"Look how fucking wet you are," I growl, sliding two fingers through her slick folds. "Running from me got you this wet? Or was it being caught?"
She moans, her back arching off the ground as I push those fingers inside her, feeling her tight walls clench around me. I'm not gentle. I don't go slow.
"Both," she gasps, her eyes locked on mine through the mask. "Knowing you were hunting me—oh, fuck!"
I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes her whole body jerk. "You like being prey? Like knowing I was tracking you, stalking you through the dark?"
"Yes," she moans, her hips grinding against my hand. "God, yes."
I withdraw my fingers, ignoring her whimper of protest. I bring them to my mouth and suck her juices off them. The taste of her explodes on my tongue—sweet, tangy, perfect.
"Fucking delicious," I growl. "But I need more."
I grab her hips and flip her over onto her stomach in one fluid motion. She gasps as I pull her ass up, positioning her on her hands and knees. I press a hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her chest down to the ground while keeping her ass high in the air.
"Stay," I command, like she's a fucking dog. Like she's my pet to command.
The thing about being her best friend? I know exactly how to ruin her. And exactly how to love her after.
Chapter 33
Reese
My face is pressed into the dirt, my ass high in the air, and I've never felt more alive in my fucking life.
The cool forest floor scrapes against my bare skin as I struggle to breathe through the overwhelming sensations. Leaves and twigs dig into my palms, my knees, my cheeks—but I don't care. All I care about is the masked man behind me, the phantom who hunted me through these woods and caught me like I was always meant to be caught.
"Fuck," I gasp as I feel Ramsey's large hands spread my ass cheeks apart, exposing me completely to the night air. I should feel humiliated, degraded even, but instead, I'm so turned on I can barely think straight.
"Look at these pretty little holes," he growls, his voice distorted and dangerous. "All mine to use however I want."
I whimper, pressing my forehead harder into the dirt as I feel a warm glob of his spit land directly on my asshole.It slides slowly down toward my pussy, which is already embarrassingly wet. Another thick stream of spit follows, this one landing right on my cunt.
"Please," I beg, not even sure what I'm begging for. More? Less? All of it?
His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back until my spine arches painfully. "Please what? Please fuck this tight little cunt? Please wreck this virgin asshole? Tell me what you want, prey."
My entire body shudders at his filthy words. This isn't the Ramsey I've known for four years. This is something else entirely.
"Yes," I moan, pushing my ass back against his hand. "Anything. Everything. Just fucking touch me."
He laughs, the sound muffled by the mask but no less terrifying. "Oh, I'm going to do more than touch you, baby girl." His finger presses against my asshole, not quite breaching it but applying enough pressure to make me gasp. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else."
I feel him shift behind me, and then his cock is sliding through my folds, coating itself in my wetness. He's huge and hard and hot against me, and I whimper with need as he teases me, rubbing the head against my clit.
"You want this cock?" he asks, his voice rough with desire. "You want me to split this tight little cunt open?"
"Yes," I cry out, trying to push back against him, desperate for him to fill me. "God, yes. Please."
"Say it," he demands, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise while the other tangles in my hair, yanking my head back. "Tell me exactly what you want."
He doesn't wait for me to answer. Without warning, he slams into me, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. I scream, my fingers clawing at the forest floor as he bottoms out inside me. The force of it shoves me forward, my face grinding against the dirt and leaves.
"Fuck!" I cry out, the sensation of being so completely filled overwhelming me. He's huge, stretching me past what I thought possible, the burn making my eyes water.
He doesn't give me time to adjust. His hips pull back and slam forward again, setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. Each thrust drives me deeper into the earth beneath us, my knees scraping against twigs and rocks.
"This what you wanted?" he growls, one hand gripping my hip while the other tangles in my hair, yanking my head back painfully. "To be fucked like an animal in the dirt?"
