Chapter Five

Burke

She slams into me, shivering from both the cold and fear if I had to guess. The instant I pull away from her, a scream leaves her, and I relish the sound. That isn’t normal, right? I shouldn’t enjoy the sound of her fear being vocalized. Mere moments ago she was pliable and soft in my arms but her fight has returned with a vengeance.

“Got you.” I push her back against a tree trunk, my arms cushioning the worst of the blow.

I want to wreck her, slake my lust in her, but I don’t want to hurt her. I would never intentionally do something that could harm her. I want to keep her, not break her. My thoughts are at war inside me. The darkness wants to ravage her while the real me wants to cradle her in my arms and let her know it will be okay.

“Please,” she begs softly, and I see a shimmering tear in the little light the moon can force through the foliage overhead. “Don’t do this, Burke.” Her small hands press against my chest once more, trying to put some distance between us.

“I told you what would happen,” I reply lowly. “I caught you, now I am going to take what is mine.”

“I don’t want this!”

“I don’t care. Fight me if you want, sweetness. This is happening.”

I fight against the darkness, trying to get the upper hand. I don’t want her scared, I want her happy. Whatever has taken over is pushing her and I know once this happens she will never forgive me.

Her legs kick out, aiming for my groin, and I easily block her. One of my hands leaves her body to work on my belt. My service weapon falls to the ground, and I grab her hands, holding them high against the rough bark of the tree, forcing her to her toes.

Using my belt, I cinch it around the tree and her wrists, trapping her in that position. My eyes have adjusted in the darkness, and I can see her better than before, not that her bright white dress could ever be missed, even in the pitch-black darkness.

“No, Burke. Stop this,” she cries out.

Her begging is only making my cock harder. I know this is wrong but there is no denying the arousal thrumming through my veins. Even if I could break free of this darkness holding me in its grasp, I can’t say I would stop. Having her at my mercy is doing strange things to me.

Stepping closer, I smile even though I am not sure she can see me. I pin her legs against the tree between mine and fondle her breasts harshly through the material.

“Ow! Stop!”

I feel the small red buttons beneath my fingers and deftly undo them from her cleavage all the way to the bottom. I flip the edges open while she sobs. Removing my cell phone from my pocket, I swipe into the camera app and start recording a video. The flash switches on automatically and I almost drop to my knees at the vision in front of me.

Her perfect skin, bared to my gaze, a softly rounded stomach, large heaving tits covered in white lace, and a small white triangle covering what I really want. Holding my phone tightly, I approach again, pulling the cups of her bra down to expose perfect, fat, rosy nipples.

My mouth waters and I can’t resist drawing one between my lips. She bucks against the tree, howling like a wounded animal.

“Burke, this isn’t right!”

Her pupils are dilated, and her breathing is heavy. She squirms against the tree, glaring at me.

“She wants us,” the dark voice in my head purrs. “Her words are pretty little lies. Listen to her body.”

“You have no fucking right!”

I suppose she is right, but I am not the one in control right now.

“Give in. Let me take control.”

Taking a deep breath, I surrender to whatever is happening right now. The darkness I was doing my best to hold at bay surges forward. For tonight, I am done trying to be the respectable cop. Tonight, I want to give in to my baser instincts.

“If I run my finger between your pussy lips right now, and your cunt is dry, I’ll know the truth. I will know you don’t want me, and I will let you go.” That’s a lie, and we both know it.

“Don’t you dare, you psycho.”

“But you won’t be dry,” I continue like she never spoke. “We both know your pussy is weeping for me, isn’t it?”

She grinds her teeth, but I already know the truth. I turn and walk to a tree behind me, placing my phone against the trunk and hoping it will catch the action, though not caring either way. It would be a good memento to keep but I won’t die without it. After all, I will always have the memories of this night.

And Sage.

It may take some work but I will find a way to keep her, bind her to me forever.

Taking a deep breath I calm myself as much as possible before slowly prowling back toward her. When I reach her once more, I take her underwear in my hands before twisting, ripping the pretty lace from her body, the sound rending the air.

“No!” she yells.

“Breathe, sweetness,” I say against her ear as I force my hand between her clenched thighs.

The moment I feel her wetness her fate is sealed. She is warm and slippery, dripping with desire, and I can’t wait to feel her around me. I want to blame all of this on the darkness within me but I can’t. Yes, I would have done this differently but now that I’m here, staring at her naked form bound to the rough tree trunk, I can’t imagine doing it any other way.

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Sage

“Someone help me!” I yell but it comes out strangled as Burke thrusts two fingers into my pussy.

He was right, I am soaked. It makes no sense at all. The man is violating me, not listening when I say no, and my body is betraying me. I am actually getting wetter.

I don’t have the opportunity to yell again before Burke drops to his knees forcing my thighs apart and latching his mouth to my sex. He licks, sucks, nips, and teases at my most intimate place. My flesh pulses under his ministrations and my channel grips his fingers tightly.

I have never had someone lick me down there, and in any other situation, I would be thoroughly enjoying it. That’s a damn lie, I am enjoying this.

“No!” I howl into the air as I feel my orgasm fast approaching me.

I try my best to keep my body from giving in to him. I can’t let him draw pleasure from me. I never told him he could do this, so it isn’t right. I need to fight. But my body has other ideas and I convulse in his hold as pleasure cascades through me.

His teeth score my clit, and the pleasure soars higher. My body bows against the tree trunk, my wrists tugging against the leather of his belt, and the strain on my arms causes my shoulders to ache. All the conflicting sensations driving me crazy. I’ve heard that some people like the pain and pleasure mixture, but I never considered I could be one of them.

“Please stop,” I cry when he continues to lick me through my aftershocks. “Just let me go and I won’t tell anyone.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own, it has a husky quality I’ve never heard before.

But Burke isn’t listening to me. His eyes are crazed when he looks at me as he stands. His face is distorted, a shadow or a trick of the light making him look like someone else completely. My eyes are deceiving me, playing tricks on my mind in the darkness. One thing I do see perfectly clearly is the moment his hands move to the button on his jeans, and I watch in fascinated terror as he undoes them before fisting his monster cock in his hand.

“ No. No. No !” I scream, terro r— and desir e— clenching my gut.

There are people all around us, but no one cares. It’s Halloween and people are constantly running up and trying to scare each other. My screams are taken as part of the night. No one knows the true terror I am feeling coursing through my veins.

Burke said he was going to wreck me, but he is going to rip me apart with that cock. It’s long and thick. Closer to my arm than any appendage I have ever seen between a man’s legs. I cross my legs, trying to keep him out but he chuckles.

“I am going to fuck you,” he declares slowly and clearly as he approaches, his voice distorted by what I am assuming is lust. “But you can fight me if you want. I don’t mind.”

He palms a breast once more. I want to beg but the only sound I release is a shriek as Burke harshly slaps my tit. A burn starts at my nipple and travels through me making my traitorous clit tingle.

What the fuck was that? How can more pain and fear only be driving my arousal to soaring heights?