CHAPTER FOUR

ADDIE

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Excitement and terror crashes through me as I tear out in no real direction. My feet have decided I need to put as much distance between me and the heavy, black boots as possible and the only way to accomplish that is to run headlong into the forest like the absolute idiot in every horror movie.

But into the woods I delve, making a world of noise crashing through the brush. My mind spins as I try to process what's happening even as I know and love it.

Something snaps behind me and I'm suddenly aware of the figure gaining fast, big boots pounding into the ground with zero attempt at stealth.

I scream.

I'm already a glowing beacon in the dark with my white towel. He's only a few feet behind me. Hiding was never an option, so, I keep running.

Solid muscle slams into me and we both go crashing to the dirt in a tangle of arms and legs with my captor taking the full weight of the collision by landing under me with a twist of his gorgeous body.

But that doesn't last. The second we hit, he flips us over, taking me down onto my stomach, pinning me into the ground with his bulk.

I try to scream again, but his gloved hand clasps over my mouth. The other fists my towel. I wrench my body to push him off, to wiggle free. Fear courses through me, but barely. It's excitement. A tsunami of anticipation as he rips my only covering away. My freshly cleaned flesh presses into rocks and dead leaves. It scratches my belly, my kicking legs. My breasts. All my flailing fails when he positions himself over me. When the hiss of his zipper rips the night in half.

"No!" I cry against the leather grinding my lips back over my teeth.

But I'm not fighting. Not anymore. I dig my nails into the packed earth as he snaps the panties off me and forces his knee between my thighs. He shoves them open wide, and I let him.

I let him align his thick head with my soaked opening. I lift my ass in welcome.

He groans into my ear once before surging in with a single, powerful thrust of his hips.

I want to scream. I might have. I can't hear anything over the shriek of bells going off in my head as he rocks into me with deep, even pumps, increasing with every plunge until he's pounding me with a violence that drives the air from my lungs. Ribbons of pain crackle up my belly and it's too much, but I can't move. He's got me wedged and he's hitting the same spot over and over, and I'm ripping the skin on my knees as I lift my ass to take it because it's right there.

The cliff.

The shiny void.

I squeeze my eyes closed, wheezing through my nose as I shatter. As my body seizes with such cruel brutality, he's no longer fucking me but letting me slam myself down on him. Railing myself on his cock like it's my life support.

The waves go on forever, lasting eons as he releases his hold just enough to straighten, to pull me up onto my bruised and bloody knees. His hold returns in my hair, around my throat. He squeezes as he pounds his full length deeper. Harder. I want to tell him it's too much but the hand at my throat drops to finger my clit and I choke on a sob as he takes us both over.

Hot, thick ropes of cum spatter deep inside my channel and I know I should be concerned, but I'm so tired. Too tired to think as he gathers me up into his chest and carries me back to the cabin.