Page 5 of Theirs to Chase

His chest rises and falls, as if he’s physically holding back. I realize, I don’t want him to—his touch feels better than anything I’ve ever felt after being alone for so long.

My body involuntarily arches into his touch, and his lips split into a grin.

“I’ve been watching you from the shadows every single fucking day. I’ve seen your body react whenever I’m in your presence. I couldn’t contain myself any longer.”

I’m speechless, not knowing what I’m supposed to do. The man I’ve felt lurking around finally stands before me, intriguing me.

The cold wind chills my body, and yet he removes his shirt, revealing his toned abs that strain in all the right places. My brain is short-circuiting, and the only thing I can think to say is inappropriate for the moment.

“Aren’t you cold?”

He lets out a breathy chuckle that sends goosebumps skittering across my skin. His body looks as if a sculptor has created it, yet it’s slashed with old, white scars lining from his torso up to his chest, and I cannot help but wonder about the story behind them.

“No, I’m not cold, little pumpkin,” he says, leaning down so his mouth is directly against my throat before he does something unexpected.

His tongue slowly drags along my throat, as if tasting my essence, and I can’t help the need taking over me. I’m messed up, having lived alone for years with only coworkers for company. Maybe it’s the isolation, maybe it’s all the spicy books I’ve devoured, but something in me is enjoying this, even when it should feel like a threat.

“You’re trembling,” he observes. “Tell me, little pumpkin. Areyoucold?”

I can’t come up with a single coherent sentence to utter, soI opt for silence, observing him in the same intriguing way he does me.

Without warning, he moves lower, his lips hovering just above my collarbone, sending a tingling wave down my body that has me instinctively squeezing my legs together. His tongue flicks out, tracing my skin, and it feels like a surge of electricity shooting through me. I embarrassingly gasp.

“Shhh,” he murmurs, lips grazing my skin.

He’s pinning me to the ground with his veiny hand on my throat, holding me captive.

“Tell me you want this,” he whispers, words curling around me like smoke as his hands skate lower, over my breasts and down to my stomach above the fabric of my dress. It’s enough to make me arch my back into his touch again, wishing the dress could disappear so I couldfinallyfeel him upon me.

I nod.

“Use your words, little pumpkin.”

I barely manage to whisper my response, my body shuddering. “Yes.”

He lays his body weight hot against me as he straddles my torso, the straining of his cock pushing into my stomach. His head tilts slightly, and though his face is hidden beneath the unnerving mask, I swear he smirks.

I should fight this, but the part of me that’s been alone for too long can’t help but feel drawn to this moment, and the darkness I feel lingering under his soul.

Without saying another word, his hand finds its way to the edge of the dress I’m wearing, hiking it up before his hand finds my clit. I cannot help but buckle my hips against him, seeking pleasure. Before I know it, he has torn apart my stockings and panties, giving him direct access to my bare pussy.

He continues to squeeze my throat, restricting my ability to breathe properly, which leaves my chest heaving, and whenit’s apparent he won’t stop, I desperately claw at his fingers. He’s insane, how could fear have slipped from me for those few minutes? It’s back now, slithering like a snake as it envelops me in its grip when I can’t drag in enough oxygen.

I do the only thing I can think to do, I knee him between his legs with as much force as I can. He lets go of my throat for a second, catching his own breath, but he doesn’t let out so much as a groan from pain. If he didn’t wear his mask, I’m sure I would see his green eyes darkening dangerously, plotting how he’s going to kill me.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he says, a menacing tilt to his words that has my stomach tingling with both anticipation and apprehension.

Quickly, he stuffs two of his fingers inside my mouth, pushing them all the way until I’m gagging, convulsing around them, but he doesn’t let go. I’m soaking wet, both hating and loving it.

With his other hand, he shoves three fingers inside me without forewarning, leaving a tearing cry slipping from me as my back arches. Drool drips down the side of my mouth, and I look at him, pleading with my eyes for him to let go, but he doesn’t. His fingers hit the back of my throat, and I feel his bulging erection becoming even harder if that’s possible.

His fingers keep working inside me until my breath comes in heavy gasps, leaving me craving the feel of him deep within. I reach for his mask, curious to see who’s behind it, but he quickly slaps away my hand, leaving a tingling and burning sensation in its wake.

“You’re not allowed to do that,” he growls, and instead, I shift my hand to his erection.

It doesn’t take long until he scrambles to get free from his jeans and boxers, and my eyes bulge at the sight of his thick length, already leaking with pre-cum.

A corn leaf scratches against my forehead, yet the strangerpays it no mind as he pushes into me with abandon. His breath quickens, matching the rhythm of my own. Am I really letting him do this to me?

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