Page 63 of The Library

But she won’t.

I slip the knife back into my pocket, adjusting the mask on my face. The thrill of the hunt surges through me, adrenaline pumping in my veins as I take my first step toward her. The sound of her breathing, the rapid beat of her heart, echoes in the stillness of the forest. She’s running, but it’s no use. She’s mine, and I always catch what’s mine.

I give her a few minutes, letting her think she’s getting away. Letting her think she has a chance. But I know these woods like the back of my hand. I know every path, every hiding spot. She doesn’t stand a chance.

The chase is on, and Lilith doesn’t even know how close I already am.

I hear her stumbling over branches, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushes herself deeper into the woods. Thenight air is thick, the darkness wrapping around her like a shroud. Her footsteps falter, and I can hear her small, desperate noises, barely louder than the wind. She’s scared, and that fear is only turning her on more. I know it, and soon she will too.

I move through the woods with ease, my steps silent, calculated. I know exactly where she’s going. She doesn’t know these woods like I do—doesn’t realize she’s running straight into a dead end. She thinks she’s escaping, but she’s only falling deeper into my trap. Every twist, every turn she takes, I’ve planned for. Her desperation only fuels me, my every sense heightened with the thrill of the hunt.

As I get closer, I can hear her panting, her breaths uneven and panicked. She’s slowing down, exhaustion creeping into her steps, and I can almost taste the moment when I’ll catch her. My cock is already hard at the thought, straining against my jeans as I close the distance between us, each step building with the primal satisfaction of knowing she’s mine.

She doesn’t even realize I’m right behind her until it’s too late. The moment she senses me—her body freezing mid-step, the terror locking her in place—the small gasp that escapes her lips sends a jolt of heat straight through me, a predatory grin spreading across my face.

I lunge forward, grabbing her by the waist and yanking her back against me. She screams into the O-ring gag, her body thrashing wildly. Her skin is slick with sweat, her chest heaving as she struggles against me. But it’s no use. I have her now.

“Shhh,” I whisper in her ear, my voice low and menacing. “Didn’t I tell you I’d catch you? You should’ve run faster, darling.”

Her body stills for a moment, her eyes wide with fear and lust as she realizes there’s no escape. She’s trapped, completely at my mercy. I can feel her trembling in my arms, the fear palpable, but there’s something else too—something darker. She’s wet. I canfeel the heat radiating off her, and I know she’s soaking for me, just like I knew she would be.

She’s sobbing now, her body battered and bloody from the branches that tore at her skin, from falling while running blindly through the woods. Tears streak down her face, mixing with the dirt and sweat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. She’s exhausted, completely worn down, but the way her hips shift against me tells me everything I need to know. She’s still aching for me, even through the pain, even through the terror.

I drag the knife across her thigh, just enough to make her gasp but not enough to break the skin. “You like this, don’t you?” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “You like being hunted. You like the fear. It makes you wet.”

She whimpers, her body tensing as I press the blade harder against her skin, trailing it up toward her waist, cutting her just deep enough to make her bleed but not seriously hurt her. I know she’s desperate for more, even if she won’t admit it. The way her hips are bucking against me, the way she’s trying to push herself closer—it’s all the proof I need.

I spin her around, shoving her up against a nearby tree. Her back arches, her hands still bound behind her, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting a pale glow on her face. Her eyes are wild, desperate, and there’s something else there—something that makes my cock throb even harder.

She wants this.

“Look at you,” I murmur, leaning in close, the broken glass of the mask brushing against her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re scared.”

Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with raw desire as she stares up at me, helpless. There’s blood smeared across her mouth, from a branch hitting her face while she ran, but it’s not enough. I run my fingers over the fresh cut on her stomach, smearingmore of the blood across her skin. Her lips part, the O-ring gag holding them wide, vulnerable. I drag my thumb over her mouth, painting her in her own blood. She looks perfect, like the wild, untamed thing she truly is.

Without a word, I shove her to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine as I undo my belt as I wrap it around her neck, keeping one hand on the loose end, letting me tighten it as I want. The mask stays on. I grip the back of her head with my free hand, forcing her closer as I fuck her mouth through the gag, her lips stretched wide around me, blood still fresh on her skin. The sounds of her choking on my cock echo through the woods, and it makes me even harder. Her body trembles as I push deeper, the wet gags making my pulse race.

“Fuckkkk, darling,” I groan, throwing my head back, lost in the raw, filthy pleasure of it. I thrust harder, feeling her choke and gag on me, until I cum down her throat. She gags around me, choking as snot and drool drip from her nose and mouth, running down her chin, but she doesn’t break.

I pull her up roughly, releasing the O-ring gag from her mouth with a swift motion. Her lips are swollen and red, slick with drool and blood. I lift my mask just enough and crash my mouth against hers, tasting her blood and the mess that’s smeared all over her face. The slick warmth of it covers my skin, but I don’t care. It only makes me want her more.

“Say it,” I command, my voice low and dangerous. “Tell me how much you fucking want this.”

Her lips tremble, and for a moment, I think she might try to deny it. But then she looks up at me, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want it. I want you.”

“Good girl,” I growl, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her head back. “Now, run.”

Her eyes widen in shock, but before she can even process my words, I shove her away from the tree. She stumbles, almostfalling, but she catches herself at the last second, her body trembling with the rush of adrenaline.

I step back, giving her space. “I’m giving you one last chance, Lilith. Run. Run for your fucking life.”

She hesitates for a split second, her eyes darting between me and the dark forest. But then, with a wild scream, she takes off again, disappearing into the shadows.

I wait for a moment, letting her think she’s getting away, letting her believe she still has a chance. But I already know how this is going to end.

I’m going to catch her again. And when I do, I’m going to fuck her so hard she’ll never forget who she belongs to.

I move through the woods like a predator, my body thrumming with anticipation. I can hear her up ahead, stumbling through the underbrush, her breaths ragged and desperate. She’s scared. She should be. But I know that fear is turning her on just as much as it’s fueling her need to escape.

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