Page 187 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

It’s so I can feel his rock hard dick against the curve of my ass.

Fuck. Fuck!

My breath comes faster, my heart picking up speed.

I’m terrified—I know I am—but my body’s doing its own thing. For some reason, some sick, fucked up reason, I’m getting wet from this monster touching me.

“Just let me go,” I say, turning my head so I can look at him from the corner of my eye.

I’ve been avoiding eye contact. If I can’t identify him, I don’t pose a threat, right? But as soon as our eyes lock, I realize none of that matters. There isn’t much light, but there’s just enough to make out his features.

Eyes the color and warmth of a melting glacier fix on mine. Immediately, my willpower drains away because that wide, smiling mouth beneath his strong nose tells me everything I need to know.

I’m a rabbit, he’s a wolf that enjoys playing with his supper.

Chapter Three

Briar

All it takes is me pinning her to a tree and putting my dick up against her before she finally stops squirming. I won’t lie, I kinda wish she’d keep at it. I love how it feels when her body writhes like that. Almost as much as I love watching her plump mouth spit out those dirty words.

“All out of fight?” I croon, grinding against her.

“I don’t know who you are. If you let me go, I won’t tell anyone?—”

I stop rubbing her pussy through her baggy jeans and twist her around. My fingers go around her throat, my other hand keeping her wrists pinned above her head. “And just who you planning on telling, Angel?”

“The police,” she says through gritted teeth as she scans my face.

I hope she’s not looking for some sign of humanity. Anyone who knows me, knows I’m the furthest thing from a saint.

“Yeah?” I squeeze her throat, but all that does is make her eyes flare. Her eyelashes tremble, but I get the feeling it’s anger,not fear. “Well, do me a favor and let the Sheriff know Briar says hi.”

Her dark, unruly eyebrows draw together. “You’re pathetic if you think that’ll stop me,” she says, voice dripping with disgust.

I laugh as I abandon her throat and instead run my hand down her chest, grasping first one breast, then the other.

In an instant, fear darkens her eyes.

Seems she couldn’t care less if I strangle her, but using her body for my own depraved pleasure? Suddenly, I’m crossing a line.

My smile lifts as I rake my fingers down her belly and grab her pussy through her jeans again.

She lets out a hiss and stands on the tips of her toes. Even then, she doesn’t reach my chin.

“I’m on my period,” she says hurriedly, eyes filling with venom.

“Hmm…” I murmur, and lean close enough that my lips brush her ear when I speak. She turns her head away, but I just follow. “Guess I won’t need to lube you up first.”

When I straighten, her mouth is open in shock.

I run my thumb over her bottom lip, and she moves her face away from my touch. So I grip her jaw and force her head straight. Her eyes try to burn a hole through mine when I dip and rub myself against her so she can feel just how hard I am for her.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” she whispers furiously.

I pause, my smile going crooked. “I told you, I’m?—”

“Yeah, I’m sure you gave me your real name.” She pulls her face free, red marks on her skin how I gripped her. “Well guess what, Whoever-the-fuck-you-are?”

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