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SAY MY NAME, SAY MY NAME

AMBER

D o I chase him? It has to be Lukas hiding in the bushes, the retreating form is too familiar to be anyone else.

Fallon opens the front door, screaming for me to get inside before I get shot, and I want to punch her in the face.

Can’t Summer feel it? The heat thrumming through me.

I want to take out this threat before she dies, too.

As if finally hearing my incessant knocking on the door in her mind, she emerges, pulling Fallon back inside.

“Do you want to get shot, dumbass? Leave Amber to do what she knows how to do,” Summer snaps.

“Get the fuck inside!” I yell, “And stay away from the god damn windows!” The door shuts behind them as I breathe in deep, composing myself, and reining in my emotions. I can’t believe he stooped so low as to fuck with my vehicle.

“Yes, Mom,” Summer’s voice grumbles through my subconscious.

“Find a way to entertain yourself, I’ll be back soon,” I reply.

“But there’s nothing to do…” Summer whines.

“Get creative.”

Summer’s excited face pops into the window, “Anything?” she asks.

“Anything,” I reply. She claps her hands, then disappears from view.

Sprinting off in the direction I saw the man disappear, I keep my tread light.

Trying to listen to the sounds of the forest around me is near impossible as the sky finally breaks, unleashing a torrent of rain.

I’m soaked within seconds, the heavy rain washing away any chance I had at following whoever shot out my tires.

The weight of the water pulls at my joggers.

I have to stop, losing precious time in order to pull the drawstring tight, and tie it before my pants slip off while running.

While stopped, the distinct splash and squelch of boots through a muddy puddle sounds off to my left.

I take off in that direction, gun still held tightly in my hand as the rain beads off my hot skin.

A flicker of movement to my right has me changing course—a flash of green to my left.

He’s zig-zagging, wasting my time and energy.

Pausing, I watch him cross my path again, then take off in a straight line.

Intercepting him as my body crashes into his, forcing him to the ground beneath me.

“Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot!” Lukas pants, his broad chest heaving, hands held up in surrender. I love the feeling of his firm body helpless beneath me. Straddling his hips, I grind my pelvis against his.

“Awe, what’s the matter, mountain man? Scared of little old me?” His hard cock rubs between my legs, and I wonder what exactly turned him on. The chase? Being hunted? Watching me take in his twisted murder?

“You did shoot at me,” he drawls, hands landing on my thighs as he starts to move his hips in time with mine.

“I didn’t hit you,” I counter, pleasure melting away my anger at him for fucking my vehicle past the point of fixing. I’ll never get the smell of Bridget’s blood out of the upholstery.

“Did you know I’d moved?” he asks, and I shrug my reply. I know he’s not stupid enough to stay still when I’m aiming a gun in his direction, but he doesn’t need to know all my secrets.

“I can’t believe you lied to my face so easily.” My fingers find the button to his jeans, working to quickly undo it. Bridget’s blood saturates the front of them. The sight unleashes a flood of jealousy. What was she doing with her face so close to his dick?

“Well it’s not like I could ask if you liked my art work with all your friends there.

” His voice pulls me from the irritating thought.

I guess it doesn’t matter now. She’s dead, and I’ll fuck him better than she ever could, dead or alive.

His hands leave my thighs, moving to inch his wet jeans down over his ass, and I pull them down to his knees.

“Can you imagine their faces if you had? We would’ve had a blood bath to clean up,” I reply.

His fingers pull at the drawstring of my joggers, loosening them as I plant my boots in the mud under his armpits.

Placing my hands on his thighs, I lift my body, and he pulls my pants down.

Fisting his cock, he slides it through my slit.

I’m fucking dripping for him, cunt throbbing around nothing, aching to be filled.

“Sit on my cock, princess. I need to be inside you.”

“What if I don’t?” I coo, keeping my pussy just out of his reach, his tip barely grazing my wetness as he whimpers.

Anticipation coils in my gut as his crown slides through me again, stopping at my centre.

It all happens so quick, I barely register a thing.

His fingers grip my thighs, pulling me down on his cock as he slams up into me.

The unbelievable feeling of being stuffed to the point of breaking rips a scream from my throat, and he groans in pleasure.

He lifts and pulls me on his cock, hitting something deep inside me.

“Lukas,” I whine, head thrown back as my orgasm draws closer.

Abruptly he pushes me off him, rolling me back in the dirt.

I’m about to object, but the look on his face silences me.

Something savage has been unleashed from within him.

I can see it swirling in his eyes. It’s in the snarl that paints his face as he crawls toward me.

He lunges his body over mine, slamming his cock back into me, fucking me into the mud at a violent tempo as lightning splits the dark sky.

It casts flashes of shadows across his maliciously morphed face, even pissed off he’s so fucking hot.

His hand cuts off my air as his fingers hold me tight around the throat, keeping my body in place as his hips crash into mine.

The crack and rumble of thunder is near-deafening up on the mountain, shaking the ground beneath us.

Lukas leans in close, lips brushing against the shell of my ear.

“From now on, when we’re together…you use my real name. ”

“But…you said—” I gasp, the sentence cut off by his crushing grip. His dominance sends fire burning through my body, back arching as my climax hangs just out of reach.

“Ahh, baby. I feel your pretty cunt gripping my dick. Are you going to cum?” I nod, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as the pressure in my head increases.

“Say my name.” I hear him, but I can’t respond.

I’m losing my connection to reality, I can’t focus on anything except the feeling of him fucking me like I’ve always craved.

I didn’t want to have to explain what I wanted to someone, and have them do it half-heartedly for me.

I wanted a man to read my mind and body, then give me what I never had to explain because they wanted it too.

His grip eases up on my throat, allowing me a few precious breaths before constricting my air flow again. “Say my name, Amber. Fucking scream it, baby, and I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“Are you sure?” I pant. “What if someone hears?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Whoever is close enough to hear it, won’t live long enough to repeat it.” He’s so sure of himself, so cocky and confident as he plows in and out of me.

His name is a hushed whisper in these parts.

People claim that if you so much as think about him, he will appear, gutting you before you can even blink.

He’s a ghost, an elusive serial killer hiding in plain sight, and I get to scream his name with his permission.

Knowing the only thing he’s going to gut me with is his monster cock.

In the blink of an eye, he pulls out of my dripping pussy, flipping me over, and slamming back into me.

I heave in precious oxygen before his hand snakes around my throat, taking it away again.

His free hand comes around and starts to rub my clit as his hot breath hits my ear.

“Cum for me, baby, and I’ll let you kill whoever you want.

” This man might know me better than I know myself because his fucked up dirty talk sets me off.

My cunt clamps down around his shaft and he releases his hold on my throat, slapping my clit in time with his ruthless thrusts.

I cry out as I split apart at the seams, “Holy fuck, don’t stop! ”

“Scream my name, Amber, or I’ll pull out and leave you aching for the other half of this orgasm.

” He pulls my body so close to his, we threaten to become one.

Holding me tight and forcing his cock as deep as it will go while still rubbing my clit.

My eyes cross from the mix of pain and mind-melting pleasure.

Shaking against him, I give him what he wants as I soak his cock with my release.

“Cyrus!” I cry. “Fuck yes. More, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Mmmm, such a greedy little psycho. It’s not enough that I make you squirt all over my cock, but now you want more?”

“Yes, Cyrus, don’t you dare stop.”

“You’re lucky I like the sound of my name on your lips,” he rasps against the shell of my ear before pushing me face down in the mud, and fucking me like an animal.