Page 58 of Cedarwood Cabin

“If you’re trying to scare me, Lyka, it’s not working.”

A sinister laugh escapes his lips. “You have no idea who you’re dealing with, Flora.”

Lyka pulls the ax from the wall with ease. Without a word, he storms out of the barn. I follow him, anger boiling inside me.

“You don’t scare me!” I exclaim.

“Fuck off!” he snaps as he heads towards the trees.

Determined not to let him walk away from this, I catch up to him. I reach out and shove his shoulder, making him stop. He grunts and turns slowly, his eyes empty. I push his chest, feeling his fury.

“You…won't…do…shit,” I taunt.

He clenches his jaw and his face fills with rage. Dropping the ax, his hand shoots out and grabs my throat. With force, he slams me against a tree, my head and back colliding against the rough bark.

My eyes fill with tears and I gasp for breath. “Hurt me. Go on. If that makes you feel like a man.”

His nostrils flare. I feel the pressure constricting my airway as he grips my throat tighter. His eyes are emotionless, dark, and scary.

“Hurt me, Lyka!”

He yanks down my jeans along with my panties. Before I can react, he picks me up, my legs dangling as he kicks away my discarded clothing. Without delay, he pulls down his jeans and underwear, his erect cock springing free. He grips my thighs, hoisting me up again and pinning me against the tree. The rough bark digs into my back, giving me a sharp pain.

“Pain…You want fucking pain,” he hisses.

Before I can respond, he thrusts his hips forward, his cock slamming into my pussy with a force that makes me scream. “Lyka!”

He doesn't listen or give me time to adjust. His hips pound into me, each thrust driving me harder against the bark. I can feel it scraping through my T-shirt, cutting into my skin. There is pain yet pleasure as they blend together.

I let out little whimpers. My hands lock together behind his neck, gripping tightly as if holding on for dear life. He grunts with each thrust. I can hardly see because my eyes are filled with tears.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“Mhmm,” I whimper.

“Good,” he grunts.

The bark cuts deeper into my back, the sting adding to the moment. I move my hand to his shoulders, my nails digging in, scraping against his skin. Tears stream down my face and my body quivers with each thrust.

He suddenly drops me to my feet and I stagger, trying to find my balance. I feel the blood dripping down my back. Before I can react, his hand is firm and commanding at the back of my neck as he turns me around.

“I think you can take more. Now hold the fucking tree,” he demands.

The rough bark presses against my skin as I place my arms around the tree. My face is pushed up against the harsh surface, feeling the sting of the bark biting into my cheek. He spreads my legs with his knee, forcing them apart. Without any warning, he thrusts his cock into my pussy again.

His fingers dig into my skin with a bruising force as he begins to fuck me from behind. I try to pull my face away from the tree, but his hand holds my neck firmly.

His cock fills me completely. My hands grip the tree tighter, my fingers digging into the bark as I let out loud moans.

He slams into me with force as he grips my hips, pulling me back to meet each of his thrusts.

“This is what you wanted, right?” he groans.

My legs shake as my body trembles. My knees feel like they are going buckle.

“Fuck, you’re pussy is stretching so well for me.”

I can't help but moan, the sound escaping my lips despite the pain.

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