
“Take off your jeans and panties,” I order, groaning into her ear as I wedge her legs apart with my knee.
“But Damon?—”
Already sick of her protests, I press her against the trunk, cupping her pussy through her clothes. “Do it.Now.”
She whimpers, biting her lip as I give her space to do as she’s told. Once she shimmies out of her jeans and slips off her panties, I grab her wrist, preventing her from tossing it into the pile at her feet. She watches me as I snatch her panties—and stuff them into her mouth.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
She nods, parting her thighs. I slide two fingers inside of her drenched core, thrusting into her roughly. She moans around the makeshift gag, throwing her head back, her pussy clenching around my gloved digits. Heat courses through me as I snake my other hand under her top, groping her breast through her bra. I then yank up her shirt and pull down the cups, letting her tits spill out.
“You like this, don’t you?” I mock, squeezing one of her nipples before twisting it harshly. “You like getting fucked by a serial killer in the same place your father buried all those bodies?” Gwen groans and clenches—actually clencheshardaround my fingers, the sick bitch.
I force another finger inside of her, opening her up, and making her squirm at the intrusion. Then I suddenly withdraw and spin her around, unzipping my pants. “Fuck,” I mumble, placing a palm on her lower back, making her arch. “Your ass is perfect.” I slap it, watching it bounce.
I rub against her wetness until the head of my cock is glistening with her juices. She leans into it, wiggling her ass. Greedy Little Finch. I slap my cock against her core, making her whine. So fucking close to slipping inside.
And I do, sliding into her dripping heat. Inch by inch until I’m buried inside. She pulses around me as I mount her to the hilt and begin fucking her. I reach around, groping her breasts, squeezing them hard. I pull her toward me with each thrust, fucking her deep. She digs her nails into the bark, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes as I drive into her.
“Faster,” she moans around the gag. “Please.”
I moan, pumping into her faster. Seeing her broken and bent to my will like this—fuck, I will not last much longer.
“More,” she whines. “Give me more!”
I wrap my hand around her neck, pulling her closer. “Is this what you want?” I growl in her ear, making her whimper as I increase the pressure.
She nods as best she can. “Yes,” she chokes out, losing oxygen by the second. Her legs tremble as I pound her from behind, my grasp on her throat tightening. She pushes her hips back, meeting each thrust.
