Page 93 of Lucy and Her Wicked Three

The more time passes the more complacent we get, relaxed in each other's company. Until a thud has me sucking in a breath, excitement and fear firing through my veins.

Thud, thud, crack, like someone's running nearby, breaking twigs, feet pounding into the hard dirt.

More footfalls but from the left, behind us. Their heavy gate scares the animals, a rush of chirping and scuttling hurry past us. My anxiousness takes root, fluttering in my belly, crawling up my throat.

Another rush and Noah turns to me, pupils blown wide and rasps, "Run."

It all becomes so real, too real, as I sprint, running through the path, deeper into the woods. Noah runs beside me and I can hear his rapid breath, and it intensifies the fear.

I have one job to do and that's torun. I can run, I'm great at running. But I almost feel like I'm trapped in a dream or anightmare, and no matter how fast I pump my legs, I don't seem to get far fast enough. Noah runs beside me, then he clutches my t-shirt sleeve and points to where the path veers off. Away from the closest chasing footsteps—towards the second set, though those are further away.

"Over here," I whisper frantically, pointing to another veer off the beaten down path as we dart in another direction. The maze-like structure of the trail only fuels my adrenaline.

A shadow flies through the trees beside me, and my steps halt, so fast I nearly fall forwards. Noah notices and slows down, indecision warring on his face, but then a large figure jumps out of the tree line and tackles Noah, gripping his hair, pulling it back so his neck bares open, long and vulnerable.

I scream and turn to run, when another figure, dressed in all black, with a ski mask over his head, is on me.

The terror feels real now. I scream, and buck against him. His large body completely overpowers mine and my panties flood, arousal burning through me.

His legs cover mine but I kick out fast, and he doesn't hold back, gripping and forcing me into submission. I don't let him, and my knees scrape against the dirt, palms filthy. An idea forms and before I even process it, I dig my fingers into a pile of leaves and debris and toss it into his face.

Distracted, he shakes it off and I take advantage, squirming out from under him, but I don't get more than a couple of feet when he catches my leg and I fall face first.

I kick out and scream, but the harder I fight, the harder he pushes.

We struggle in place, but his impatience wins, holding me down with all his strength, my legs pinned beneath his knees, and he tears at my shirt. It splits open, baring my breasts and I keep squirming and fighting and crying out, "No! Please don't hurt me!"

Mateo's voice transforms, deep and growling, "Be still, pretty girl. This will go a lot easier for you if you just behave."

His hands roughly grip my breasts, pinching my nipples and I half-moan in pleasure and pain.

My bra comes off next, his fingers having no patience for straps—he tugs the cups off me and rips them apart, and the whole thing tears open, and I'm fully exposed to the warm night air.

"There's a pretty girl. No need to be scared. This won't hurt. Much."

"Please. Please," I whimper. "I have a family. I have—"

My words are cut off with his palms gripping my throat. I choke and he eases off, but only slightly.

"What you have is a pretty pink tight pussy—" then he leans in close to my ear, voice full of gravel and promise, "and I'm going todestroyit."

His hands fly to my pants and he rips the leggings from the inseam, exposing my pussy, like a wicked, depraved animal.

I'm soaked, so turned on it fucking hurts, but I keep fighting and yellingno. My nails scratch at his chest and I don't hold back, knowing I'm breaking the skin, imagining twin tracks of bleeding red.

He's feral when he growls,"You're going to pay for that."

My body is suddenly airborne and I'm flipped onto my stomach. Me leggings are torn indecently at the center, and my underwear goes next, before he tugs the rest of the material clean off my legs. I kick out each time one gets free, and he shoves my torso down into the ground.

I grunt, inhaling earth, mossy greens and leaves, neck torqued at an awkward angle. The fight disappears the moment he notches his head at my entrance and without any preparation, plunges in, though there's no resistance. It feels like he's feedingmy soul, and I'm so wet, dripping down my thighs, loving every push and pull of his cock.

He's not slow or gentle. I'm eating dirt, forehead rubbing into the hard packed ground, getting fucked, pounded into oblivion. Mateo grips my hips, holding them like handles, and with blunt force, uses my body like a ragdoll.

All I can do is take it.

The rhythmic sounds of his hips bruising my ass, skin slapping, heavy grunts is interrupted by a roar and I glance up, seeing Silas, also in a black ski mask, though he's lost his pants, battering into Noah's ass.

I clench at the sight, and Mateo responds, gripping my ponytail, wrenching my head back.

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