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CHLOE

T he unmistakable hoot and hollers of their voices mingled with the panic spreading throughout my body, drowning out the noises that undoubtedly swam around. I continued to push myself though as the wind bit into my skin, and a dull ache loomed in my side.

They wouldn’t catch me, and if I could, a smile would have crept across my lips at the thought. They wanted a little fox. You bet I’d give them one. The thrill of becoming nothing but prey tonight, the weaker link in the chase, excited me.

Shadows danced as the trees closed in, causing a labyrinth of vines overhead, creating a soft shelter from the torrential downpour. I couldn’t tell how long I’d been running or how close they were.

A thought pricked at the back of my mind. I’d been running from everything in my waking life. Relationships, expectations, and responsibilities that were cast on me. Sex was my one way of regaining control. I couldn’t lose.

Tonight, those two would force me to face every demon I’d kept locked away in the depths of my mind. I could feel it.

I’m tired of wearing a mask, building up a carefully constructed facade to please those closest to me. Tonight, I needed something raw and primal. They needed to take what they wanted from me without a fight. With every step I took, the thought of surrendering to them sent waves of arousal coursing through my tense body.

I ached to be touched. For them to throw me down and claim me. For a moment, I lost myself, accepting the dark embrace of the forest around me. It allowed me to escape the prison I’ve created for myself inside my head.

Pulling me back to reality, the musky scent of leather and spice filled my nostrils, and my eyes strained to see where they were among the thick moss. The rhythmic crunching of leaves to my left sent a fresh surge of adrenaline coursing through my aching, sweaty body.

“You really think you can outrun me?” His distorted laughter echoed off the trees, and my breath hitched.

I underestimated them and growled out my frustrations, waiting for my heart to leap right out of my chest. I hadn’t anticipated how fast they were, thinking their size would slow them down.

I shot forward, hearing his laughter everywhere, slowly suffocating me. His sultry tone sent shivers gliding down my spine as I ran.

“I love a challenge, and you baby, are the most intoxicating one I’ve ever had the pleasure of trying to overcome.” His hard body slammed into mine and the sheer velocity sent me straight into the damp earth. Landing painfully on my shoulder, I tried to roll onto my back, forgetting my bondage.

My eyes trailed up the body, shooting daggers as I tried to steady my breath, locking eyes with the first man who would take me tonight.

Lux. My heart skipped a beat, waiting for his next move. He grasped my chin in his hand, and I knew from the animalistic look in his eye that I’d fucked up. He held my gaze, forcing me to look at him.

“You think you’re a clever Little Fox because you know these woods. Well, let me tell you something.”

He knelt down and leaned in close. His breath danced along the crease in my neck and eyes glinted with a hint of mischief. “I know you, Chloe.” He gripped my face tighter and licked the tears from my jawline to the corner of my eye. “I know what you need, and how you like to fuck. Tonight, we’re going to find out just what you’re made of.”

He stepped back, watching my every move as I hurriedly scrambled to my feet and heaved a few breaths.

Next thing I knew, my cheek pressed into his chest and warmth engulfed me, sending heat sprawling in different directions.

“You’re lucky I found you first,” he growled. “You run pretty fast, but not fast enough.” My heart raced, meeting his predatory gaze.

“Stick your tongue out,” he commanded. His grip was firm, and he gave my hair a slight tug. Sending a shockwave painful enough that I obeyed immediately.

A rush of heat pooled at my core as I stuck my tongue out, leaving a wet trail from his chest to his abdomen, feeling the tiny prickles of curly brown hair that disappeared under his waistband.

Groaning his pleasure, he pushed my cheek into the bulge that laid behind the zipper. The metallic zing of the zipper gave way, and his cock sprang free from his pants.

“I’ve waited a long time to destroy that smart mouth. Now, show me what a good girl you are.”

I salivated at the sight of the cock before me. He was average, but boy was he thick. The precum leaked from the tip onto my outstretched tongue.

Loosening his grip on my hair, he wrapped a hand around his length and guided it toward my waiting mouth, inching in slowly until he hit the back of my throat. That’s right. Make me yours baby.

Instinctively, I tried to swallow, and it only made him push deeper down my throat.

“Breathe through your nose…fuck…I need to feel my cock as it slides in and out of your hot throat.”

Breathing through your nose is easier said than done. It’s all about angles and this…wasn’t it. It proved hard not to laugh at myself during this intimate moment. What’s sex without a little bit of fun?

His fingers found my throat, brushing against my carotid, and feeling it pulse from lack of air. Pulling out, he allowed me to take a few deep breaths before he thrust back in. Popping back out and aiming for the inside of my cheek, flicking against the hardness that bulged from it.

My eyes glossed over, becoming wet with tears and his heels dug into the mud to keep balance.

“You’re taking me so well. I can’t wait to stretch that pretty pussy of yours.” He moaned out, holding my head in place as he moved my head up and down his shaft.

His filthy words pricked against my skin, and I stuck my tongue out, licking the underside of his cock each time he drove into my mouth, savoring his taste. I gagged against the abuse in my throat.

Each time he held my head down and slapped at the back of my head, forcing me to take more of him. All the way to the base to see how far he could push me until I screamed around his cock for air. Lux was a vocal man, and I wanted nothing more than to keep pulling the groans and whimpers from his mouth. So. Fucking. Sinful.

By now, mascara and eyeliner trailed down my face in waves, and I relaxed my throat against each thrust. My jaw ached from the gag and long ropes of spit fell to the ground. I wanted to take his cum down my throat like a good cumslut. My back arched as I pulled away, but his fingers pinched my nostrils tight and took my breath away as he pulled me back onto his cock.

“Ohhhh…goddamn.”

Reluctantly, he grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me off and I was forced to release him. A trail of saliva dripped from his dick and down my lips, landing on my swollen breasts. I moaned as he gave a few hard strokes, releasing over my face. Please don’t stop.

I heaved, fighting for the air that was stolen from my body moments ago. I’m sure from the state of my face, I looked like nothing more than a dirty whore.

He flicked his wrist and looked at the time before helping me balance on unsteady feet, using his thumb to take the cum that landed on my cheek, and pushing it into my mouth.

“Time’s up.” His laugh cut through the searing pain on my asscheek as he smacked it hard. Nodding for the game to restart, he sent a wink in my direction before taking off. “Good luck.”

I had to ignore the wetness that pooled in between my thighs and take the head start back into the thick brush.

The minutes seemed to blend together as I ran. A dull pain etched into my side forcing me to stop and take a quick break. But keep an ear out for my predators. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep up, and my arms started to ache against the ropes pinching my skin.

Panic seized me as I stumbled over a root that stuck out of the ground and a scream caught in my throat seeing the familiar cracks in the mask of King. He wanted to hurt me in the most deliciously brutal way, but I was still reeling from my encounter with Lux. No matter what, I had to continue playing the game.

The wind howled around me, and a low whistle echoed around, closing in on me. For a moment, I lost my resolve and felt like true prey, scared and alone. If they both caught me, I would be eaten alive...

A deep, unsettled feeling sat in my gut as I thought about the repercussions of agreeing to their little game while I camped behind a tree, waiting for my next chance.

The sound of running water caught my attention. I grew up in these woods, and an idea formed. There should be a small pond. Small enough to cross where I wouldn’t hurt myself. It would allow me to circle back to the cabin and try to cut through these woods. Best-case scenario, I’d be given a chance to exact revenge. Putting these men on their knees, stretching them nice and wide.

My muscles burned and the cold air stung my lungs as I hurried, hearing muffled laughter through the trees. The laughs were malicious and an indicator of what was coming straight for me. Not having my glasses was proving difficult and everything blurred into dark nothingness, just endless brush and shadows.

The hair on the back of my neck raised at the sound of my name. He was close.

“Chloe.” The sound billowed around me. “Come out, come out wherever you are,” he taunted.

The whip of the wind carried his voice around in a hushed echo, and it sent shivers down my spine.

I belted out a shocked gasp when my toes grazed the freezing cold water and relief washed over me. My legs brushed against moss, and I jumped seeing the pile of stones that laid under it, deciding to take a chance with the icy abyss.

Jolting forward into the small area between the rocks attempting to stay as quiet as possible, I’d hope the hiding spot was tucked away enough for the murmurs to disappear.

But the footsteps stopped at the bank of the stream, and I held my breath, waiting. Maybe it’s close to midnight, and this can be done and over with.

“You can’t hide from me Chloe. I’ll find you, and when I do,” His tone threatened with the promise that lingered in the air. “You’ll wish you hadn’t agreed to this.”

My heart pounded against my ribcage as I took a deep breath and stuck my head into the water for as long as I could. The water rushed into my open mouth and I sputtered. It was too much, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it for long.

My head turned ever so slightly, and I raised half of my face out of the water. Letting the contents that flooded in my mouth spill out, listening closely to the subtle changes in the environment.

Hearing the snapping of twigs and crunching of leaves, I internally thanked the heavens he decided to walk away and now I was soaked in more ways than one.

A few minutes later, my shaky body rose from my spot behind the rocks and heaved myself up back onto the muddy ground.

My blood ran cold hearing a soft, barely audible whisper, “You make it too easy slut. Never trust the silence.”

He gripped my arm and led me away from the safety of the bank, further into the woods I tried so hard to escape from. I broke out into a cold sweat, and a gushing sound flowed in my ears.

“Stand against the tree.”

Without resistance, I brace my back against the tree with my legs slightly spread, careful not to crush my numbed hands.

His darkened gaze moved over my breasts, numb from the cold and turning a deep shade of purple. I’ll be good for you King.

Panic swelled within me as he pulled out the knife and ran the blade along my hardened nipple, pushing the tip in and twisting it around, irritating the sensitive flesh. I cried out against the pain, and he slapped a hand over my face, his large hand taking my breath away as it covered my mouth and nose.

“Are you ready to play with a real man, Chloe?” His menacing laugh made every hair on my body stand straight up. Defenseless against his torture.

His hand moved expertly, dragging the sharpened blade down my abdomen and cutting into it. His heavy breaths wrapped around my head, watching as crimson blotched multiple areas around my torso.