Page 31 of Stalker

Dane.

He landed on his feet with a muffled thud in the mud and fear bloomed anew in my heart, seeing his gloomy silhouette for the first time. I jumped to my feet and cut across the opening into darkness once again, but I heard the thudding of his boots on the ground behind me.

And his sinister laugh.

Fuck, it was so hot.

“That’s my girl, P. Run. Run from me like it will make you like it any less when I catch you.” He called out from behind me, and it sounded like he was right on my tail.

He was so much bigger than I was; it took no time at all for his long legs to catch up to me. His hand grabbed a fist full of my hair first, and I screamed in agony when he pulled me to a stop by it. He slammed into my back and had one arm around my torso with the other still holding me by my hair.

“No!” I screamed, clawing and thrashing in his hold as he forced me to the ground under his bulking form. “No!”

His weight was overwhelming on my back that stars danced in front of my eyes as he pinned my wrists behind my back and tied something tight to them, completely immobilizing me.

“My pretty little prize.” He growled in my ear as I panted in fear and anticipation for what came next. He sat up on his knees and straddled my ass, keeping one hand in my hair at the back of my head to keep my cheek flat to the earth. “You got my gifts all muddy.”

“That’s what you wanted.” I panted, fighting anew, kicking my feet and trying to hit his back or break through the hard plastic cutting into my wrists. “You wanted me dirty.”

He chuckled and leaned down over my back again until his breath hit the shell of my ear again and I moaned breathlessly at the sensation of him against me. “You were dirty long before you met me, Puppet.” He bit my ear and licked my cheek, “You just didn’t allow yourself to embrace this side of you.”

He flicked his wrist out to the side of my face and I stilled in absolute panic when a knife shot out of a steel handle menacingly.

Oh, I fucked up.

He was going to fuck me and kill me for being so stupid and gullible.

FUCK!

I fought anew, thrashing under his giant body, causing the ties on my wrist to cut into the skin. My flesh scraped across the dirty beneath me and I screamed in horror when he laughed evilly above me.

“There she is, my pretty little plaything, finally actually fighting me like you mean it.” Growling, he pressed one knee between my thighs, wedging it deeper and spreading my thighs wide around his thick, trunk-like leg.

“Please!” I begged pathetically, and froze again when I felt the tip of his knife against the back of my leg directly above my knee. “Please don’t hurt me.” I whispered, and tears fell from my eyes, dripping down into the dirt. “Please, Dane.”

That deep growl emanated from above me again and my body tingled with the vibrations. “Say it again, Puppet.”

“What?” I gasped nearly incoherently with fear.

“Beg me. Use your pretty words for me.”

“Please, Dane.” I cried. Somehow, knowing who the monster was that was attacking me, didn’t lessen the fear at all. And it wasn’t like I actually knew Dane, either. A name doesn’t prove familiarity.

“Mmh,” He moaned as the knife trailed higher up the back of my leg. I felt it snag on the edge of the lace dress he bought me and with one quick flick of his wrist, the knife split the fabric. “You’re going to scream my name in ecstasy tonight, Peyton.” He stabbed the knife into the soft earth next to my head mockingly. I was so close to it, if I could just get my hands free, I could grab it and arm myself. But he knew I was stuck. His warm hands groped my ass as he shook it erotically. I bit my lip to keep myself from moaning through the quick gasps of fear.

“Please don’t hurt me.” I cried again. “I didn’t want to be hurt.”

He tore the fabric of my dress, separating it completely up the back so my entire body was on display for him. The black mesh thong and bra did nothing to hide anything.

Every inch of cellulite, every roll, and every blemish on my back was visible. And for once, I didn’t cringe at that. Not like I did with other partners. Maybe I was too wrapped up in being harmed by some lunatic in the woods to care if he thought I was fat or not in person.

“Someday you’ll realize, Puppet,” Dane ran his hands down my body again like he was mapping out the dips and curves. “I’m the only man in this entire world that will never hurt you.” Before his words even registered, though, his hand came down in a resounding slap against my bare ass cheek. The noise echoed off the trees and my scream followed suit. I couldn’t make sense of his words and actions, and I was thrown into a whirlwind of sensation and emotion.

I was afraid.

I was anxious.

Worst of all, I was fucking aching with need.

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