He’s barreling toward me, appearing from behind a broad tree.
My heel sinks deeper into the snow as I try to take off running. But I’m not fast enough as I turn in the direction that’ll lead me back to the mansion, and the mysterious masked man quickly gains ground.
The cold air bites as I gasp and fight through the snow, but my legs are so weak and I’m so depleted, that even as I urge myself to go faster, I can’t. Physically, I’ve maxed out.
I lose my footing on a small slope, crashing into a snowbank that eats half my body in one swallow, the breath knocked out of me in a wheezing gasp. I scramble up, fingers digging into the icy flakes, but it’s already too late.
I’m ripped up from the ground by tight, broad arms. Plucked from the snowy earth like nothing.
A scream falls from my lips as I leave the ground and find myself trapped by the thick muscular arms wrapped around my torso.
“LEMMEGO!” I scream senselessly, kicking my legs.
But I’m ignored as he hoists me up and squeezes me tight enough to choke the air out of me. I go from screaming for freedom to gasping for a basic need like air.
His strength is almost superhuman. It’s almost animalistic as the arms barred across my torso bear down harder and the air is throttled out of me.
I claw at his arms, eyes wide as my head swims. It’s impossible to make sense of what’s happening when it all seems so abrupt and random.
It feels so senseless.
“STOP!” I sputter at the top of my lungs as if it’ll matter. “PLEASE!”
But he answers my pleas for help with thick, guttural grunts. His breath brushes against my ear and the side of my face as he heaves air and breathes like an animal.
It’s almost as if he’s enjoying the moment. He’s basking in the visceral details of what it means to clench me in his arms andliterally crush me.
Dizziness rolls over me as I fight to stay alert. The trees suddenly feel like they’re shifting before my eyes, the thin snowflakes in the air twisting this way and that.
Still, I refuse to give up, thrashing in his hold even as I struggle and breathing becomes a luxury.
“Let… me… go…” I sputter, coughing as he only squeezes tighter and breathes harder into my ear.
He drags his nose along the curve of my throat, and I realize through my dizzy haze that he’s smelling me. He’s savoring me, learning my scent the way a dog would.
My pulse beats faster and harder with this level of awareness, as if responding to him in the most primal way.
His mask presses into the side of my face and throat as he holds me to him and pants into my ear. His hands begin to wander, sliding down the curves of my body like the uncivilized brute he is.
Yet as his large, dominant hands travel across my breasts and stomach and hips, the same sense of thrill thrums through me.
I squirm in his grasp to no real difference as he holds me tight and gropes my left breast. He husks deep, ragged breaths into the air, holding me pressed against his broad, hard body like it’s where I belong.
My voice is lost as I stare wide-eyed at the blanket of snow surrounding us. I can’t make sense of anything that’s happening,lost and afraid and body humming from a source I don’t want to admit.
The predator’s hands squeeze my hips and then slip lower, pushing one down the front of my leggings. I gasp at the sudden maneuver, going still in his arms for the first time.
He husks deeper breaths. He makes a thick, primitive sound that echoes in my ears and the rest of my body against my consent.
His hand slides past my mons pubis where my fuzzy, coarse patch of hair is, and he cups my warm sex like he’s finally found the treasure he’s been searching for.
My delicate, soft pussy meets his rough, calloused palm as he slides it back and forth, digging the base of it into me.
My pulse roars in my ears. My thighs quake. I arch against him as he mashes his palm against my pussy and tiny shocks of pleasure start up.
Wrong. So, so wrong.
“P-please,” I sputter.
