Losing myself in the moment, the scene around me disappeared into darkness, and I allowed myself to believe in something other than reality.
Rightthen, Jackson didn’t hate me. He didn’t think I’d betrayed him and broken his heart. Rightthen, it wasjustus, our past forgotten. He and I—the only man I ever wanted to be with—learning what it felt like to give into one another.
I should have felt guilty for leaning into the pleasure; I was, after all, cheating on Alec, but there wasn’t the slightest part of methatfelt guilt. I wanted this.
My growing climax intensified until one of Jackson’s hands lifted from my hip and his leather-covered palm smacked against my ass cheek with an almighty crack. My eyes shot open, the cornfield rushing back into my vision.
“You gonna come for me like the greedy little slut you are? You gonna come all over my cock while I pound this tight pussy?”Memories of the past flashed through my mind, killing any chance of reaching an orgasm. It was the same thing every time; unless I focused on blocking the past out, I struggled to come. When I didn’t reply, Jackson slapped my ass again.“Answer me!”
“I…I,”groaned, frustrated tears welling in my eyes.
There was another smack on my ass, harder this time, making me cry out.“You what, Kiki? You better not be thinking about fucking faking it again?”
I couldn’t stop a sob from bursting free as the tears leaked from my eyes, trailing down my cheeks and landing in the already soaking mud.“I can’t!”I cried, all trace of my climax now gone.
A guttural growl rumbled from behind me as Jackson increased his pace.“The fuck you mean you can’t? Fucking come for me, slut!”
More tears flowed as humiliation coursed through me, and when I spoke, it came out in a pitiful whisper.“I can’t. I’m…I’m broken.”
Jackson paused. Only for a second, but enough to tell me he’d heard. He began thrusting again, gripping my hips harder as he plowed into me from behind. His pants turned desperate, and after several more pumps, the warmth of his release flooded my core.
Pulling out of me, he untied my hands, my aching arms falling helplessly to my sides. With my cheek still resting in the mud, I watched through watery eyes asJackson tucked his cock away. He pulled the mask off, his eyes fixed on where my ass was still exposed and sticking up in the air, his release seeping out of me.
His gaze met mine, and a snarl twisted on his features.“You’re fucking pathetic, you knowthat?”
Misery slivered through me like a disease at the harsh words from the man I once loved. As much as the mask had scared me, I wished he’d left it on sothatI didn’t have to see the hateful glare he was giving me.
Any form of response lodged in my throat as he stood before stomping over to where he’d thrown his knife. Bending down to grab it, he turned his back on me as he took several steps away from where I remained as still as a statue in the mud.
Realizing he was about to leave, fear replaced the humiliation racing through me, and before I could stop myself, words tumbled out of my mouth.
“Jackson.”He paused mid-stride, twisting to look at me over his shoulder.“Please…”I begged, rolling onto my ass, and looking up at him, hoping I could appeal to the part of him I knew was buried deep down, past his hurt and hatred for me.“Please. I know you hate me, but don’t leave me here alone. I’m…I’m scared.”
Chapter 13
Jackson
Ihad every intention of leaving her alone in the field. What else was I going to do with her? I’d gotten what I wanted: to finally know what her cunt felt like, and from the evidence of my come leaking out of her,thatmission had been accomplished.
My whole plan had played out perfectly. She had no choice but to drive past the cornfield to reach the location I’d sent to her—the address for my family cottage.Justwhen she was approaching, I hit the button to trigger the device I’d installed in her car a few days ago when she’d stopped by James’ place. A devicethatkilled the power to the car.
I knew she’d be fucking terrified of the cornfield, and truthfully, I hadn’t expected her to run when she saw me coming with the scarecrow mask. I figured she’d stay in her car and attempt to fight me, but it wassomuch fucking better seeing her frightened face seconds before she bolted.
It warmed my blackened soul.
The whole time I was following her, I was hard as steel, the Little General desperate to sink into something warm and tight, and damn, did her cunt exceed my expectations.
I’d always planned to leave her after I got what I wanted; I wasevengoing to be kind enough to let her car restart so she could drive herself home.
But then she said those words.
“I’m scared.”
She’d sounded so fucking smallthatI couldn’t help but remember her as the young girl who confessed her nightmares to me while we cuddled in her treehouse. Guilt slammed into me, and despite my brain yelling at me tojustwalk away, my heart screamed not to leave her.
My heart won, which was why she was huddled under a blanket in the passenger side of the truck I’d opted to use for the evening, attempting to warm her hands against the shitty heater.
Neither of us spoke, and while I focused on the road ahead, my mind replayed the moment I thrust inside her for the first time. Christ, I was getting hard againjustthinking about it.
