Page 65 of Devil’s Snare

“Won’t you die in the best way possible? Happy and with your cock buried deep inside me?”

“Vixen,” he growled. “You sure about this?”

At my enthusiastic nod, he relented.

“Get your ass to my bike. Now.”

I guess I wore down his patience and any attempt to refuse.

Not five minutes later, we arrived at Deathrock Cemetery. It used to hold such anguish and heartbreak. The death of my sister and the loss I suffered with her murder. Now? I felt peace. I could hold her close and also let her go.

A light breeze ruffled through my hair as I stepped off his bike, reaching under the hem of my dress to slip off my panties. I flung them at Cin, not surprised when he caught them, taking a sniff before shoving the fabric into his cut pocket.

“Run, little deer. Run, but know when you’re caught, you’ll be placing your hands on the nearest surface while I fuck you from behind. I’ll count to one hundred before I search for you.”

The words sent a shiver through me. “When I cry out your name, it’s not going to be Cin.”

He prowled forward a few steps, halting when he remembered our game. “Go, Bambi. Now!”

I sprinted forward as adrenaline began to pump through my veins. The cemetery was dark. Shadows deepened as the moon hid behind a collection of thick, bubbly gray clouds. My heart pounded in my chest as I ran uphill, beyond the rows of headstones in their neat rows.

When I knew I had gone far enough, I slowed my steps. I didn’t want to make noise and alert Cin to my location. I had a better chance in the grass where my footfalls wouldn’t be loud. I veered off the path and deeper into the cemetery.

At night, with only the wind and trees as company, the grounds became spookier, almost wicked with their aging and crumbling graves. I’d gone far enough to enter what appeared to be the oldest part of the cemetery. No lights illuminated this area except for the stars.

A twig snapped nearby, and I froze, ducking behind a tall headstone that concealed my body. He couldn’t have found me that fast. It wasn’t possible. Right?

I underestimated my biker’s abilities.

His hand snatched my arm and hauled me to my feet. His back pressed against mine as he whispered into my ear. “Found you, my sweet.”

I sighed. “No fair. You used your god-like gifts.”

A dark chuckle followed. “Bend over and grip the headstone. Better hold on tight.”

I nearly moaned with how much his words turned me on. Obeying, I bent at the waist and rested my hands on the cool, smooth stone. A hiss left my lips when he lifted my dress and draped it over my shoulders. My bare bottom felt every bit of the crisp night wind.

Cin moved behind me. “Spread wider.”

I moved my feet farther apart.

“I said wider.” He slapped me on the ass.

“Ah!” I screeched, spreading as wide as I could for him.

“Such a perfect ass, Bambi.” He smoothed his fingertips over the sensitive skin. “Let’s see if you’re wet for me.” His thick, long fingers swiped through my slit. “Devious little thing, aren’t you? Getting so wet and sticky before I’ve shoved my cock deep.”

I shivered. That dirty talk. It did wicked things to my girly bits.

“Not gonna take you slow this first time. Can’t.” The tip of his cock pressed to my opening, teasing me.

“I can handle you.”

“Yeah, you fucking can.” On the last word he spoke, his hips slammed into mine. His cock buried so deep that I screamed his name.

At this angle, he touched me in a way he never had before. Hitting a spot that made me keen with pleasure and fullness. He stretched me almost to the point of pain. Right on the edge, it sent me tumbling into the abyss. Ecstasy nearly stole my breath.

Cin drove into me with relentless thrusts. His hips smacking into my ass as he gripped my hips with possession and need. A grunt fell from his lips as he drove into me harder, faster. “So fucking good. This pussy, baby. I’m so fucking addicted to how you grip me.”