33. Epilogue

One year later...

Alice clears her throat. "I've got to get going. Lars wanted me at our trailer by ten, and it's already past that." She bites her lip. "You okay wrapping up here?"

I pause and smile. "Absolutely. Go to your man."

She raises an eyebrow. "What about yours? Where is he tonight?"

I shake my head, feeling a flutter in my stomach. "No idea." Usually, when I don't see him, he's planning a special scene to act out. Things have gotten more raw and intense since the first time, and I love it.

Maybe he broke me. His relentless pursuit was both infuriating and intoxicating. Since then, I've been hooked on his obsessive tendencies.

After tidying up, I pack the supplies away and step out of the tent. Turning the corner, I collide with a solid wall of muscle, my gaze locking onto Cade's dark eyes through his skull mask. My heart skips a beat, freezing me in place.

"What are you?—"

A gloved hand clamps over my mouth, his other hand gripping my neck. "Hello, Angel. I've been watching you all night. Now, you're mine." His voice, altered by a distortion device, sends a shiver through me, heightening my arousal.

This is our scene, and I seamlessly slip into my role as the terrified, unsuspecting prey.

"I'm in the mood to hunt," he declares, dragging me away from camp and toward the forest. "You're going to be my prey."

My heart pounds in my ears as Cade pulls me deeper into the forest. Once there, he rips my skirt from my hips, the fabric tearing under his force.

"What are you?—"

He spanks my bare ass to silence me, then reaches around to tear open my blouse, buttons scattering across the forest floor. Adrenaline surges through me, a potent mix of fear and electrifying excitement. This new game, taking me into the wild, is thrilling.

"Please stop," I beg, feigning resistance. "Let me go."

"Shhh,"he hushes, his masked voice menacing. "Run, angel. Give me a good chase."

Heart racing, I bolt through the trees in my bra and panties, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. Moonlight filters through the dense canopy, casting an eerie glow. Every snap of a twig, every rustle in the underbrush, sends my pulse skyrocketing. I glance back—Cade is nowhere to be seen, a predator lurking in the shadows, ready to strike.

"You can't escape me, angel!"Cade's predatory growl echoes through the forest.

I duck behind a thick trunk, desperately trying to catch my breath. But the sounds of his pursuit grow closer, leaves crunching and twigs snapping underfoot. Panic grips me, and I push forward, stumbling over the uneven ground.

My feet pound against the ground. The thrill of the chase electrifies my senses; I'm caught in a whirlwind of terror and exhilaration. The forest is a labyrinth of obstacles, branches clawing at my skin, roots threatening to trip me, but I can't afford to slow down. I almost feel Cade's gaze, a dark, looming shadow fueling my desperation.

Suddenly, my foot snags on something, and I'm hoisted upward before I can comprehend what's happening. I scream, trapped in a thick black net. It hits me—this is a net trap. This is definitely new.

Heavy, deliberate footsteps close in behind me as I squirm a few feet off the forest floor.

"Pleasingly predictable,"Cade's distorted voice slices through the tension. He enters my view, eyes gleaming with a dangerous mix of amusement and malice. "Did you really think you could escape, angel?"

My excitement spikes, this new twist taking things to another level. Trapped like an animal, my struggle is futile. "Let me down now!"I demand, playing the unwilling victim even as I revel in Cade's twisted games.

Cade's eyes light up, and he circles me like a predator savoring its prey. "Why should I, angel?"he whispers. "You're mine now. Completely at my mercy."He grabs hold of me, positions me on my back in the trap, and cuts a hole in the net right where my pussy is with a knife. "I'm going to fuck you while you hang there, trapped and at my mercy."

Oh God, this is beyond hot.

"No! Don't do this. Please!"I cry out, knowing he loves my resistance. I kick out at him, but the net renders my attempts useless.

He cuts the fabric of my panties and twirls the tip of the knife over my clit, making my back arch with sensation. I love it when he plays with me using the knife—so twisted, so depraved, yet the complete trust I place in him, knowing he'd never truly hurt me, thrills me to my core.

His breath is hot against my skin as he leans in, lips brushing close to my ear. "Do you feel how wet you are, angel?"His voice is a husky whisper that resonates through every nerve in my body. The knife continues its tantalizing journey, trailing slow, deliberate circles that amplify the throb between my legs.

Slowly, he drags the tip over my thighs, grazing the skin deliciously.

"Please, don't hurt me!"I cry, continuing my role.

He chuckles, the sound so fucking hot with the distorter.

He lingers for a moment, the knife resting at the juncture of my thighs, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "Hurt you? Never, angel,"he murmurs, lifting his gaze to meet mine. His eyes are dark, filled with lust and something deeper that sends a shiver down my spine. My breath hitches as he presses the knife a fraction deeper, a delicious pressure that promises much more.

"Look at you,"he purrs, tracing the blade along my side, "so vulnerable, so desperate."His free hand slides up my other side, fingers dancing lightly over my sensitive skin through the net, and I can barely contain my moan as his touch sends jolts of electricity through me. "You love this, don't you?"He tilts his head, eyes locked on mine, soaking in my turmoil and desire.

I bite my lip, playing the reluctant captive, thrilled by the game. "No, please,"I gasp, even though I'm trembling with need. His fingers find the slickness between my thighs, and a dark chuckle escapes him. "You're soaking,"he says, his fingers slipping easily inside. The knife clatters to the ground, forgotten, as his free hand grips my hip possessively while I hang in the net. "There's no hiding the truth from me, angel. Your body betrays you."

He thrusts two fingers inside me suddenly, and I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation. He moves them deliberately, curling and pumping with an intense, predatory focus. I can't help the whimper that escapes my lips, my hips moving against his hand, making the net swing into him.

"That's it,"he growls, his voice thick with desire. "Give in to it, angel. Let me see you break."His words are a command wrapped in a promise, fueling the fire coursing through my veins. I arch my back, my body a marionette to his every pull and demand.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, almost agonizingly, and brings them to his lips, tasting me with an expression of pure carnality. "Sweet as sin,"he murmurs, and the sight of him savoring me makes my pussy clench with longing. His hands explore my restrained body, rough and possessive, trying to memorize every inch of me.

He unzips his pants and positions his cock at the hole in the net. "Time to take my cock."

"No!"I thrash out, but all it does is push the net toward him, my pussy bumping against the thick head of his hard dick.

He grips the net tighter, his eyes darkening with desire, watching my futile struggles. "Oh, you'll take it,"he promises, his voice a dangerous whisper that sends shivers down my spine. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushes his cock inside me, filling me completely. The net creaks with the strain of my movements, but there's no escape.

His hands are laced in the net as he uses it to slam me onto his cock harder and faster, fucking me so hard it feels like he's trying to break me in half. And I love it.

The intensity of his thrusts drives me to the brink of madness. His every movement is calculated to push me further into the abyss. My body is a prisoner to the rhythm he sets, each slam of his cock sending waves of raw pleasure coursing through me.

"You're so fucking dirty, aren't you?"he rasps, his voice dripping with a dark, sensual hunger. "You love every second of me taking you like this against your will."His words ignite a wildfire within me, making every nerve ending in my body scream for more. I feel myself unraveling, each thrust tearing away the last remnants of my control.

"Beg for it, angel. Beg for me to fuck you harder."The command slices through the haze of pleasure, but I don't beg because I love how wild he gets when I tell him to stop.

"Please,"I gasp, my voice trembling with need. "Stop this."

A savage growl escapes his lips, and he drives into me with a renewed ferocity that steals my breath away. His hands tighten on the net, using it to pull me onto his cock with a ruthless, relentless pace. The pain and pleasure blend together, consuming me completely. All I can do is hold on and surrender to the overwhelming sensation of being utterly, deliciously wrecked.

Suddenly, he yanks his huge cock out of me and grabs the knife to slash the net, bringing me crashing to the ground with a thud. And then he's on me. "There's no stopping this. Not now, not ever."

I continue to wriggle beneath him, my breaths coming in rapid, shallow gasps. "No, please,"I plead, my voice cracking. But the line between acting and my true desires blurs, and I struggle to remember which is which.

His weight presses down on me, and I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. "Is this what you need?"he growls, pressing his cock against my pussy.

"You bastard,"I hiss, trying to sound defiant as I push back against him.

Cade laughs, a low, menacing rumble. "Such a fighter,"he taunts, unhooking my bra and discarding it. His hands seize my breasts with a rough intensity, squeezing hard. "I fucking love it."His grip is ironclad, forcing me to fight the urge to surrender entirely to the moment.

I kick out weakly, trying to scramble away. I catch him off guard, breaking free momentarily to turn onto all fours and crawl away.

But he's back in control in an instant, seizing my hips and pulling me onto his cock with brutal force. "I told you there's no escape."He spanks my ass. "You should have listened."

"Stop! I don't want this."

He fucks me so hard, groaning. "I fucking love it when you tell me to stop, angel."

He fucks me hard, groaning. "I fucking love it when you tell me to stop, angel."

I gasp, my body writhing under his relentless thrusts, pain, and pleasure merging into a haze of sensation. Each thrust leaves me breathless, teetering on the edge of agony and ecstasy. My mind screams to resist, but my body betrays me, greedily welcoming each plunge.

"Tell me how much you fucking want it,"Cade demands, his grip on my hips tightening.

I can't hold back anymore. My pretense shatters at his command. "I want it,"I whisper, barely audible.

"I didn't hear you,"he growls, his pace quickening.

"I want it,"I repeat, louder this time, my voice trembling with raw need. "I want you all the fucking time,"I admit.

"Good girl,"Cade growls, satisfaction dripping from his voice. His thrusts become even more forceful, each one sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through my body.

I clutch the leaves scattered beneath me, my nails digging into the mud.

The mixture of raw passion and sheer force overwhelms my senses, my cries piercing the stillness around us. Cade's hands roam my body, gripping, teasing, and driving me wild with unrelenting desire. The sensation of his fingers pressing into my flesh only fuels the raging fire within me.

"Do you like that, angel?"Cade's voice is a low, guttural growl in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes,"I gasp, unable to hide the truth any longer. "Yes, I love it."

"Good,"he murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. "Then take it. Take all of me."

"Cade, please,"I pant, my body trembling with need. The pressure inside me is building to an unbearable peak, teetering on the edge of release.

He leans down over my back, his breath hot against my ear. "What do you need, angel?"he whispers.

"Make me come,"I beg, my voice breaking. "I need to come."

A low, approving growl rumbles from his chest as he picks up the pace, his movements becoming almost brutal in their intensity. Each thrust pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, I'll never get enough of this. Come for me, angel."

"Oh fuck!"I cry, my orgasm hitting me hard, screaming while my body convulses with the intensity of my orgasm.

Cade doesn't stop, riding out my climax and sending me into another, even more powerful orgasm until I'm a shaking, quivering mess beneath him.

"That's my girl, milk my cock, and let me breed that tight little cunt."

I arch my back, feeling the pulse of his cock as his release intensifies my own pleasure, flooding me with his cum. Not that I'll actually get pregnant since I'm on the pill, but he loves to claim he's breeding my pussy and ass.

Reality slowly returns, and Cade's strong arms wrap around me, pulling me close to his chest. He removes his mask, and I feel the rapid beating of his heart mirroring my own. We lie together, entwined and spent, on the soft forest floor beneath the canopy of trees.

The forest's silence surrounds us, broken only by the distant calls of an owl and the rustling leaves. Cade's fingers trace gentle patterns on my back.

"How was that, angel?"he asks softly.

"I fucking loved it. The net was an amazing idea."I nestle closer to his chest, sighing as his warmth comforts me. "Definitely add that to my list of favorite ways to be fucked."

He smirks and pulls me closer, kissing my forehead. "Good, I knew you'd enjoy it,"he murmurs. "I fucking love it when you pretend not to want it. Reminds me of when we first met."

"Me too,"I agree, tilting my head to meet his gaze. His eyes are soft now, the wild intensity replaced with something tender.

He grins with genuine warmth. "I love you, angel,"he murmurs, his voice a tantalizing caress.

My heart swells at his confession, and I cradle his face. "And I love you,"I reply, my voice thick with raw emotion.

We lie there, savoring our connection, basking in the intoxicating afterglow. The first time Cade cornered me at the carnival, I never imagined being here with my stalker, entwined with him so deeply. My heart, mind, body, and soul are his. The outside world fades into insignificance whenever I'm near him, eclipsed by the intensity of our twisted and obsessive love.

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