Page 28 of Sick Little Devotion

Finally, as I crest the top of the embankment, I see it. The back fence. My heart sinks. It’s even taller than the front one, looming at least eight feet tall. This place might as well be a prison…

And that’s when his body collides with mine.

“I told you, there’s no getting away,” he chuckles breathlessly as we crash into the leaves beneath us. “You’ll never get away from me.”

The rain is falling steadily now as my head rests against the ground, the soaked fabric of the hoodie the only thing keeping dirt and debris out of my hair.

“Can’t speak?” His golden irises seem to glow with the intensity of a predator ready to pounce on its prey as he hovers over me. His strong hips straddle me, and rain—or maybe sweat—drips from his hair. “Tell me, Sara, were you trying to run away from me?”

I swallow hard, scared of what the truth might bring.

“I… I…” My throat burns as I cough the words out, trapped against the cold ground and still gasping for air.

“Looks like I’ve made you speechless,” he murmurs, leaning down and brushing the tip of his nose to mine.

Jitters of excitement pulse through my fatigued body, and I’m torn, uncertain between conflicting emotions. I shouldn’t want him, but I do. Aiden firmly clutches both of my wrists, holding them above my head, as I fight back. He roughly pulls up my T-shirt exposing my breasts and presses his hot, wet lips against one of my already hard nipples, sucking it in before moving to the other. A primal moan, fueled by raw, instinctual desire, escapes from my throat.

“That’s what I thought,” he growls. “I knew you wanted me. You’ve always wanted me, and I’m going to finish this right now.”

I tremble with anticipation and fear as he releases my wrists, his hands slipping down my body. He lifts himself just enough to rip the material of my shorts and underwear, and within seconds, I’m bare for him. My cheeks flush as he tosses the ruined clothing off to the side.

“Consider this your punishment, princess,” he groans, menace laced in his voice, as he begins to undo his jeans. I reach up and try to shove him away and scoot backward, but I’m not strong enough to fight him. He pulls his cock out, and I stare at the flushed tip.

This is what I always wanted. The thought comes as a whisper in my ear, and my pussy aches in a way that I’ve only experienced in my dreams. Why do I not hate him for this? I should hate him for this.

“You’re mine, and I’ll fucking prove it.” Aiden leans over me, and I feel the tip of him press against my entrance. “God, you’re so wet,” he murmurs into my neck. “But you don’t get to come. Tonight is mine for all the hell you put me through.”

I swallow hard as he presses into me ruthlessly, pinning me to the ground, claiming my virginity. I'm unable to hold back the cry as pain tears through me. He stills, his hardened face suddenly softening.

“You waited for me,” he whispers, the tone of his voice bringing tears to my eyes—and suddenly, I allow myself to let go, forgetting that he kidnapped me and that we’re here in this moment because I tried to escape. I let myself believe that I’m here because I want to be, and this is the Aiden I love.

My hips rock upward as an answer to his question, pulling him deeper into me. A wince escapes my lips as his penis feels too large entering such a small space. It’s painful at first, but I'm so turned on that it quickly subsides, replaced by waves of pure pleasure. Aiden’s eyes grow hazy, and he loosens his grip, only to thread his fingers through my hair. I grind against him, unable to hide my own arousal as I wrap my thighs around him, my pussy clenching around his thick, hard cock, over and over. I can feel the velvety smoothness of the skin on his shaft as he thrusts in and out.

“Fuck,” he growls, picking up his pace.

My fingernails dig into the ground beside me, but I don’t care about the dirt. I don’t care about the mess. I don’t care that he forced me to be here—though I know I will when it’s over. My mind goes blank as he picks up the pace, faster and faster, harder and harder, until he's about to explode. I feel his dick swelling and throbbing as he shoots his cum into me. My eyes flutter shut as my orgasm crashes over me, and my whole body pulses.

“You feel incredible around my cock,” he moans, tensing up as he releases every drop inside me. I breathe out a ragged breath, tears streaming down my face as he collapses on top of me. Overwhelmed by all the sensation, I press my lips to his.

But he doesn’t let me kiss him.

He won’t kiss me, but he takes my virginity in the middle of the woods. In a fucking rainstorm.

But now, he won’t even kiss me.

Chapter Thirteen

AIDEN

Ipush myself up off her, the excitement of the chase gone. I've experienced orgasms before, but being with someone, with Sara—being inside her—felt like lightning coursing through my veins with every thrust into her deliciously wet and warm pussy.

Skin to skin, flesh to flesh.

I’d waited my whole fucking life for this moment—the moment that we both shared our first time. But I never pictured it like this. How mortifying.

I feel borderline nauseous as I gather her up from the ground after putting myself away. Her legs are covered in cuts from the thick wood.

I heard her get out of bed and get dressed. I followed her silently as she thought she was escaping me. At first, I was angry, and then I found myself excited for the chase—turned on by the thought of catching and punishing her.