Another laugh followed, this time, a few octaves lighter.“You heard. I fuck you with either my knife or my cock.”He held the knife up, his gloved hand clasping the black handle as the blade shimmered under the bright moon.“Your choice. What’s it to be, Kiki?”
Kiki.
My brows pulled together. “Jackson?”
I should have known. Of course he’d use my childhood trauma to torment me. Fury flowed through my body, tinged with relief at knowing he wouldn’t kill me, but it was short-lived when he pressed the tip of the knife into my neck. A sharp sting caused me to gasp, and I was certain he’d drawn blood.
Powerless to move under his weight, I gaped up at him, horrifiedthathe’d wounded me.“What are you doing?”I squealed, my high-pitched voice unrecognizable.
“Teaching you a lesson for disobeying my order.”
Before my brain had a chance to process the turn of events, Jackson was off me, and I was flipped onto my stomach, my face landing in the mud, which filled my nostrils and my mouth, making me splutter.
I attempted to pull myself up, but Jackson shoved my head down, more mud coating my face before he grabbed my arms, yanking them behind my back, and straddling my thighs.
Rough material brushed against my arms, and managing to turn my head, I watched in horror as Jackson tied a thick rope around my wrist. When he shifted off me, I tried to move, but he’d tied the rope too tightly.
The muscles in my arms screamed in protest at the position they were in, made worse when Jackson grabbed my hips, lifting my ass into the air.
“Jackson, please,”I pleaded, knowing it was futile.“Please, let me go.”
He leaned over, grabbing a chunk of my hair and lifting my head back so I had no choice but to stare at his masked face. Despite knowing it was Jackson underneath the scarecrow, my heart pounded with fright.
Regret slammed into me like a freight train. I’d confided in him when we were teenagers, telling himjusthow terrified I had been when I was lost in the cornfield, and how,evenyears later, I still had nightmares about an evil scarecrow chasing me.
He would comfort me, telling methathe would never let the scary scarecrow hurt me.
And yet, here he was. Bringing my nightmare to life.
“Beg all you want, Kiki. It makes me hard to hear your protests.”As if to prove his point, he thrust his hard cock against my ass.“Besides, it won’t change anything. I’ve waited long enough to fuck this cunt, I’m not waiting any longer.”
Releasing me, and unable to put my hands out to protect my fall, my face crashed into the mud again. A gasp fell from my mouth as the cold blade of the knife was placed under the waistband of my pants.
The tearing of material filtered into the night as Jackson sliced the weapon over my hip and down to my leg. Cool air hit my exposed skin as he lowered my cut pants to my thighs, and with another flick of the knife, my panties were torn from my body.
An appreciative growl rumbled low from behind me as the handle—at least, Ihopedit was the handle—of the knife slid along the length of my slit several times before pressing against my clit.
Against my will, a delicious shiver traveled the length of my spine as Jackson moved the handle in small circles, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves. My hands fisted behind my back, my body betraying my brain’s attempt to ignore the flicker of pleasure growing between my legs.
“I couldn’t wait to claim this pussy when we were younger, Kiki,”Jackson said, his voice tinged with malice as he continued his teasing.“I was going to make surethatno other fucker got to experience being inside. But youjusthad to go and stealthatfrom me, didn’t you?”
“Ah!”I gasped as a pang of pain shot through me when Jackson thrust the handle inside me.
I clamped my eyes closed as he moved it in and out of me several times, pain replaced by desire, and without meaning to, my pussy clenched around the handle. When Jackson removed it, I was left feeling empty.
“Such a filthy whore, aren’t you, Kiki? Look how you’ve coated my knife with your need to be fucked,”Jackson growled.
From the corner of my eye, I managed to peer over my shoulder to find him holding the knife up. He’d lifted his mask up, enough for me to see his handsome face as he gazed up at the knife. Feeling my eyes on him, a menacing smile pulled at his lips, his dimples appearing as he lowered the handle and sucked my juices off the length of it.
Fuck.Thatshould not have had my core clenching.Nothingabout this should have been making my core grow slicker, and yet…it was.
Throwing the knife to one side, Jackson lowered the mask again, covering his face as he unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his hard cock.“Ready to be fucked by your worst nightmare, Kiki?”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer before he lined his cock up at my entrance and slammed inside of me in one powerful thrust. Another gasp left me, only this time, the pain didn’t follow, but a burst of pleasure when Jackson’s cock hit a spot inside of methatAlec had never been able to find.
“Holy fucking shit,”Jackson gritted out.“There I was thinking your cunt would be loose from all the cocks you’ve had, but this—”he pulled out before slamming back into me“—this cunt, is so damn tight.”
Gripping my hips with his gloved hands, Jackson began pumping in and out of me, his pants and groans reverberating around us. I kept my eyes closed as every thrust hit the same spot, causing a sensation to start building inside of methatwould usually take meforeverto get to.
