Page 16 of Stalking His Prey

“The Tree Saw Killer?” I suggest with a chuckle. “Listen, I’m just a guy. If you follow me, I’ll take you back down to your cars. I’ll walk ahead of you if that makes you more comfortable.”

The girls exchange glances, communicating to each other with their eyes.

Penelope is so sexy. She could be a model for a company selling hiking gear to women, and their sales would skyrocket.

“Okay,” Penelope finally says with a nod. “Just tell me one thing. And be honest!”

“What’s that?”

“Did you hear what we were talking about right before you came out of the woods?”

She’s blushing, which only makes her that much cuter.

Oh, Penelope. Don’t be ashamed of your fantasies. We all have them.

“Nope,” I lie, shaking my head. “I didn’t hear anything.”

7

PENELOPE

My heart isabout to explode as I sprint away from the cabin, my pussy throbbing and dripping cum down my thighs. I truly have no idea what I’m doing, or why I’m running after the mind-shattering event I just experienced, but I know that the rational thing to do is to get the hell out of here.

Well, not quite.

The rational thing would have been for me to not enjoy every second of what just happened to me back in that rickety old shack. A man who kidnapped me and threatened me with a knife brings me to orgasm three times? How is that possible?

Maybe rationality simply can’t exist out here.

Even now, as I run for what could be my life, my mind is filled with the intensity and passion of what just happened.

Three orgasms?

Three!

And I’m still feeling the after-effects now.

What happened to me was terrifying, but I loved it. I absolutely loved it, and I don’t know why.

Well, that’s a lie. Idoknow why.

My fantasy.

The one I told Anna about when we got lost out here together after we stopped paying attention to where we were going and went off the marked trails, thinking we had the skills it would take to get back on our own.

My fantasy of being chased, captured, and being prey to a man who is desperate to have me. Somehow it all came true.

But how?

I hear a loud snapping noise behind me and look back over my shoulder to see the masked man hot on my heels. He’s sprinting at me, completely naked, and he’s closing the gap between us.

There’s no way I’m getting away from him this time.

I jump over a small stream and land awkwardly on the other side, causing me to fall. Rock and sand press into my palms as I catch myself and push up off the ground and stand. But before I can start running again, a set of iron arms wraps around me and snatches me into a vise-like hold.

I try to scream, but the man muffles my cries with the callused palm of his hand.

Breathing through my nose, I inhale his scent, which somehow feels welcome and familiar to me now, like a good cologne.

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