25. twenty-five
Startled, I spin around and stare at Rafael for a moment.
"Twenty-five seconds." He taps his watch and arches an eyebrow. "You better run, little lamb."
My heart thumps in my throat, and my brain screams, ‘run,' but my feet are rooted to the ground as though they are encased in concrete. Feeling like they are dragging behind me, I head to the closest set of trees.
I dart between the trees, using only the faint moonlight to illuminate my path. Wanting desperately to run faster, but terrified of slamming into something in the dark.
"Ten seconds," Rafael shouts from the clearing, but it sounds as though he's practically right behind me.
Leaves and sticks crunch beneath my feet as I try to count the final seconds as I run, wanting to know exactly when he'll be after me.
Ten…Nine…Eight…Seven…
My heart is pounding, and I can barely breathe as I glance over my shoulder, nearly certain I'll find Rafael standing there.
Six…Five…Four…Three…
Trees. Nothing but trees. There isn't anywhere for me to actually hide.
Two…One.
"I'm coming for you, little lamb." His shouts are muffled by the woods separating us. "When I catch you, I'm taking what's mine."
Catch me.
I want the cold-hearted killer, with a darkness filling him that I may never truly know the depths of, to hunt me down and take what I willingly give only to him.
Leaves rustle not far from me, and I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle my gasp.
It's dark and twisted, but somehow, this cruel man knows exactly how to fix the broken pieces of me and make me feel whole. All while he savagely washes away the brutality of everyone who came before him.
A stick snaps under my feet, and my heart stops when I hear his voice not more than a few yards away from me, "Am I going to catch you so soon?"
Quietly drawing in a deep breath, I take off running in the opposite direction of his voice. I don't worry about the trees or the debris on the ground. I just sprint as fast as I can through the woods.
"Am I going to need to slow you down?" he yells, and I hear his feet stomping through the foliage scattered on the ground. "Because that can be arranged."
I continue to run as fast as me feet will carry me, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of winning easily.
"I'm not afraid to shoot you, little lamb." A gunshot echoes through the woods as tree bark splinters a few feet to my left causing a startled scream to rise from my lungs. "That's just another hole for me to fuck."
Oh fuck!
With every step I take, it sounds as though his heavy footsteps are drawing closer and closer. I want to look over my shoulder, but I know he's close. Close enough that I can smell the faint aroma of tobacco and vanilla of his cologne.
"You can't hide from me. The sweet scent of your needy cunt keeps leading me straight to you," he taunts. His voice sounds so close that he can't be more than a few feet behind me. "How fucking wet for me are you?"
Very.
My leggings are damp between my thighs. I haven't felt them, but I'm quite certain that my arousal has soaked through the thin fabric.
"You're mine now, little lamb." His voice deep and dark when he whispers immediately behind me. I squeal in both excitement and startle when his arms wrap around me aggressively from behind and lift my feet off the ground. He slides one of his hands down my body and between my thighs, roughly massaging over the damp fabric as he growls, "You and this soaking wet cunt of mine."
Holding me tightly to him with one arm, he takes us both to the ground as his teeth graze over the skin of my neck and shoulder. The cold ground at my back and leaves crinkling beneath us, Rafael sits on his knees between my thighs with my legs wrapped around his waist.
He hastily tears at the crotch of my leggings to grant him the access we both urgently need him to have as I fumble with the zipper of his pants. Hooking a finger under my panties and yanking them to the side, he aligns his tip with my entrance.
"The first one will be hard and fast." My back arches from the ground as he speaks, the single stroke filling me with an animalistic need for him.
Squeezing my upper thighs brutally hard, his fingers dimpling my skin, he repeatedly drives himself into me. His hips slam against me, and he grunts through each demanding thrust. Every stroke rapidly hurtling me toward the release that has been building since I stepped from the clearing.
"Fu…Raf…Fuck!" I scream his name as my legs clench around his waist and my thighs tremble, when the adrenaline-fueled release completely shatters me.