15. Camryn

FIFTEEN

CAMRYN

Dominic's lips spread into a sinful, clit-tingling smile that promises endless pain. "Better run, or I'll hunt them down and kill them."

I don't doubt him for a second. He's unhinged.

I spin around, leaves slapping me in the face as I dart for the cornstalks, but the sting barely registers. I sprint blindly with no clue where I'm going. Everywhere looks the same. More and more cornstalks everywhere I turn.

Coming to a halt, I spin around, my heart thudding in my ears as the sun beats down on me from overhead. I step back, painfully aware of my sticky thighs and the throbbing between my legs. Somewhere to my left, the stalks rustle, and my heart jumps to my throat.

I turn and run, tugging desperately on the rope securing my wrists. My sole mission is to escape the clutches of the man who's hunting me, even as I want him to pin me down in the dirt and unleash his evil.

I trip and fall hard on my side, coughing violently. I can feel dry dirt stick to my damp lips and tear-streaked cheeks as I try to climb to my feet. Losing balance, I collapse back down, crying from sheer torment.

Behind me, the cornstalks rustle ominously, and I hold my breath, convinced that he's seconds away from pouncing on me. The wind sweeps through the cornfield, swaying the stalks. I push up on my knees, suppressing a shiver. Silence has settled over the cornfield. Not a rustle of leaves can be heard. Nothing. Just me and my shaky breaths.

I peer around, my lips stretched around the ball gag, while my wrists throb from rubbing against the rope.

"Camryn…"

My heart rate spikes at the whisper. I scan the immediate area, watching the tall stalks sway like graceful dancers.

I stiffen when a large presence crouches down behind me and trails their cold fingers over my shoulder, causing a chill to raise the hairs on my bare arms.

Benny's voice whispers near my ear, "Such a delicate little thing."

I whimper, fear pulsing through me as he shushes me, guiding my eyes to his with his fingers below my chin, blood trickling from the gun wound in his temple. His skin has taken on an ashy gray tone.

A silent scream lodges itself in my throat, and I remain frozen as he feasts on my face with those dark eyes. "Look how needy you are." His breath whispers across my lips. "Wet and ready for your stepbrother. Your head must be an interesting place. So much guilt… So much…desire." He breathes me in as I tremble with fear, shaking like a leaf. His lips brush my cheek, exhaling a soft breath. "Let me in?—"

"There you are."

Dominic's harsh voice snaps me back into reality, and I whip my head around. His powerful legs eat up the small distance between us and he stares down at me on my knees. "What did I tell you would happen if I found you?"

You would hurt me.

As if he can see the answer in my eyes, he claps my cheek tauntingly before circling me. "You're covered in filth," he points out, and I crane my neck as he steps around me. "Filthy, yet so breakable."

Heat rushes to my core at the threat in his voice. I swallow the saliva in my mouth.

"Get up," he orders.

I climb to my feet, watching him warily, expecting him to offer me a glimpse of his monster.

"Run! I didn't ask for an easy catch. Fucking run."

My pulse pounds in my ears as I whirl around, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Without hesitation, I bolt through the towering cornstalks, my shoes digging up the soil, trampling dried stalks as I glance behind me.

He's nowhere to be seen, or so I think, until I turn back around and slam into a hard wall. I stumble back with a yelp, and he shoves me to the ground then puts his shoe on my back to keep me down as he unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the loops with a slanted smile. "I told you I would hurt you," he says, slowly winding the leather around his veiny hand. "Is that what you want?"

I nod, my voice muffled behind the gag.

The belt sails through the air and smacks me hard on the ass, pain rippling across my flesh. Dominic whips me again, striking me so hard that I writhe beneath his boot.

"Don't try to get away now, little whore. This is what you want, remember. Pain and more fucking pain." The belt connects with the backs of my thighs, and liquid fire burns a path over my skin, welts throbbing.

Dominic drops to his knees behind me, looping the belt around my neck, tightening it with a sharp pull so that I can only manage small sips of air, hardly enough to keep me from growing light-headed.

I'm vaguely aware of him shoving down his jeans behind me, his hard dick sliding through my slit as he bites the shell of my ear. "Which hole should I fuck first?"

He feeds me the tip, inching inside so slowly that I struggle not to cry out for completely different reasons than the burning pain on my ass cheeks.

"This little cunt that's begging for cock"—he shifts and presses the crown of his cock against my back hole—"or your tight ass?"

I wriggle beneath him, fighting hopelessly against the restraints on my wrists despite the sharp pain where the ropes dig into my flesh.

"Let's break you in first." He shifts his hips, thrusting his fat cock inside me in one go, stealing the breath from my lungs as pleasure bursts behind my eyelids. He's so big it's almost unbearable. I might split in two.

Tears cascade down my cheeks as he rocks his hips, ensuring I feel every inch of him. "Look at you. Stuffed with cock and crying into the soil. Want more?"

Mindless, I nod, and he pulls out to the tip before thrusting back inside with such force that my cheek drags through the dirt.

Dominic fucks like a beast without mercy who wants to destroy me. All I can do is breathe in the soil and let him pound me until I'm coming all over him like his own plaything.

"You're strangling my cock, Sis." He sits back on his knees before flipping me over onto my back and removing the gag.

His veiny cock glistens with my juices, and a white trail of cream coats the underside. Ramming it inside my mouth, he holds me in place with a hand in my hair. "That's it. Taste yourself on me."

My gag instinct kicks in, and I choke around his length while squeezing my sticky thighs together. I want more.

"Make my dick nice and wet," he orders as he eases back to watch me lick it. "Good girl. More."

I swirl my tongue over the crown and then spit on his length, but when I go to do it again, he plugs my mouth with the gag, grabs hold of my ankles, and brings them to my ears. I'm bent in half with my arms trapped behind me and my puffy cunt on full display. But it's not my pussy that catches his attention.

Braced on his knees, he lubes up my ass with my arousal before slowly sinking back inside my cunt, feeding me inch by delicious inch, watching my heat swallow his cock until he's balls deep. He pulls out to the tip, then does it again, observing me closely as his glistening length disappears inside me. He fucks me like that—slow and deep, until my chest heaves with harsh breaths.

My pussy drips as he rubs the wet crown over my ass in a terrifying showcase of self-control, pressing inside me slowly, his fingers flexing on my ankles. It starts to sting, so I wince.

"Relax, or it'll hurt more."

I do as I'm told, and Dominic sheaths himself to the hilt in my ass. Behind him, the towering cornstalks move in the wind—a stunning backdrop to the pure sadism glittering in his ominous eyes.

My throat jumps against the belt as I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. Dominic focuses on the spot where we're connected, lip trapped between his teeth, as he eases out of me with agonizing slowness.

"Bear down," he orders, his voice dripping with authority. Once again, I do as I'm told, causing more arousal to leak from my cunt.

He sinks his cock inside my ass, releasing a growl as he sets a feral rhythm, my back gliding in the soil with every powerful thrust. I've never been more grateful for my tank top or the soft ground beneath me.

A multitude of emotions flickers across Dominic's face. Behind the darkness, behind all the raw power currently flowing through his bulging veins, is a side I want to access. An elusive side that's there one minute and gone the next.

All thoughts flee my head when he pinches my clit, sweat trailing down his temple and onto his flushed cheek. His regal features look even sharper when he's fucking. I've never seen anyone as breathtaking as him. He's so beautiful, in fact, that it's hard to look at him in moments like these, yet I never break eye contact. When my pussy contracts, his jaw clenches, and his control slips. He shudders, dragging his thumb over my swollen clit again and again.

A muffled moan claws its way up my throat, just as pleasure crashes down on me like a stack of cards, my ass clenching around his cock. This orgasm is unlike anything I've ever felt. It's drawn out, tearing through me until my ears hum and my vision blackens around the edges.

"Fuck, that's it," Dominic grunts, his muscles rippling and straining as he grinds his dick deep, spilling inside me. Another bead of sweat falls from his temple and hits my collarbone. I'm still floating in a cloud of pleasure when he lifts me from the ground and cradles me against his warm chest. Exhaustion creeps out from between the cornstalks, and the next thing I know, I fall asleep, surrounded by Dominic.

I'm too hot. It's stifling.

I blink my eyes open and gaze around the room.

A room that isn't mine.

I look down at Dominic's face, only now realizing I've been asleep in his arms. This is his room and his bed.

His scent blankets me, not only because I'm wrapped in his embrace. I'm also wearing his T-shirt.

I'm braced on his chest, staring at his face while his heart beats steadily beneath my palm. How did this happen? How did we go from hate to…this? Why does he fuck me brutally one minute, promising pain and punishment, and then sleeps with me in his arms? Why does he guard me at night? Why does he notice me?

There's an insistent throb between my legs as I carefully extract myself from his arms. A small part of me wants to stay and explore whatever this is, but a bigger part of me fears my tumultuous emotions. Dominic is beyond intense. He's a brewing storm. I can't allow myself to get swallowed whole by his destructive power, no matter how alluring it is.

No matter how much my body quakes at the sight of him.

With my mind made up, I sneak across the hall and enter my room, carefully closing the door behind me.

I can never be too careful around Dominic. The man could hear a pin drop in a crowded room.

After changing into clean clothes and packing a bag, I climb out through my window, questioning my decision as I lower myself down the trellis. A normal person would leave through the front door, but something tells me it would wake the beast in the room next to mine.

He'll soon find me. Every cell in my body knows it. I need a reprieve and a chance to breathe, even for just a few hours.