I glance back once—stupid mistake. My foot slips.
Mud gives way, and I go down hard. My knees hit first, then my palms. I slide in the muck, cold and filthy, heart tripping over itself in panic. But I scramble up again—fast, wild, and alive.
I’m not running to win. I’m running to be caught.
And when he does… he’ll take me down in the dirt, pin me to the forest floor, shove his cock into my ass the way he promised. He’ll fuck me until I’m shaking and crying from the stretch, the shame, the sick, beautifulreliefof giving him everything. That’s when he’ll own me.
Completely.
Irrevocably.
Forever.
But not yet. Not quite. So I run.
Trees blur past, and the wind howls low through the canopy. Rain slicks every surface and turns the ground to treachery.
My thighs ache. My skin’s scraped raw from thorns I don’t see. Every breath is a scream. And still, I don’t stop. Because part of me wants to see how far I’ll make it before he claims what he’s already decided is his.
My ass clenches at the thought—at the filthy, brutal promise of what’s coming. Every branch that snaps behind me tightens the coil in my belly. Every footfall I don’t hear is another second I know I’m losing.
He’s close. I can feel it. And I know he’s watching me right now. He’s smiling and lining up the ultimate move. Preparing to strike.
And when he does… I won’t beg him not to. I’ll beg him not to stop.
A branch snaps behind me, louder than the rest.
Closer.
Too close.
I twist, legs slipping again in the mud—and that’s when I see him. He steps out of the dark like something conjured, not born.
The black mask glistens with rain, white bone etched into a grinning skull. Hollow eyes flash as he moves through the trees. A nightmare made flesh.
And every step he takes makes my pulse throb with want. My breath rips out of me.
Water streams down the sharp planes of his shoulders, and clings to every hard-cut line beneath soaked fabric. He’s silent. Unhurried. Certain.
Predators don’t rush the hunt.
Something inside me goes liquid. Because seeing that mask in the dark, seeing him this way, doesn’t make me want to scream. It makes me want to be caught.
He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to.
I turn to run, but it’s too late.
Bastien grips me—arms wrapping around my waist, dragging me down into the soaked forest floor with an animalistic growl.
I scream. Not in fear. In need.
He flips me over and shoves me down into the earth. My knees skid in the wet leaves, hands digging into the dirt. My breath explodes from my lungs, every part of me thrashing, writhing—not to escape, but to give him the fight he wants.
“You remember what I told you I was going to do to you?” he snarls, dragging my soaked pants down my thighs.
I moan, shivering. “Yes.”
That fat cock grinds between my ass cheeks—hard, thick and relentless.
