I don’t doubt him for a second. He’s unhinged.
I spin around, leaves slapping me in the face as I dart for the cornstalks, but the sting barely registers. I sprint blindly with no clue where I’m going. Everywhere looks the same. More and more cornstalks everywhere I turn.
Coming to a halt, I spin around, my heart thudding in my ears as the sun beats down on me from overhead. I step back, painfully aware of my sticky thighs and the throbbing between my legs. Somewhere to my left, the stalks rustle, and my heart jumps to my throat.
I turn and run, tugging desperately on the rope securing my wrists. My sole mission is to escape the clutches of the man who’s hunting me, even as I want him to pin me down in the dirt and unleash his evil.
I trip and fall hard on my side, coughing violently. I can feel dry dirt stick to my damp lips and tear-streaked cheeks as I tryto climb to my feet. Losing balance, I collapse back down, crying from sheer torment.
Behind me, the cornstalks rustle ominously, and I hold my breath, convinced that he’s seconds away from pouncing on me. The wind sweeps through the cornfield, swaying the stalks. I push up on my knees, suppressing a shiver. Silence has settled over the cornfield. Not a rustle of leaves can be heard. Nothing. Just me and my shaky breaths.
I peer around, my lips stretched around the ball gag, while my wrists throb from rubbing against the rope.
“Camryn…”
My heart rate spikes at the whisper. I scan the immediate area, watching the tall stalks sway like graceful dancers.
I stiffen when a large presence crouches down behind me and trails their cold fingers over my shoulder, causing a chill to raise the hairs on my bare arms.
Benny’s voice whispers near my ear, “Such a delicate little thing.”
I whimper, fear pulsing through me as he shushes me, guiding my eyes to his with his fingers below my chin, blood trickling from the gun wound in his temple. His skin has taken on an ashy gray tone.
A silent scream lodges itself in my throat, and I remain frozen as he feasts on my face with those dark eyes. “Look how needy you are.” His breath whispers across my lips. “Wet and ready for your stepbrother. Your head must be an interesting place. So much guilt… So much…desire.” He breathes me in as I tremble with fear, shaking like a leaf. His lips brush my cheek, exhaling a soft breath. “Let me in?—”
“There you are.”
Dominic’s harsh voice snaps me back into reality, and I whip my head around. His powerful legs eat up the small distancebetween us and he stares down at me on my knees. “What did I tell you would happen if I found you?”
You would hurt me.
As if he can see the answer in my eyes, he claps my cheek tauntingly before circling me. “You’re covered in filth,” he points out, and I crane my neck as he steps around me. “Filthy, yet so breakable.”
Heat rushes to my core at the threat in his voice. I swallow the saliva in my mouth.
“Get up,” he orders.
I climb to my feet, watching him warily, expecting him to offer me a glimpse of his monster.
“Run! I didn’t ask for an easy catch. Fucking run.”
My pulse pounds in my ears as I whirl around, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my veins. Without hesitation, I bolt through the towering cornstalks, my shoes digging up the soil, trampling dried stalks as I glance behind me.
He’s nowhere to be seen, or so I think, until I turn back around and slam into a hard wall. I stumble back with a yelp, and he shoves me to the ground then puts his shoe on my back to keep me down as he unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the loops with a slanted smile. “I told you I would hurt you,” he says, slowly winding the leather around his veiny hand. “Is that what you want?”
I nod, my voice muffled behind the gag.
The belt sails through the air and smacks me hard on the ass, pain rippling across my flesh. Dominic whips me again, striking me so hard that I writhe beneath his boot.
“Don’t try to get away now, little whore. This is what you want, remember. Pain and more fucking pain.” The belt connects with the backs of my thighs, and liquid fire burns a path over my skin, welts throbbing.
Dominic drops to his knees behind me, looping the belt around my neck, tightening it with a sharp pull so that I can only manage small sips of air, hardly enough to keep me from growing light-headed.
I’m vaguely aware of him shoving down his jeans behind me, his hard dick sliding through my slit as he bites the shell of my ear. “Which hole should I fuck first?”
He feeds me the tip, inching inside so slowly that I struggle not to cry out for completely different reasons than the burning pain on my ass cheeks.
“This little cunt that’s begging for cock”—he shifts and presses the crown of his cock against my back hole—“or your tight ass?”
