Not needing to be told twice, I rush out of there like my ass is on fire and head straight for the woods. I know it’s fucking cliché and every stupid bitch in the movies runs into the woods and gets caught, but I need the cover of the trees to help hide me from them as I try and find my way out of this place!
Forgive me Father. I know the weekend of your resurrection is approaching and I should be in church repenting for being so aroused over the fact I am being hunted by three masked strangers who want to do naughty things to my pussy.
CHAPTER SIX
VEGAH
The three of us stand at the edge of the woods. I crack my neck side to side and roll my shoulders as I allow the anticipation to course through me. The thrill of the hunt has my cock rock hard, begging for release. Her fiery attitude and sassy mouth only serve to enhance my hunger for her and the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.
“How hard are we pushing her?” Dimitri asks as he bounces on the balls of his feet.
“I want her begging,” Vlad adds.
“Push her until she breaks or uses the safeword,” I say, then take off into the woods, hunting down our prosecutor. I admit, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her since we first fucked her at the Dungeon. We were supposed to strong-arm her that night and break the bitch down until she told us everything we wanted to know, but then shit changed when she begged us to tie her up and inflict as much as we could. She let me turn that ass red and leave imprints on her skin that lasted days.
No woman has ever been able to handle my urges in the bedroom. Dimitri takes everything I give him and returns it, but there has always been something missing between us. Given the life we live, it’s not a good look to have a Don that has aboyfriend. I turned down the chance to lead my family because I refused to give Dimitri up. That’s the truth to the story, not the one my brother lies about and tells everyone that it's because he was the better choice.
I cut through the trees and dodge all the fallen debris. She won’t make it far in this cold and without shoes. This hunt is the perfect form of torture on the mind. We’re allowing her to think she actually has a chance to escape us, when the reality is there is no escape. The entire property is fenced. She’ll never make it out of here and I long to see the broken look on her face when she realizes she is doomed to be in here with us until she gives up the intel we need.
When I spot her up ahead, I slow my pace and quiet my steps as I duck behind a tree for cover. The three of us have the lights on our masks turned off to better help us hide from her and not be spotted. She pauses and looks around frantically. She looks fucking edible in nothing but her flesh. I want to see her bleed and taste the metallic tang of her blood on my tongue. I long for it, crave it even.
She takes off running again. I chase but keep my distance. I see Dimitri and Vladimir out of the corner of my eye, spreading out so we can cut her off. Dimitri heads right and takes a wide birth. Vlad goes left and prepares to cut her off, while I hold up the rear. It’s fucking thrilling knowing that we’re about to corner our prey and take her down.
I increase my pace in time to see Dimitri dart in front of her. She tries to skid to a stop, loses her footing and falls to the ground, but pushes to her feet quickly and turns to the left. But Vlad stands there with the lights on his mask shining bright. I flick mine on in time for her to whirl around and see me standing there. All three of us are shirtless and wear only our pants. She shifts so she can keep all three of us in her sights. She may claim she wants her freedom but the way she drinks in the sight of ournaked flesh tells another story. All my tattoos are displayed. She runs her gaze over them, trying to get a better look but unable to see shit in the poor lighting of the moon.
All three of us are covered in ink, but the tattoo that stands out the most is the one tattooed between our shoulder blades,Frondozo Familia.
“My turn!” she shouts.
I scoff. “Game’s over, Prosecutor. You’ve been caught, now it’s time for your punishment,” I say as I stalk toward her. She looks like a deer caught in the headlights. Her fight or flight instincts are kicking in and I hunger for her to fight back. I want her to scream for mercy and beg.
“You cheated,” she hisses as she takes a step back. She keeps darting her eyes between us, trying to keep track of our movements.
“Never said we wouldn’t,” Vlad adds as he moves toward her. As if Dimitri can read her mind, he rushes forward just as she turns to flee. She makes it two steps before he is tackling her to the ground. She cries out and starts bucking her hips to throw him off. He entertains her fight and shifts his weight to the side to allow her to think she won. The second she tries to crawl away from him, I block her path.
She cranes her head back and scowls up at me, looking like an angry little devil. “You have the look of a goddess but the hunger of a sinner.” Her jaw locks at my assessment. I crouch down in front of her and grip her chin in a bruising hold, making her wince. “There is no redemption for people like us, only damnation. Quit wasting the Lord's time and attending service every Sunday. He knows you’re a liar just like we do, Prosecutor.” She reels back and jerks her head free of my hold.
“How the fuck do you know I go to church?” The shock is evident in her tone.
“We know everything there is to know about you, Jenna Powel,” I answer as the others come to crowd around her.
“What exactly is it that you want from me, because I know it isn’t just to fuck me?” Her tone is filled with anger.
“Oh, but it is. That pussy is fucking perfection and we love it,” Vlad announces.
“I’m not stupid,.” she bites out.
“You sure?” Dimitri mocks.
She scoffs. “I know there is no escape from this place,” she answers.
“Then why run?” I press.
A sinister look flashes across her face as she rests back on her haunches, then reaches out on either side of her to grip Vlad and Dimitri’s pants and tugs them forward.
“I fucking love to be chased, it gets me so damn wet and needy,” she says, then moans. I inhale sharply through my nose. She pulls the front of their pants down and grins when their cocks spring free. None of us are wearing boxers, we thought it was better to go without them for quicker access. She keeps her gaze on me and moans when she grips their cocks in her hands, making them both hiss when she begins to pump them.
She’s fucking baiting me.
