Still trying to decide, I step around the rock. Instead of seeing a cowering, wet Maddie, there’s nothing but empty space. I look further up the beach and laugh when I see her scaling the small dune that will put her at the edge of the woods that run along the other side of the house. I watch her start to slide and then dig her heels in before turning to look back at me. She has the nerve to give me a cutesy wave before grabbing onto a tree limb and hoisting herself up the rest of the way. Another flash of lightning has me groaning at the sight of her wet clothes clinging to her body.
“Okay, sweetheart, let’s fucking play.”
Chapter 9
Maddie
Idon’t think my heart has ever beat this fucking fast before. Rain pelts my body, relentless and determined to saturate every damn inch of me. Goosebumps cover my skin, and when my hands slip from the branch yet again, I let out a loud curse and look back over my shoulder. Volodya is no longer standing by the rock. He’s racing across the sand, looking every bit like a wolf who’s seconds away from devouring the scared little rabbit.
I’m very aware that I’m the rabbit. Fear and excitement race through me, and it’s a thrill unlike anything I’ve ever felt. The man is terrifying, and a part of me is scared about what’s to come, but that fear is a large part of why my pussy is throbbing right now. I’m soaked, and it has nothing to do with the rain.
Kicking my ass in gear, I scramble up the ledge, not caring that I’m covered in sand and dirt. I run for the line of trees right as I hear him yell my name. I turn, my hand gripping the bark of the closest tree and see him standing at the edge. He’d gotten up that cliff way too damn easily, and now he’s standing there like some sort of angry devil. The flash of lightning revealing his sinister grin just adds to the moment, that extra bit of creepy on top of an already scary-ass moment.
I don’t wait to see what he’s going to do next. I just run, bolting into the dark woods like my ass is on fire. Knowing it’s pointless to even try to keep my breathing under control, I don’t waste the energy on it. I pant and swear to myself that I’m going to work on my cardio if I live through the night. At least the woods aren’t overgrown with shrubs and sticker bushes and shit. My feet pound on the wet, muddy ground, and when I see a large tree trunk that’s fallen over up ahead, I dive for it, curling myself into a ball on the other side with my back pressed up against the hard bark. My arms are wrapped tightly around my legs as I try like hell to catch my breath. My lungs ache from breathing in the cold air, and I’m shivering so badly my teeth are clicking. I’ve never felt so alive in my entire life.
After several minutes of straining to hear anything aside from rain and distant thunder, I lift my head. Peeking over the tree, I dart my eyes around, trying like hell to spot Volodya’s broad shoulders, but I can’t see anything. It’s darker in the woods, and there’s no lightning to give me a glimpse of my predator. My fingers dig into the bark as I very quietly pull myself to standing. My legs feel unsteady, and my whole body is shaking from the cold and fear. Every nerve is on high alert, and I swear I’m about two seconds away from a stroke.
The suspense is killing me, and when I hear what sounds like a branch snapping off to my left, I jerk my head around. There’s nothing there that I can see, and I’m just about to let out the breath I’ve been holding when Volodya presses his body against mine, cutting off my scream of pure terror by clamping a large hand over my mouth.
“Caught you,” he whispers in my ear.
I struggle against him, feeling his hard, bare chest against my back and the enormous hard-on that’s digging into me. When I wiggle some more, he groans and rocks his hips.
“That’s right,kiska, fight me.”
I claw at his hand and try to wiggle away, but it’s not so I can escape him. If I get free, I’m just going to run and hope like hell he chases me again. I don’t want to be free of him. I want to be dominated by him. I want him to make everything else cease to exist. I want him to consume me.
When I run my tongue up the palm of his hand, he growls something in Russian and pulls his hand away. I suck in a quick breath, but it quickly dies in my throat when I see the blade glinting in his other hand. This isn’t some fucking toy pocket knife. It’s a long, scary-as-fuck looking thing with a serrated edge on one side.
“Going to piss yourself again, sweetheart?” he taunts, giving a low chuckle.
I answer honestly. “I might.”
“Don’t move,kiska.”
A squeak passes my lips before I can stop it as he runs the tip of the blade under my shirt. The white, soaked fabric is completely see through at this point, and I watch as the knife rises between my breasts. My breaths are coming so fast that I feel like I’m in danger of hyperventilating.
“Just breathe,” he whispers against my skin while he brings his other hand up to cup my tit, giving it a squeeze and running his thumb over my nipple. I don’t have big breasts, but they look even smaller in his massive hand. If it wasn’t for his hard cock pressing into me, I’d be worried that he might be disappointed, but he seems anything but. My eyes are locked on the way he’s tweaking my nipple, and it takes me a second to realize I’m rocking my hips, grinding my ass against him in a shameless display of need.
“Last chance to tell me to stop, baby.” He opens his mouth and digs his teeth into my neck like he’s seconds away from taking a bite out of me.
“I don’t want you to stop.” I barely recognize the sound of my ragged voice, and when he angles the blade of the knife out and my shirt splits with frightening ease, I let out a moan and reach a hand up to cup the back of his head.
When my shirt is split down the middle, he groans and slides the blade down under my sleep shorts. I stop rocking my hips because I know how damn sharp his knife is, and no way in hell do I want to accidentally get cut anywhere near my precious clit.
“I’m going to break you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin in between kisses and sharp nips. “You shouldn’t have let me catch you.”
“I wanted you to,” I whisper.
“All I know how to do is break things, Maddie.”
“Then break me,” I pant, meaning every damn word of it. “I trust you, Volodya. Break me and then bring me back to life.”
With a growl, he cuts through my shorts and panties and then slams the blade down, sinking it into the tree trunk. His hands slide down my body, roughly peeling the wet, torn pieces of clothing from me until I’m completely naked.
“Fuck,kiska,” he growls against my neck, cupping my tits and pinching my nipples as I rest the back of my head against him, tilting my face up while the rain hits me. He slides a hand between my legs and cups my pussy in a possessive grip that pulls an embarrassingly loud moan from me.
His deep laugh vibrates against my back. “You know what I think?” He rests a finger along my slit, firmly pressing against me but not dipping inside. “I think you want me to own every damn inch of you. I think my little pussycat wants to be completely ravaged by my cock.”
