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I can hear her breathing heavily on the other end of the phone.

“Y-yes.”

“I held myself back that day, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” her voice is barely audible.

“This time I won’t.”

Her breathing quickens.

“Run.” The words flow out of my mouth cold and dark.

The line goes silent as I know she took off in a sprint. I check her location to see that she brought her phone with her. That would be smart if she were worried about getting lost, but stupid if she didn’t want me to find her. She starts heading toward the dense thicket, not slowing her pace. It’s showtime.

I step out of my car and grab my tape, stuffing the small bottle of lube in my back pocket. I slowly make my way through the trees and lean against a larger tree that surrounds a small clearing in the middle of the forest. I listen as I hear the sound of crunching leaves and snapping twigs in the distance.

The sounds get closer, but then they stop. I peer out from behind the tree, seeing her standing there in her gorgeous outfit. She must have ditched her heels. Smart girl. She scans the woods looking for movement.

Her hair curled in soft Hollywood style curls, and stops just below her perfect tits. Her dress is an ivory silk spaghetti strap slip dress. One of my fucking favorites. Her nipples peaking through the thin material sends a surge of blood rushing to the head of my cock. I adjust myself, and I hear a crunching under my combat boots. Fuck.

She snaps her head in my direction and spots me lurking in the shadows. She bolts to her left, and I follow, taking long, powerful strides. She can’t escape me.

I close the distance between us quickly and I tackle her to the ground. She lets out a wail as her body hits the forest floor, and she starts kicking and screaming. I put my knee on her back and push her dress up, revealing her perfect ass. I slap it, and she cries out. I tear her underwear off and force it into a ball.

I grip her hair from the back and lean down next to her ear and whisper the words I know my baby loves so much.

“Your such a good slut.”

She whimpers as I force her underwear into her mouth. I peel off a piece of tape and trap her panties, muffling her cries. I stand and hurl her over my shoulder, returning her to the clearing near where I was waiting. I bring her back to the ground, and she doesn’t fight me. She looks up at me through watery lashes, as her chest rises and falls with quickness.

I bend down and take her wrists together, securing them in front of her with tape. I quickly undo my belt and allow my erection to spring free. Her eyes devour me as I kneel between her parted legs.

I glide my hand up her thigh and onto her sensitive folds, glistening with arousal. I slide the wetness up to her clit and move in soft circles, her eyes growing heavy as she moans behind the makeshift gag.

“So fucking perfect,” I praise.

I line my pulsing cock up to her entrance and plunge into her, as I pin her secured wrists above her head. I pound into her relentlessly as she welcomes me in, tightening around my length. Her body shudders under me as she comes undone. I love the look on her face when she has an orgasm. It’s addicting.

I pull out of her, not quite finished with my plan.

I roll her onto her stomach, propping her ass high in the air and I give it a brutal smack. She pushes back into me. Fuck. She is such a slut. My slut.

I pull out the lube from my pocket and pour the cool liquid over her ass, rubbing it around her tight hole. I insert one finger into her ass as she moans again. I pull out my finger and replace it with my cock. I can feel her stretching to accommodate my length. She is so fucking perfect.

I ease in and out of her, giving her a moment to adjust before I take her how I want her.

I pick up the pace, as she slams her ass back into me. Fuck.

I feel my orgasm building as her moans carry me away. I feel my balls tighten, and I spill into her, allowing her to take every last drop. Her legs shake as she holds still against me. I slowly pull out of her and fasten my pants. I remove my mask and roll her onto her back, peppering her with kisses from her hips up to her neck. Her eyes are heavy, and her arms are slack. I flip out my knife and break her hands free, then I remove the tape from her mouth.

Fresh tears spring onto her eyes from the sting. She spits out her underwear, and I give her a sinister grin. I scoop her up into my arms as we remain silent. I carry her to my car, knowing that she is spent. My eyes rake over her perfect body as she melts into my chest. I kiss her head.

I would tell her that she is mine again, but no matter how many times I tell her she is mine, she never understands why I picked her. It’s not that I picked her— She picked me. She does things to me that no one has ever been able to do before. She tames the monster lurking insideof me. She lures away the demons swarming inside my head.

One thing is for sure— Evelyn Blackwell will always be my weakness.

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