Epilogue

A Few Days Later

Sneaking out of the house for the third morning in a row, I drive to the park a few miles away. It's a popular spot in town for early-morning runners. Most days it's crowded, and the nearby lot is packed full of cars. But not this morning. There are only a handful of cars in the lot.

The temperature dropped unseasonably cold overnight. The cool air and the light drizzle falling from the sky were apparently enough to keep most of the regulars at home.

But not her.

The petite blonde runs along the edge of the park. It's too cold for the tiny spandex running shorts and sports bra she is wearing, yet perfect for causing her hardened nipples to jut against the pink fabric. Her tits bounce in rhythm with the sway of her ponytail with every stride she takes.

The reason I'm here.

Stepping from the warmth of the car into the cool morning air, the light rain dampens my hair as I walk toward the running trail. I follow it between the trees, continuing a little deeper into the woods before leaving the trail and waiting out of sight.

For her.

It isn't long before I can hear the pad of her shoes on the wet path. My heart pounds, and my cock throbs in anticipation. She jogs toward me, unaware I'm hiding in the brush. Oblivious that I'm coming for her.

Barreling at her as she jogs past, I scoop her into my arms and carry her off the trail with ease. Arms and legs flailing, she screams as I force her to the ground. She sinks into the sodden grass as I smother her with my body.

I fucking need her.

Tearing at my belt, I can't get it off fast enough. I wrap it around her neck and pull it tight before ripping her tight little shorts over her perfectly round ass. Shoving her thighs apart with my knee, she twists and thrashes beneath me as I press inside of her.

"That's it. Fucking fight me," I groan, "It makes your screams that much fucking sweeter when you come for me."

Fuck, I've missed this.

With my hand between her shoulders, I press her into the ground as I tug at the leather around her throat. It muffles her screams, keeping them just for me as I drive my hips against her ass.

It's too fucking good.

"You will fucking come for me," I growl. Sucking my thumb into my mouth, I cover it in saliva and press it to her ass. I rub around the hole, "One way or another. You will fucking come for me."

Plunging my thumb into her, I work it into her tight hole with the same rapid, deep thrusts of my cock. She can fight me, but she can't fight her body. Her perfect cunt clenches around my cock as her ass squeezes around my thumb, and her body quivers beneath me as she comes undone for me.

"Fuck!" I drive into her with a roar as I fill her cunt with my cum. Slipping my thumb out of her, I can't help but slap her round ass as I slide my cock from her hole.

"And good morning to you too," Cora pants as she breathlessly rolls onto her back and shimmies her wet shorts back over her hips.

Helping her to her feet, she stretches onto her toes and presses her lips to mine. Pulling back, she mutters with a chuckle, "You're a sick fuck."

Wrapping my arm over her shoulder and pulling her into my body as I walk back toward the cars, I kiss the top of her head. "And you're equally as depraved, love. It's why you're so fucking perfect for me."

"Forever," she replies as we reach her car. "See you at home?"

"I'll be right behind you." I shut her door and head across the lot to mine. Settling into the driver's seat, I lift my cell phone from the cup holder to find seven missed calls from all of the devils and a voicemail from Edmund.

I press play. His voice, from what I can understand between the muffled static of the signal cutting in and out, sounds frantic. "Harper…too far…fucking dead."