Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
I shake my head and shove off the ground, smiling while I do it. My hand stings from the cut there, but it was worth it. Worth watching her orgasm and tasting her cum on my knife. Fuck, she’s got me so hard my cock aches, leaking pre-cum into my pants.
As I peer through the trees I spot my knife, the one I just fucked her with tight in her grip. Fear constricts my chest. I’m about to yell at her when I notice she shifts the knife so it's point is safely out and away from her body.
If she fell on the blade...I don’t know what I would do.
I blindly chase her. She's fast. So fucking fast. I can't help it as a swell of pride expands my chest. My girl is so fucking fast.
I keep her in my sights so she doesn't get too far ahead. The anticipation of bare skin under my fingers, as it has been every night since I met her, encourages me to chase her and claim her. Nothing else matters at this moment but catching her and making her mine for good. That is, after I rip the knife from her grasp and burn her ass for putting herself in danger by running away with it. I charge through a pair of bushes and lose sight of her feet as she closes around a cluster of trees. Dammit. I pick up the pace, feeling the cold air seep in and out of my lungs with every gasping breath. It's the end of football season, I'm in the best shape right now, yet she somehow managed to outrun me on land that I've been running for years.
I pause, listening, hoping to pinpoint her by sound, but I don't hear anything but far off laughter and the soft hoot of an owl.
No, she didn't outrun me; she's hiding. I grin into the night. Clever Little Prey.
I lift my feet higher to quiet my steps as I cut through the trees toward the area I last saw her. It's still eerily quiet, and I can’t see shit in the dark. I have a flashlight, but I don’t want to use it. Not yet. When I catch her, I want to have earned it, and every second she keeps me on the chase makes my cock harder, makes catching her all the more worth it.
There's a rustle of leaves to my right, and I spot a faint figure dart through the trees.
Caught ya. I give chase, my blood pumping in time with my heart, my breathing becoming deeper, heavier. It feels good to run, to chase, and it will feel even better when I sink inside her as my reward.
She darts left and I catch the glimmer of moonlight off one pale shoulder. It's streaked with dirt and leaves, but I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Once we’re finished out here, I'll take her out of these woods and soak her in the bath. I’ll take my time cleaning every inch of her body until she's warm and languid in my arms.
The thought of caring for her spurs me on more. It's strange; with other women, I couldn't leave fast enough once the deed was done. Now I'm fantasizing about aftercare and ensuring her comfort. That's after I’ve had my way with her. Shattered the existence of who she is. I won’t stop until she cries and whimpers and begs me to fuck her. Begs me to stop. Begs me for everything.
I adjust my erection as I run, almost holding it now, just needing to ease the ache enough to keep moving.
She's still running, hopping over rocks and around fallen logs. Hell, if she kept going, she might get to the cabin and win this shit. The last time she was out here, she rode on the four-wheelers, but hell, maybe she remembers the way. Not that she'd know 25K sits out there in the woods ready to be claimed since she was just tossed into the event.
There's a noise up ahead, and I drag myself from my thoughts just in time for a scream to pierce the quiet of the night. Fuck. I speed forward and enter into a small clearing. A few yards ahead, I spot Ely. My sigh of relief morphs into blind rage. Some random fucker has an arm wrapped around her middle, their hand circling her throat.
At first, I fear the worst, that Yanov has found her, but that fear diminishes greatly as soon as I see the douchebag's face, and recognize him as one of the members of the football team. If he’s smart he’ll step the fuck back.
“Deakins. If you don't release my prey, I'm going to kick your teeth in.”
Ely struggles in his grasp but then seems to remember she's holding my very sharp knife. Lifting it, she presses the point up to the side of the man's neck, barely poking him. As if he’s been stabbed in the throat, Deakins screams, shoving Ely away. She stumbles forward and winces as she falls to her knees, the knife skidding across the ground in front of her.