AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’re mine, Sienna,” he said in a ragged whisper.
His voice still sounded wholly unfamiliar because of the mask, but somehow I was certain that I knew his identity anyway. It was Paxton. It had to be. Who else would hunt me down and torment me like this? Who else had ever said those words to me?
I sucked in the deepest breath I could manage with his hand partially cutting off my airway. “Please,” I gritted out. “Let me go.”
He released my throat and leaned his head closer. “Fight for it. I like it that way.”
“I don’t…” My words dried up on my lips. I couldn’t understand what was happening. What he wanted from me. I could only assume he wanted me dead, but surely he wouldn’t be stupid enough to murder me in a tunnel with open access on either end.
His free hand went to my face, one finger following a wet trail left by my tears. I shuddered and closed my eyes, sucking in another heavy, petrified breath. Paxton—or whoever this man was—was breathing heavily too, but it was clear that it didn’t stem from fear. It was unmistakable excitement.
When his hand dropped lower and slid into my jeans, my eyes flew open. A new resolve to fight emerged in me, and I scratched his arm and kicked my feet out, chest heaving as I attempted to dislodge myself from his grasp.
Paxton let out a low chuckle, unaffected by my struggles. His hand dipped below the waistband of my jeans, sliding past the hem of my underwear. I closed my eyes again and let out another whimper. He exhaled harshly and used his knee to force my legs wider for easier access. Then his hand delved all the way into my underwear, fingers gently stroking my clit before moving even lower. One finger dipped inside me, and I let out a muffled moan, feeling something swoop low in my belly.
“Interesting,” Paxton muttered against my left ear, husky voice sending shivers down my spine.
That singular word sent me spiraling. He obviously thought I wanted this, and I honestly couldn’t blame him for that, given my body’s response to his touch. I was soaking wet and hot. Like I was raring to go. But I didn’t want any of this at all. It was just the adrenaline rush affecting me, coupled with the fact that I hadn’t been touched by a man in over a year.
In fact, when I considered that my only real sexual experience was a fumbled two-minute exploit with a guy from my English class in my senior year of high school, I could honestly say that I’d never been properly touched by a man at all.
Paxton’s finger slid deeper, curling slightly. At the same time, his thumb slowly rubbed my clit, eliciting another obscene moan from deep in my chest. For a second—a strange, muddled, longing-filled second—I stopped struggling and let him touch me.
No. If I was being perfectly honest, I did more than let him. I spread my legs just a little wider and tilted my hips, making it even easier for him to stroke my clit and slide his finger in and out of me. But then reality crashed down on me and my stomach lurched from the sheer wrongness of it all. Just because I was lonely and touch-starved didn’t make this okay. It was an assault; nothing more and nothing less.
“Stop.” I panted out the word. “Don’t. Please.”
I couldn’t come for him. I wouldn’t.
Paxton slowly withdrew his hand from my jeans, leaving me dripping and clenching around nothing as my muscles pulsed with desperation. At the same time, he pulled his other arm off me, releasing me from his grasp. I remained backed up against the wall, chest heaving. Too scared to run. Too scared to move.
The deep voice rumbled out from under the mask again. “If I wanted more from you right now, I’d take it,” he said. “One day I will.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, voice coming out in a half-choked whisper. “When? And… why?”
“I already told you, Sienna.” He paused to slide his hand beneath his mask. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but somehow I knew he was licking his finger clean, savoring my taste on his lips. “You’re all mine.”
“No.” I sucked in a deep breath and vehemently shook my head. “You don’t own me.”
“I do. And I’ll be coming back to get you one day.” He leaned down and chuckled against my ear; a cold, mirthless laugh that made my insides shrivel with terror. “You should run before I change my mind and do it today.”
He took a step back, watching me as I stood there, hands trembling. I finally gathered up the courage to sink to the ground and pick up my phone, which was still shining its light all over the area. Paxton didn’t make a move to stop me. Just kept watching, hands shoved in his pockets.
I looked at him for one more second. Then I turned and ran away, legs carrying me down the tunnel as fast as they could. I didn’t look back to see if he was following me again. I already made that mistake last time.
Hot tears of shame flooded my eyes, making them itch and sting as I tried to blink them away. My hands curled into fists by my side, nails digging into my palms until the pain was too much to bear. Why did I let that happen? How could I be so stupid?
The T-junction Justin mentioned earlier appeared in front of me. I skidded to a stop and turned left. After three more minutes of running, something finally appeared ahead of me. Daylight. I groaned with relief and picked up my pace, sprinting up the stone steps and out of the tunnel.
It was still pouring with rain outside, but I didn’t care. I dashed out into the small university park, heading for the nearest path. As I ran, I gasped for breath and tilted my head to the sky, so grateful to see it that I didn’t mind the raindrops crashing on my face to mix with my tears.
“Sienna?”
A sharp masculine voice broke my reverie. I dropped my gaze to see Tate hurrying toward me. He had a bookbag in one hand and an umbrella in the other.
“Holy shit.” He dropped his bag and held the umbrella over my head to block the bucketing rain. “What happened to you?”
I choked out my answer. “Campus… police.”
