Page 73 of Hunted By Wraith

“Surprised you caught me, old man,” I pant.

He leans close, breath hot at my ear. “Told you, princess—the next one to fuck your pretty pussy would be me.”

Another slap. My hips rise, desperate.

His belt slides free, the sound delicious. He drags me up, spinning me until my back hits a tree. In seconds, my wrists are bound above me, arms stretched tight.

He steps back, admiring his work.

“Such a pretty girl, strung up like this.” His grin is sharp. Possessive.

I smirk, tilting my head. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Instead of answering, he kneels and unlaces my boots, spreading my legs wide and tying them to two smaller trees. The breeze kisses my soaked center, barely covered by lace.

Keir draws his 10mm from its holster. My breath catches—but his eyes never leave mine. That look tells me I’m safe. Owned, but safe.

He runs the barrel over my breasts, down my stomach. Lower.

He brushes it over my center. I moan, rolling my hips into it.

“Greedy girl,” he murmurs. “Think I can make you come on my gun, Princess?”

I whimper.

He pulls the lace aside. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”

He teases my folds with the barrel, coating it with my arousal. Then he pushes the tip inside.

I cry out, hips straining forward.

“Such a dirty girl, taking what daddy gives you.”

He leans in, sucking my clit while thrusting the barrel deep without warning. The mix of fear, pleasure, pain, and power pushes me over the edge.

I come so hard I scream, stars bursting behind my eyes.

I swear someone mutters, “Holy fuck,” but everything’s hazy.

When I open my eyes, Keir is smiling. Not smug—soft.

He kisses me. “You did so good, Princess.”

“You ready for more?” His voice is gentle now. Worshipful.

I nod, voice hoarse. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

They’re all here now.

Kaz and Dario untie my legs. They handle me like I’m breakable—but their eyes say otherwise.

Keir frees my wrists, massaging them before lifting me easily. He carries me to a thick stump and sits, cock pressing against me.

“You want all your holes filled, Malyshka?” Kaz murmurs, thumb brushing my cheek.

I nod too eagerly.