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“Oh, God!” she cries out, her voice echoing through the trees. Her fingers claw at the ground, desperately seeking purchase as I pound into her.
I lean over her, my hands finding her breasts, kneading them roughly as I continue my relentless assault on her body. “Come for me,” I growl in her ear.
The words are a clear order, one she’s powerless to resist. I feel her body tensing, her climax building. I match her, and the powerful waves of pleasure start to ripple through me. Her orgasm triggers mine, and with a final, desperate thrust, I empty myself into her, our cries of pleasure blending into one primal sound. The forest bears silent witness to our raw, unadulterated lust.
I flip her back over and kiss her lips, my cock throbbing against her clit. Our bodies are still trembling from the aftershocks when we hear it. A distant call slices through the air. Her name, shouted in worried tones, echoed by several voices. Her friends. Fear spikes in her eyes, and I shush her gently, pressing a finger to her lips.
“I better go, little doe,” I whisper. “But I’m coming over tonight. I’m done staying away. I’ll be at your house every night from now on.”
She shudders, eyes dilating. I expect some resistance, but she merely nods.
I stand and help her to her feet, tucking my dick back in my pants. Before she can say another word, I disappear into the trees. I hear the distant chatter as Eva calls that she found her.
That was too fucking close. And yet, it only makes my cock hard again. The thrill of being caught adds to the primal need to have Madison. I can’t wait until tonight.
17
MADISON
The night wraps itself around me, darkness seeping into every corner of the room. I hate being alone here without Dante now, which is crazy. He’s unhinged. There’s darkness that runs deep through his veins. And yet, he’s not like Eric. He’d never hurt me the way Eric did. The more time that passes without Eric and my past catching up to me, the more uneasy I feel.
It’s been just over a week since our crazy fucking in the woods with my newfound friends not far away. And as promised, he’s been here every night, but tonight he’s late. It feels eerie and cold in the cottage, possibly because I haven’t lit a fire yet, but that’s because Dante has been doing it. I glance at the clock on the wall, wondering where he is.
Glancing at the window, I get this unsettling sense that someone’s watching, making the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. And I’m sure Dante wouldn’t be up to that again. Unless he plans to have fun, he would have texted me. He did the last time we tried that, role-playing him as an invader.
Approaching the window, I drag the heavy curtains together, obscuring the moon’s faint glow. With a sigh, I try to dismiss my fears. I know I’m probably paranoid, expecting Eric to find me. Slumping down on the worn-out couch, I grab the TV remote as the silence makes me crazy.
Suddenly, a harsh knock on the door shatters the quiet. I freeze, the sound reverberating through me. The knock comes again, louder this time, more urgent. Fear coils around my heart, constricting my breath.
Dante has a key, so he wouldn’t knock.
I clench my fists and walk toward the door. My heart is thumping in my chest. Taking a deep breath, I open the door and find Eric standing on the other side.
“Fuck!” I try to shut the door on him, but he jams his foot in between.
Scurrying away, I head for the kitchen and grab a knife.
“Stay the fuck away from me!”
Eric simply steps inside and shuts the door, smirking at me. “Hello, Madison.”
I swallow hard at the tone of his voice. “Seriously. I won’t hesitate to stab you!”
Eric’s laughter echoes throughout the room, a chilling, hollow sound. “Oh, Madison,” he drawls, tossing his coat onto the back of the chair nonchalantly. “Do you think a knife scares me?” His gaze lands on the knife in my hand, and his eyes gleam with dark amusement. “You always were a fighter, weren’t you?” He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight.
I grip the knife tighter, my knuckles white with the effort. “Stay back, Eric.” My voice is shaky.
But he doesn’t heed my warning. Instead, he continues to advance, his boots thudding heavily against the wooden floor, a relentless, terrifying rhythm matching the pounding of my heart. “Or what?” he challenges, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. “You’ll stab me?” He doesn’t wait for my answer as he glances around the room, his eyes snagging on Dante’s leather jacket on the coat stand.
“You dirty little whore,” he growls, eyes moving back to me. “Who are you shacked up with here?” He advances the last few steps and then slams the back of his hand across my face.
“You slut. You wouldn’t take my cock, and yet here you are, shacked up with some hillbilly, riding his dick.” He yanks me toward him. “I think I’ll take what I’m owed right now.”
I try to fight away from him, but he’s too strong. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I realize this is it; he’s finally going to take what he wants from me, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
“Eric, please don’t,” I plead, trying to push him off me.
“Fuck you, Madison,” he growls, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ve been searching for you for nine long months. It’s time I consummate our marriage.”
