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“You fucking slut.” He tightens his grip around my neck but brings his other gloved hand to my mouth. “Open.” I swallow hard and then do as he says. He presses the tip of his glove into my mouth. “Bite down.” I do, catching the end of the glove. He pulls against it, removing his hand from the glove.

My heart pounds with anticipation as he finds the skin of my stomach with his bare hand. His touch is hot, his hand rough. And as he drops lower, I realize I want him to. Maybe I’ve always been a little fucked up, but this is a whole new level for me.

“Shut up,” he says, causing me to pause. “Turn it off. You don’t get to listen to this.”

I have no idea what he’s talking about, and his hand disappears from beneath my shirt. I hear something hit the leaves a few feet away. Before I can process it though, his hand is back, and it’s moving fast.

“I don’t like a fucking audience, Little Red.” His chin lands against my shoulder, his fingers dip lower, unsnapping my shorts. “And this is my fun to have tonight. If you’re going to be a slut before you die, it’ll be mine to enjoy.”

I almost protest, but he dips his fingers between my legs. If there was any indication that I wasn’t turned on before he touched me, it’s gone now. He lets out a groan, tinged with surprise.

“You’re soaked,” he rumbles. He holds me against him, my head tipped back as two fingers press inside of me.

I choke on a moan as I clench my thighs around his hand. I instigated this, and now as he finger fucks me, I’m nearing the edge of an orgasm. I never orgasm. Jared’s only managed to get me there a handful of times, and all the rest I faked. This is on a whole new level of unlocked crazy.

And I can’t refrain from bucking against his touch, my ass grinding on his full hard on. He groans with every stroke, and my whimpers turn to whines and then cries. Everything about this is wrong, but I ride the high.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps as I come, my pussy bearing down around his fingers. I let out a long moan, his fingers loosed around my throat.

And then reality slams into me.

“If you’re going to be a slut before you die…”

Oh, hell no. Adrenaline replaces the arousal, and I feel recharged. The tree is clearer than ever, and I lunge forward before his hand is ever out of my pants. The motion catches him by surprise, and I slip through his grasp.

“Fucking hell,” he explodes from behind me.

I don’t think about him or his anger. I don’t let the disgust with myself in. I keep my eyes on the tree and scramble, my sore feet aching as I jump into the chair-like split. However, as I grab for the bark, a heavy hand lands on my back. I find my voice.

And I scream.

He drags me backward, but I continue to claw at the tree, desperate to escape. I kick out my feet, connecting with his crotch. He grunts, and I realize he’s no longer hard. Not that it matters. His hand slaps across my mouth.

“You almost played me, Little Red,” he growls into my ear as I start to lose my senses, the strong scent of chemicals filling my nostrils. “No one’s ever done that before. Maybe you really are a demon.”

I mumble an incoherent protest, and then everything goes black.

Chapter Four

Luca

I stand over Emma’s limp body, lying there on the damp forest floor. I don’t know if the chloroform killed her. I’ve only used it one other time—and it killed the guy within about forty-five minutes. It’s a last resort weapon, and Emma nearly made it up the tree. I couldn’t let that happen.

Pursing my lips, I lean over her. With the same two fingers that were inside her pussy only moments ago, I check her pulse. Her jean shorts are still unbuttoned. My fingers still smell like her, and as my cock grows rigid with unsatisfied need, I feel a faint heartbeat.

“We’ll see if you stay this way,” I grunt as I remove my hand from her neck. I should’ve just finished her when the belt was wrapped around her neck, but the moment she ground against me, I was fucked. She’s not the first to try to seduce her way out of death, but it’s the first time I’ve ever gotten hard in the middle of it.

I reach down and re-button her jean shorts. I dropped my earbud somewhere back in the woods, not liking the sound of Manny’s voice in my ear as I finger fucked Emma. I pull out my phone and alert for the earpiece, not wanting to leave it here. A light pinging noise pierces the night air, and I follow it until I recover the bud. Brushing it off, I stick it back in my ear and return to Emma.

“I still heard some of it,” Manny chuckles. “Turning into a sexual sadist?”

“Nope,” I tell him, scooping Emma up and heading back to the house.

“Yeah, okay. Well, is it done now?”

I hesitate, glancing down at the pale, freckled face of the woman. I know the best course of action would be to kill her now, and get this whole endeavor over with, but…I’m too intrigued. “How many days do we have to finish this?”

“So the answer is no, she’s not dead,” Manny laughs. “I like this new style of yours. What’re you gonna do with her? Should I have the jet ready? Or are you gonna drive?”

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