Chapter Seven

Burke

“Get the fuck off me,” Sage seethes beneath my spent form.

She brings her elbow back as she starts fighting once more, her orgasm clearly not enough to sate her. She crawls forward and I slip from her heat, instantly missing the contact.

“Sage.”

“Fuck you, Burke.” She stumbles to her feet with a glare, her breasts swaying freely. “You’re a prick and I don’t know how but I am going to press charges for assault.”

I laugh. “Sweetness, no one is ever going to believe you, in the first place. In the second place, you just came so hard your cunt almost ripped my dick clean off. You fucking loved it. You can deny it as much as you want but we both know the truth.”

Standing, I pull my jeans back up to my hips, stepping closer to her. Her pretty white dress is dirty now, hanging off her shoulders, exposing her skin to my gaze and my cock springs to life once more.

“Don’t you dare come near me.”

“Fuck her. Breed her. Keep her.”

The whispers from the darkness play on a constant loop in the back of my mind. She holds up her trembling hands. Like that would stop me. Her eyes dart to the side and I smirk.

“Are you really going to run again?” I chuckle.

My words have barely left my lips before she bolts. I watch her as she tries to decide which direction to go before disappearing through the trees. I can’t believe she ran again, but I don’t mind. I’ll catch her. Same as before.

She breathes hard as I follow her, my cell phone left behind and the darkness enveloping us once more. She slips between some trees and presses her back against the hard bark.

“I see you, sweetness,” I call into the night. “It doesn’t matter where you run, I will find you, Sage. You’re mine now.”

A sob leaves her, and I almost take pity on her but before we leave this forest, she will know who she belongs to. I will imprint myself on every inch of her delectable body.

“If you come out now, I will take it easy on you,” I say loudly, giving her a choice. “But if I catch you, I promise you won’t be happy. I won’t go easy on you this time.”

“Fuck you, Burke!”

“I intend to fuck you,” I say lowly, circling the tree she thinks is hiding her.

I grab her arm and she shrieks. She hits and kicks out, trying once more to fight me off. Throwing her over my shoulder I carry her back in the direction we came from. She pounds on my back with her little hands, wiggling in my grasp and trying to kick. I feel her nails scratch at my back and even though I know she is trying to cause me serious harm, all she is doing is ramping my arousal back up.

Every movement, all the fight she is putting up, is only making me harder. I am rougher with her this time as I drop her to the ground with a thud before falling on top of her. I watch her breathe through the pain, baring my teeth at her.

I wonder if I look as unhinged as I feel. Can she see the darkness that has crept over me and stolen all semblance of decency and morality?

Somewhere along the way, she rebuttoned her dress and I don’t have the patience to undo all the tiny buttons again. Grabbing both sides of her dress, I pull harshly, sending buttons flying. Her bra is also in my way, and I go to rip that off her as well. I watch the straps dig into her skin before the material gives way and I love the red marks it leaves against her skin.

“Fuck no!” she yells, slapping at my face.

It only takes me a second to get my cock out of the confines of my jeans and her thighs pushed apart. My breathing falters when I push into her, and her scream pierces the night.

“How is it possible that you are tighter than before?” I ask, harshly fucking her into the dirt.

“Stop, please,” she cries, but her actions are a direct contradiction to her words.

I don’t even think she realizes it, but her thighs are wrapped around my waist, her feet against my ass, urging me to move harder, deeper, into her sex.

****

Sage

“You’re going to take every inch of this fat cock,” Burke says as he enters me once more. “This cunt was made to be fucked by me.”

His thrusts are harsher than before, moving my entire body across the forest floor. I feel sticks and stones dig into my skin and tears gather in my eyes once more. I can’t believe this is happening, that the man I have had a crush on is fucking me on the forest floor.

The thing that really blows my mind is that I’m loving it. If I have to be honest, I wanted him to catch me. My mind reels as I admit that little tidbit of truth to myself. Something must be wrong with me. Enjoying the brutality with which he fucks me can’t be normal. Perhaps I need to see a professional to discuss what is clearly a deep-seated mental problem.

I’ve wanted Burke for months, but I never thought it would come to this. If I knew this was how my night was going to go, I would have stayed home, eating Halloween candy, and watching old horror movies. I sure as shit never would have asked him out.

Burke rears up on his knees, keeping my thighs split with his big hands, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh. I’m sure I will wear the marks of this experience on various parts of my body for weeks to come.

His gaze is glued to my pussy, watching where his cock continues to enter me with each thrust. With the light of his cell phone shining into his face, I clearly see the shadow dancing across his features. I swear to God it looks like there is someone else trapped beneath his skin.

Confusion grips me. What is happening right now? I try to focus on what I am seeing but it’s hard to keep my eyes open as pleasure rocks me to my core.

His thumb finds my clit and flicks it harshly. Embarrassment swamps me as a low moan escapes from deep within my chest. My mind says I hate what he is doing to me, but my body responds to him like he has been touching me every day for years. He plays me like a musical instrument, ripping sounds from me that I have never heard before.

“Yes, moan for me, sweetness. You love me ripping into this juicy cunt.”

His words are filthy and disturbing but for some reason, they resonate with me. How can something so very wrong feel so fucking good? His teeth sink into my left breast, clamping down, and I do exactly as he asks, moaning like the whore I clearly am.

“This pussy just got wetter. Do you like me saying dirty things to you? Biting you? Because I have a lot more where that came from.”

His hands find my hips, but his grip isn’t as harsh as before, he is only guiding my movements. Dear God, I’m moving against him, fucking him back. He flips us over and I find myself on top of him, with my thighs on either side of his hips.

“Let go, Sage,” he murmurs. “Take what you want. Make those juicy tits bounce in my face.”

I haven’t moved an inch, my mind warring against my body as Burke watches me, lying perfectly still.

Slowly, I tilt my hips, never making the conscious decision but letting my body take the lead. Burke smile s— a dual smile with whatever shadow is contorting his feature s— and I forget about everything that has happened in the past hour. It doesn’t matter that I never wanted this or that he forced me into this situation. All that matters is how I feel right now.

“Fuck, sweetness,” he groans, head thrown back, all the muscles in his neck straining. I watch in fascination as the shadow takes dominance of his features for a moment before fading once more. “You ride my cock like you have been made to do it.”

Isn’t that what whores do? They ride cock and enjoy it, no matter what. If that is what I am at this moment, then so be it.

I take what I want. I rock harder against him, feeling the first stirring of my orgasm. I grab his shirt the same way he did my dress and pull, sending his buttons flying as well. My nails dig into his chest, leaving red welts.

“Yes!” he shouts, tightening his grip on my hips and fucking into me from below.

My head falls back, and another low moan leaves my lips. My orgasm sweeps over me, my motions becoming uneven. Burke spears harder into me, thrusting harshly until he joins me in pleasure.