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“Dmitri.” That’s all she moans before her legs start to shake, fingers gripping my hair tighter as her head falls back on the tree behind her. I don’t stop, making her ride the high waves of her orgasm before slowing down, licking her clean.

Kissing up her body, I pull her pants up, my lips landing on hers. I kiss her hard, forcing my tongue in her mouth. She fights back hard, and it angers me knowing she’s been kissing another man.

Pulling away from her, I pick up my mask before clipping it back to my pants. I look at her, and she looks utterly spent.

“Every time you kiss him, he loses a body part,” I growl, and the fear returns to her eyes. “If you let him fuck you, I will behead him and mantle it above your fucking bed for you to see every night. You are mine!”

And with that, I turn around and walk away, leaving her in the dark with her thoughts.

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27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

SOS - Rihanna

Penelope

What the fuck. He came out here and followed me through the woods to get me off and then leave, again. Walking back the way I came, I try to look for the bread I left, but none of it is there. Did something eat my entire fucking trail? You have got to be fucking kidding me.

Sighing, I pull my phone out and pull up Destiny’s location, making sure my arrow faces her bubble before walking forward. I trip on a log and remind myself to turn my flashlight on to continue.

It takes me around ten minutes to find my way back, with my phone freezing sometimes because of my lack of signal here.

When I see our cabin come into view, a figure is sitting at the little circle we created at dinner. At the sight of my flashlight, the figure turned around, Destiny’s angry face coming into view.

“Where the fuck have you been?” She whisper-shouts before taking in my appearance. Swollen lips, rumpled pants, the hickeys that probably litter my neck. “Who have you been with in the middle of the fucking woods?!” She gasps. “Was it Riot? That psycho followed us all the way here.” Lots of questions.

I put my hands up in surrender, looking like a caught kid. “Yes, it was him. But it’s not like I sought him out. And aren’t you supposed to be petrified of him?” I walk closer to our camp, sitting at our little circle, and she joins me.

“Potato patato,” she grumbles. “Story, now.”

“I took a walk and was standing by a river when I heard a twig snap. I looked around and didn’t see anything until the glow of his mask filled the dark. Scared the fuck out of me, but also kind of turned me on.” Her eyes widen, a sly smirk on her face.

“You dirty dog. What did he do? How big is he? Are the rumors true about his mouth? Tell me EVERYTHING!” Her voice rose after every question. My cheeks heat at her questions. I didn’t think I’d ever be this close to someone to tell them about my-well, what is he to me? Fuck buddy? Conquest? Boyfriend? Hell no to that. Someone of sexual interest. Yeah, that works.

“He just kind of,” I stop, feeling bashful. “Ate me out against a tree.” She gasps, loud enough for someone in the tent to rustle. I slap her arm, telling her to be quieter. She snickers, covering her mouth to muffle it, poorly, I might add. “But after that, he just got up and left.” I put my head down, feeling ashamed about the whole situation.

“What a fucking asshole. Look, I know he’s my boss and can kill me with the flick of his wrist, but fuck him. Don’t let him treat you like something you’re not. You are powerful, young, and hot as fuck. Get some new, good dick and stick with it until you’re bored, then go for a new one.”

Her words make sense. I’ve been letting him treat me as if I were less of what I am. I’ve always had a strong mind. The shit I would say to my father in my head, just to do whatever he wanted, because I didn’t want to cause extra trouble. The more trouble I caused, the worse the beating and the more he stayed near me. I did everything I could to escape, welcoming the beatings when I was caught.

Pulling myself out of my thoughts, Destiny and I chatted about it for a little while. We fired up the grill and made a few s’mores. The stars and moonlight lit up the area around us, the light bouncing off the water, making it brighter, and they twinkled.

Anna’s bloodhound nose smelt the sweetness in her sleep, because the next thing we hear is the cabin’s front door shutting and Anna walking over to the fire, blanket wrapped around her, and sleep drowning her features.

“I smell chocolate.” For how much she eats, I’m surprised she still weighs an apple and is as tiny as she is. Like I fucking wish. I smell a piece of chocolate and gain 5 pounds. My weight fluctuates a lot.

I’ve been eating regularly, but my body is not used to all the new proteins and carbs, so my weight changes constantly. Luckily for me, most of the weight goes to my ass, tits, and thighs. Don’t get me wrong, I still have a small, pudgy stomach noticeable with tight clothes, but in normal t-shirts, it’s not noticeable.

“Sorry. We were just having a chat,” Destiny tells Anna before looking over at me, “And this one was caught walking back to camp disheveled.”

Anna gasps loudly before smacking her hand over her mouth, glaring at me. “What did you do!” She whispers-shouts.

“The boogeyman ate me out against a tree,” I say sheepishly, looking at my hands, twirling my fingers.

Destiny snorts, wheeze laughing. “The boogeyman?”