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The pleasure was growing, ascending toward a fiery climax. Every inch of me felt as if it were on fire. I squeezed my eyes shut and let the pressure build and build until it finally released in an explosion powerful enough to send white-hot stars flashing across my vision.
Paxton didn’t stop. He thrust harder and faster, lifting my ass so that I was forced to meet every piston of his hips even though I was still falling apart beneath him.
“Oh, fuck… oh, fuck…” I moaned as his cock stroked something inside me, drawing out the mind-blowing pleasure of my orgasm.
He finished with a groan a moment later, stilling inside me. I looked down, watching as he slowly pulled out of me and tucked himself back into his pants. When I lifted my gaze again, he was staring at me, eyes flashing with unfamiliar emotion.
He extended a hand, and I flinched, part of me still expecting him to hurt me. Instead, he gently touched his fingertips to my left wrist. “Come on,” he muttered. “Let’s go home.”
Sienna
It turned out that when Paxton said ‘home’, he meant the hunting cabin. Really, I should’ve known he wasn’t actually going to take me home to DC. I’d just been deluding myself in the haze of pleasure I felt when he touched me last night.
At this point, I’d lost count of how many times I’d fallen for this bullshit. My mind and body constantly oscillated between terror and lust for him, and there didn’t seem to be anything I could do about it. It didn’t matter how hard I tried to be logical and sensible. The heady mist of desire would descend on me every time and wipe all rational thought away, leaving me wet and begging for Paxton’s cock.
I jerked on the cuff he’d affixed to me upon our return to the cabin, genuinely considering the option of breaking my own ankle just so I could slide my foot through the cuff and limp away. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all, and right now, I was beyond desperate.
I’d stayed up all night tossing and turning in the uncomfortable bed as my mind went over every little detail of my previous conversations and interactions with Paxton, and now I was certain that the hunting game in the forest was a one-off thing. Surely, now that he’d gotten exactly what he wanted—me finally admitting I wanted him and fantasized about him—he was going to be done with me. I was just a game to him, and most people didn’t like to play the same game over and over after they’d already won. Especially when it was such an easy win.
That meant he was probably going to kill me sooner rather than later.
I roughly jerked on the chain again, but it didn’t budge. The cuff around my ankle didn’t move, either, even when I smashed my foot on the hard edge of the bed in an attempt to dislocate something.
I was never getting out of here.
An icy chill shot up my spine when I heard the familiar sound of tires crunching on gravel. Paxton was back. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My heart was in my mouth when he stepped into the bedroom with a fast food bag. “Here,” he said, handing it to me. “I brought some firewood too.”
I stared at him with wide eyes. “Why?”
“There’s a showerhead attachment on the side of the bathroom wall. But it only gets hot water if the boiler is working, and that needs a fire to be lit in it,” he explained. “I figured you’d want a proper shower. Especially after last night.”
I blinked, certain I’d misheard him. When he mentioned firewood, I thought he might be planning to burn the cabin down with me trapped inside it. Instead, he was offering me a hot shower.
Don’t fall for it again, a little voice in my head whispered to me. He’s trying to lure you into a false sense of security. Then he’ll strike when you’re least expecting it.
Oh, god… I just couldn’t take this anymore. Couldn’t take the constant fear or the constant guessing game about when the hammer was finally going to drop on my head.
“Please, Paxton,” I said in a hollow voice. “If you let me go, I promise, I’ll go to the media. I’ll fully clear your name. I… I’ll say I lied that night. Made the whole thing up. I’ll say I never even saw you and that I lied and blamed you for the murders because I was angry at you.”
He stared down at me, brows furrowing. He didn’t respond, though.
“I’ll make up anything you want,” I went on, tears springing to my eyes. “Just… please don’t kill me! Don’t hurt me. Please.”
He reached for me, and I cowered.
“Jesus,” he muttered, deftly wiping a falling tear from my cheek. “You weren’t lying, were you?”
I sharply inhaled. “What?”
“I always thought you lied, but you didn’t. You actually believe it all, don’t you?”
“Believe what?”
“That I’m a murderer.”
I limply gestured around the cabin. “You think this setup makes it seem like you’re not a psycho killer?”
