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My body might betray me, but he has never once told me what he meant by ruining me. In my mind, right now, he wants to kill me. Well, rape me, and then kill me. In no particular order.

“Why are you doing this?”

He chuckles beneath the mask, alerting the hairs on my body to stand on end.

“Remember when you let that piece of shit grab you?”

I nod my head.

“I told you— I get to decide what you learn from that.”

I take another step back, slipping on the pile of leaves beneath my foot. I fall back, landing on my hands, trying to back away, without turning my back to the Devil in front of me.

“I decided that I am going to show you just how much you crave me, and how impatient I am becoming.”

Iquickly rise to my feet and take off into the woods. I am off trail, but anywhere is better than being with him. I keep running, hearing the danger gaining on me. Suddenly, my ponytail is grabbed. Pain blossomed on my scalp. The sting is sharp, and fresh tears meet my eyes. He caught me.

He pulls me back to him by my hair, my back pressing into his front. He pins one hand around my waist and the other one grips my throat as he tilts my head to the side. I feel his warm breath seeping from beneath his mask down onto my neck. I am breathing hard, my body stiff. The adrenaline coursing through my veins.You like it.I squeeze my eyes shut to ignore the way my body wants to react.

“You can’t escape me, princess. I have to admit. I liked the chase.”

He grinds his erection into my back, tightening his grip around my waist. I clench my legs together, trying to ignore the ache between my legs.

“I know you like it too,” his words linger in my mind, as I try to calm down. What the fuck is happening.

His hand tightens on my throat. His hand around my waist lifts to the band of my leggings.

“No.. please.. don’t…” My words flow from my mouth in a shaky, quiet tone.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

A flush creeps onto my skin at his words. His tone is low and daring.

“Please,” my voice sounding breathy, and I almost don’t recognize myself.

He slips his hand into the front of my leggings. His touch is warm, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I squirm beneath his touch, trying to stop him, but his grip on my throat remains a threat. I can barely breathe.

He slides his hand down onto my most sensitive area, coating his fingers in my arousal, spreading it up and down my folds gently. His touchis the opposite of what I imagined. I thought he would be ruthless. Instead, he touches me like I am made of glass.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He breathes against my skin.

My body reacts on its own, softening into his back. He continues to tease me, never slipping his fingers inside, and my arousal only grows. I don’t understand why, but in this moment, I don’t want him to stop. His touch feels forbidden, yet I want it.

A soft moan escapes me as I am lost in feelings of pleasure and not thoughts. He lets out a low chuckle. He slowly withdraws his fingers, bringing them out in front of us, letting them glisten in the light that breaks through the trees.

He brings his fingers to his mouth beneath the mask and I hear him sucking them. He pops his fingers free and loosens his grip on my throat.

“So fucking sweet.”

My body shudders at his words. How can a man be so hot and so cold? I feel like my brain is a tangled mess. I hate what he says to me, but I love how he touches me. I actually feel slightly pissed off that he chased me down to fucking tease me. Asshole.

He lets go of my neck, my body feeling a sudden chill from the absence of his presence. I turn to face him, and he stands confidently, looking down at me through the mask. His eyes are cold and dark.

He steps into me and I don’t back down.

“Don’t run from me again, princess. I will hunt you down, and I will be the only one to ever touch you. Do you understand?”

I stare at him, unable to give him an answer. He doesn’t get to decide that, I do. Even though my body wants it to be him, my mind still knows it’s wrong. This is a game, and I will get my heart broken.