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Before I can process what it means, she darts across the road, the long lacy white train of her costume flying out behind her. The dark forest on the other side seems to swallow her whole.
What the fuck?
I don’t know why I chase her.
It’s instinct.
One second, I’m standing here gaping as this girl runs from me; the next, a surge of adrenaline is roaring through my veins and I’m taking off after her into the woods.
Even though it’s dark, she’s easier to spot since she’s dressed in white. That’s why I told her to get in front of me when Kyle started shooting at us. I’m wearing all black. Harder to spot.
She’s also more afraid, and like a wild fucking animal, I can smell it on her as I follow the path she took through the woods. I don’t know why she’s afraid of me all of a sudden, but that fear escalates when she looks back over her shoulder and realizes I’m already halfway to catching up to her.
A cry escapes her, and she runs faster.
Her long lacy robe catches on a branch that rips right through it. For some inexplicable reason, I grab the scrap of lace on my way past and shove it in my pocket.
Belatedly, I rationalize that I grabbed it so if Kyle and his guys come this way, they won’t see it and know they’re on the right track, but I know it’s a lie. I don’t know why I needed to claim that little artifact of hers.
I don’t know why I need to grab her anymore, either. I start to lose sight of the why. Chasing her doesn’t make sense. I got her foolish little ass out of danger. If she wanted to run off without so much as a thank you, that’s her business.
Realizing that doesn’t halt my pursuit.
She’s not far ahead of me now. She’s out of breath as she runs like hell in her pretty costume, fleeing like a princess on the run from a vicious beast. The lace catches on another twig and she rips it free, bunching the material up around her thighs so it doesn’t slow her down again.
That just bares more of her body to my greedy gaze.
The lacy material has fallen down to bare her shoulders, and now, with her robe clutched around her hips as she runs and her virginal white stockings falling, it’s easy to imagine her in even less.
The sight of her bare skin injects a rush of excitement into the blood thundering through my veins.
My desire to catch her ramps up. The distance between us closes. She looks back, sees how close I am. The fear in her eyes should snap me out of it, but it doesn’t.
I tackle her. She cries out in my arms as I take her down. She gasps at the impact but recovers enough to turn and fight me as soon as we crash to the ground.
“Get off me!”
Her cries fall on deaf ears. My hands are all over her, trying to restrain her as she fights me off, and that flimsy robe has practically fallen off. One good tear and it would just be a blanket beneath us on the forest floor.
My hands squeeze her hips, and my cock is like steel in my pants as she fights and claws at me.
Christ.
It’s a cold fucking night, but my blood is on fire. The harder she fights, the more I want to conquer her.
I want to turn her over and rip off this bodice. I want to pin her to the ground and drive my cock into her. I want to hear her cries and pants as her nails dig into the forest floor, as she tries to crawl away, but she’s forced to take my cock. I want to squeeze her tits and pump into her body. I want to feel her pussy squeezing me, fighting to keep me out as I force my way in. I want her to submit to me.
“Please.”
Her fearful cry breaks through the fog of lust clouding my senses. She’s on her back looking up at me now. Her brown eyes glisten with tears, and she looks so afraid.
I realize I’m pinning her down, planted between her legs with my cock flush against her pussy.
She can feel how hard I am.
Fuck.
I snap out of it and release her wrists. I push off her and get to my feet first, then I offer my hand for some fucking reason.
