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Calista

M y palms meet his chest before turning and running. I don’t even bother grabbing shoes because I already know exactly where I’m going to run.

I rush out the front door, heading toward the lake. It’s dark, but the sky’s clear tonight, and the moon is bright enough to guide me like a lantern. The rocks from the driveway dig into my feet, but once I hit the soft soil, the discomfort fades. The grass brushes against my ankles, and I’m thankful for the leggings I decided to wear instead of shorts. But then, the sensation of liquid seeping through my underwear and into my pants makes me grimace.

I’m not sure how I feel about him fucking me while I’m on my period. Maybe that’s why I’m running so fast. In the shower? Sure, no problem. But out here where it can’t be cleaned up, where his fingers and cock could be stained with my blood—Jesus, will he try to eat me out?

My stomach drops, and when I reach the lake’s edge, I veer left and break into a sprint. My breath comes too heavy, and like the dumb girl in a horror movie, I glance back.

I didn’t tell him I wanted a five-minute head start.

Even though I know it’s Ronan chasing me, I scream bloody murder when I see him rounding the stairs and charging right at me. My heart feels like it’s about to explode from how terrified I am. It’s that same feeling as walking through a haunted house. I know it’s fake, I know he won’t actually hurt me—but the threat is real enough to make my skin crawl. And like in those haunted houses, I’ve willingly put myself in the path of danger, knowing I’m being hunted by someone who could kill me.

I shift into a cluster of trees just a few feet from the lapping shore of the lake, rushing through bushes and weaving between them. Some branches are closer than others, and when I leap over a rotted trunk, the trees part, revealing a small meadow. In the distance, more trees stretch out.

I’m not stupid—he’s going to catch me. But maybe if I keep going and get to the cabin, I can sneak into the shower. He can do whatever he wants there; I don’t care.

Just as I turn to head back, a powerful force slams into me from the right. I crash to the ground with a sharp grunt, swinging my hands and kicking my feet. His heavy breathing mixes with mine, but I’m not about to stop fighting. My foot connects with his chest, and he stumbles back with a groan that sounds of frustration. I scramble to my knees, desperate to push myself up.

Then, a firm grip on my hair yanks me backward. My ass hits the ground as I’m dragged a few inches, and then my back is pressed against Ronan’s chest, his breath heavy as he tries to steady himself.

“How?!” I shout as he tears my head back, giving him the means to grab my throat. My kicking is doing nothing but tiring me out, and although my elbows are making contact with his hard abdomen, he doesn’t seem phased.

“You ran through the trees,” he breathes against my ear, his warm tongue trailing a line behind it before biting roughly over my piercings. “I ran the shoreline.”

A frustrated sound comes from me, but I can’t respond, he’s slowly cutting my air off. “R-Ronan…” I wheeze.

“I like your violence,” he says, his voice is low and sultry.

He didn’t need to tell me that, I can feel his hard cock pressed against the small of my back.

The heat that’s building up my face and the daze across my eyes has me floating. I’m not even fighting for air, even if I’m scratching and clawing at his jeans.

“I want more of it.”

The moment I think I’m going to lose consciousness, he releases my throat and shoves me onto my side. I suck in a sharp breath, grabbing at the grass and moist ground below.

A click of a belt comes, and I whimper. “Please… not here…” Looking up at him, he stands over me, his height already imposing while I’m on my feet but down on the ground, he is a mighty god, and I am a mere ant.

What’s fucked is, I wouldn’t mind him stepping on me. In fact, I hope he does. The thought alone makes my body feel even more submissive than it already is.

He tuts and drops his pants, along with his boxers, exposing his curved, veiny, pierced cock. Without saying anything, he falls back to his knees, grabs the waistband of my leggings, and rips them down. My fight returns, and one of my hands takes hold of the fabric, while the other pushes at his wrist. I use my nails, scratch and dig them into his flesh.

A thunderous growl rolls from his throat. “Fuck. That’s it, Cal.”

With a strong tug, he breaks my grip free of my pants and tears them down completely, along with my panties.

The instant his head lifts, my palm slaps across his face with enough force to make him stumble back, crashing onto his hands. Now on all fours, he slowly turns his gaze toward me. I hit him so hard that my nails scrape across the peaks of his cheekbones, leaving a mark.

“Oh—Oh, my god… I’m—”

“Don’t apologize,” he croons, a grin tugging at his lips. “Your fight is beautiful, baby.”

Butterflies soar through my stomach.

“You must not have fought hard enough.”

Heat springs to my eyes as he lunges for me. I attempt a scream, but he has his hand over my mouth. My legs kick but he soon captures one between his thighs and shoves the other down to the ground.

I try to move his hand from my mouth, but I’m quickly distracted from that when a groan of pleasure falls from his lips.

His fingers then draw up my thigh, right to my pussy.

“Look how soaked your cunt is. So fucking eager for me.”

Heat rolls across my entire body, both from embarrassment and excitement. My heel digs into the dirt just as he dips two fingers into my center. I throw my head back and pant out needy noises into his palm.

“I’ve drawn a lot of blood in my life.” As he speaks, he moves his hand and grabs my wrist, trapping it between his thigh and calf. The weight he puts down onto it makes it impossible, even with his sweat, to slip through. He quickly attempts to grab my other hand, and instead, I swat at him.

He only chuckles. “And I know yours will be the sweetest I’ve ever had.”

My eyes round. “Stop—stop!”

After just a few seconds of wrestling to grab my free hand, he finally gets it and forces it above my head, then pulls it down, holding it firmly beneath my neck.

His two fingers dive deeper inside of me, and my hips lift off the ground in response. “Wrong word again, Cal. You know exactly what one to say for me to let you go, but you won’t because you are a desperate slut.”

As he pumps his fingers inside me, he curls them to brush against the spot that forms a knot in my already throbbing stomach. “You don’t want me to taste you because you find it repulsive. There is nothing at all that’s disgusting about you, including this.”

He sucks air through his teeth before removing his digits and bringing them up into view. There is blood coating them, but the evidence of my arousal draws between his index and thumb as he pulls them apart.

“Being chased has you fucking soaked, baby girl. Such a whore for punishment and the prospect of being fucked by a murderer.” He slips his fingers between his lips and sucks them clean.

My heart, stomach, and pussy go to another planet.

When he moans out, my eyes roll back, and I know I came a little with the reaction of me in his mouth.

A sudden sharp pain over my clit has my back bowing. When I look, he is in the midst of slapping my pussy again . “Eyes on me,” he commands, and as I watch him, he spreads my leg out wide and bends over.

As his lips wrap right around my clit, I fall over whatever hill I’ve been hanging from. When his tongue flicks back and forth, my screams of pleasure shatter the area around us.

I hope the only predator here is Ronan—for their sake. The way he is eating me out, like a man starved for years, I feel he’d kill a mountain lion if it even dared to take a bite of me.

I’m trapped and in such an awkward angle that I can’t fight, even if I desired to. My hips roll just as he sucks my bundle of nerves between his lips and shakes his head.

“Oh fuuuck , fuck! Fuck!!” Each word gets louder and louder as I begin twitching. The intense attention at my clit makes my stomach start to burn, and my head fall back. All I can do is stare up at the star filled sky as I completely come undone.

Every part of my body shakes through my orgasm, from my scalp to my toes. It’s a mixture of him tugging on my piercing as he releases me, and that being an earth-shattering climax, I am still seeing black spots sprinkling across my vision.

He releases my hand from beneath my head and shifts the one trapped between his legs, but I don’t move. I can’t. It feels physically impossible. My calves are tied in knots, and I’m pretty sure parts of my body are completely numb.

I don’t know and I definitely don’t care.

Ronan moves over me, lifting one of my legs over his arm as he settles between my thighs. He leans down, and as my vision finally clears, I see his mouth stained with my blood.

For the first time, I don’t see it as vile. I know they say your orgasms are more powerful when you’re on your period, and they were absolutely correct. It’s as though the entire surface of my body is vibrating softly under a warm blanket, and I’m floating on a star somewhere in the galaxy so visible to us right now.

“You coming for me is as beautiful as that fight of yours. I want it every fucking day that I’m alive and free.”

His mouth crashes into mine as he slams tip to hilt in one thrust into me. The burning sensation is intense, but I’m going through several stimulations. His tongue abrasively entering my mouth, the taste of copper and salt assaulting my senses. I’m stretched as he holds his curved cock inside me and my knee creeps to his hips, hugging tightly to him, needing to accustom myself to the abrasive action.

Yeah fucking right.

His hands grip my wrists, lifting them above my head as his hips begin to drive him in and out of me with a piston-like rhythm. Every hit at the back of my wall knocks what little breath I have.

“ Fuck , Calista,” he hisses into my mouth.

I don’t know what possess me, but I lift my head to grab his lip and bite hard. He growls and slams harder into me, the grip on my hands shifts to him threading our fingers together while digging us deeper into the dirt.

I taste fresh metal on my tongue, and as I release him, red drips from his lip. “That’s it,” he says while thrusting, holding himself to the point where I can feel the metal at the tip of his cock pushing against my soft spot. “Violence tastes like control, doesn’t it, baby?”

He’s right, because even as he removes his cock from inside me and throws me onto my stomach, lifts my hips, and reenters me without pause, I do feel control. My strange desires to be hurt, used and taken like I’m just a piece of meat, is what gives me back what I lost. Consent.

As he threads his fingers through my hair and tears my head back, I go to lift myself up onto my hands, but he shoves me back down. He tears my head back, keeps my hips high and shoulders down while driving hard into me.

The crack of his hand against my ass makes me cough, shriek, and moan all in a span of a second. Our flesh slapping together echoes, the wet slush of my cum and blood equally matching the intensity. I’ve completely lost any care about my period, the throbbing in my stomach reaching an all-time high. It’s like cramps but without the pain, each hit is like a massage to my ovaries, and I’m a fucking slut for more.

“Harder. Please, Ronan,” I plea, my body needing more assault.

He laughs through his moan. “That’s right, beg for Daddy like the good slut you are.”

“Fuck me harder.” My words break through the scream, because he does what I’ve asked halfway through it. “Y-Yes, Daddy—” My scream pinches in my throat as he grabs my hip with his free hand and pounds.

He completely devastates my pussy to the point I am on the verge of crying, because holy fuck it hurts so good. This orgasm is deep, and the world should shake with how badly I am.

“Goddamn it, baby girl, that’s it… come all over my cock.”

Tears spring to my eyes as he thickens, his balls slap my clit until I feel a pressure fill me. His continued thrusting has me attempting to curl forward, but he doesn’t allow me to move. He holds me tight, fucking me until he is completely satisfied and I’m full of his cum.

His breathing is hot against my back as he leans over me. Then, his lips draw kisses up my spine all the way to my ear. “You did so good, Cal. So fucking good.”