Page 43 of Hollow Forest

But then, he stood.

I whimpered in protest as he rose over me.

The monster stepped forward as I pathetically scrambled back. He caught me and bent me over. His mouth found mine. The kiss was electric. A delicious pulse shot through my body, vibrating through every nerve. I opened my mouth to him, my body surrendering even as my mind screamed at the trickery!

The masked man groaned. The sound rumbled deep in his chest and throat. He bent me farther, but at the same time pulled me closer. Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could feel his cock straining against me.

Heavens above! That was a thick, hard cock.

I let out a half moan, half cry.

His kisses turned punishing. They devoured and bruised my lips.

But I couldn’t bring myself to care.

He pulled back. Those black eyes were molten. Darkness was supposed to be sweet, but his eyes were harsh and dangerous.

“I’ve burned for you, Samantha,” he confessed. “I crave you, night and day. And now, I’m going to take you.”

Those words cut through me like a knife. They left a jagged wound on my heart, and I knew when it healed, there would be a scar. This man had imprinted himself on my very being.

There would never be an escape. When I left, I would take the unhealed wound with me…to my grave.

Without warning, the monster flipped me around. My breasts, stomach, and thighs pressed hard against the freshly tiled shower wall. He tapped my left ankle, forcing my stance wider.

Miraculously, I kept my balance.

“Look at you, so eager for me.”

I realized with a rush of awareness that my hips tipped toward him, inviting him to continue.

And he did, brushing his fingers between my thighs. They slipped against my pussy, and he groaned.

I was helpless to resist.

And I didn’t want to.

No, I was fucking lunatic who wanted his savage attention. My body had been on fire since our first encounter. That had been sparks, easy to ignore. As the days passed, the embers turned into flames, until now I, too, burned for him.

“My beautiful, murderous creature,” he rasped, lips pressing against the curve of my neck.

I tipped my head to the side to give him better access, not caring that he sensed the truth about me. I felt the same dangerous energy pulsing from him. We were alike. It made me wonder what would happen if I spilled the truth. If my horrible secrets didn’t make him run, what then?

Behind me, the sound of a zipper opening ripped through the void. I was lost in ecstasy as he yanked my hips back and impaled his cock fully inside me. One thrust, and we were joined.

A scream tore from me.

He was so big, it felt like he was tearing me open.

“Breathe, beautiful.” His command scraped against my pulse. “You can take me. You were made for me. I just need you to breathe.”

I took a shuddering breath. “Do your worst, monster.”

A gruff laugh was his only response.

It should have been a warning.

His cock slammed into me again. Pain battled with pleasure as my senses were drowned with the two conflicting emotions. My body scraped against the shower wall. He moved one hand to trap my chin, and the other moved down to my pussy, his fingers running triumphantly through my slick slit. Fireworks sparked inside me.