Page 108 of Unwrapping Deviance

The third hits her left.

“Christian?” she gasps, barely audible, but the thread of fear hardens around my cock.

She picked the wrong brother to play this game with.

“Is that—?”

I pitch the fourth stone in the direction of the first. It gives me Mira’s back, the perfect position to creep up behind her and grab. To wrap my arms across her middle and smack a hand over her mouth.

Her scream makes me growl a chuckle.

“Caught.” I nip the lobe of her ear. Give a little suck while my pretty prey pants her fears into the palm of my hand. Her belly heaving beneath the second hand I send under her top. “Shouldn’t have run, Mira. Did you think you could get away from me?”

I don’t let her answer.

Don’t let her breathe.

Think.

Her life belongs to me now. Her freedom is mine to give should I choose. Her body my playground.

I tear open her shorts. Yank down the zipper with one hand. The other finds the center between her shoulder blades and shoves her into the trunk. Holds her in place against the rough bark as I force her out of her pants.

The fabric sails somewhere over my shoulder. It strikes and falls, breaking branches and disturbing leaves. I don’t know where. Don’t care.

Mira’s naked, wet, spread from the waist down. Her only covering is my top hanging around her supple thighs.

I momentarily consider stripping her down to nothing, to let the world see how fucking perfect she is, but ... her body is mine. Only mine. Men looking at her is one thing, but not like that — Daniel doesn’t count — and I don’t know where we are or who could come up on us. Better safe than sorry.

Unlike before, I let my treads to her fall heavy. I make sure she knows I’m coming up behind her. My little brat trembles, but doesn’t pull away from the log. Doesn’t fight. She stands with her small hands flat, braced against the bark with her legs obediently spread.

Prepared.

I bite my lip as I palm my swollen cock through the grain of my jeans. With the same hand, I undo the hooks on my belt. With the other, I fist her beautiful hair and yank her head back.

Her stifled gasp makes my chest rumble with desire.

“Where are your panties, Mira?” The hand at my belt ventures to the hem of her top. Slip under. I graze her naked hip, slide down and inward to her pretty pussy. I force her folds apart to rub her clit while she sobs and writhes. “Did Daddy rip them off your pretty cunt?”

She nods and wails when I invade her on two fingers. Her body shudders and I feel her fist around my digits. Her slick walls are so tight, so warm. God, she’s going to feel like heaven once I get inside her.

“Look at you, fucking your little pussy on my hand like you’re not completely alone out here with a complete stranger.” I plunge my fingers deeper, harder inside her cavity. Driving my palm into her clit. “No one knows where you are, Mira. I can doliterally fucking anything to you, make you scream until you’re hoarse and no one will save you.”

“I ... I’m not scared,” she pants.

I drag my fingers free and sweep them up between her lips to tease her bundle of nerves. My teeth nip at the curve of her jaw as I hiss, “Good.”

Hand still in her hair, I bring the other around to unfasten my jeans. Drag down the zipper. I’m ready to finally encase my cock deep in her body when a sharp pain erupts between my ribs. The impact sends me back a step. It frees her hair.

Frees her.

Mira spins and shoots me a smirk before bounding away from me.

Brat elbowed me in the gut!

My shock dissolves into a full, blown surge of mindless pleasure. A pulsing madness fueled solely by the thrill of her fight. I physically ache with the hunger to break her.

“Dirty little brat.” I growl low in my throat before setting off after my pretty girl.

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