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She pushes herself to run faster. Her panic only serves to turn me on more. Her fear excites me. I want her to run, to fight. With each desperate glance over her shoulder, my need to punish her grows stronger.

I pick up my pace, closing the distance between us, determined to claim what's rightfully mine. In one swift motion, I reach out and grab her by the arm, pulling her back forcefully against me.

"Shhh, Ivy." I whisper in her ear. "Save your breath. You'll need it for all the screaming you'll be doing later."

Her eyes, wide with terror, lock onto mine as I spin her around and force her back against a tree. I hold her there, trapped within my grip, my arms caging her in. Up close, I see the fear in those beautiful eyes, and it only fuels my desire to possess her, to devour her fear, devour her.

She frantically scans her surroundings for an escape, but there's nowhere for her to go. These woods, this mountain, it all belongs to me. And so does she. Soon, she'll be mine in every sense of the word.

"Please, don't do this," she pleads, her voice shaking. "Justlet me go."

I chuckle, the sound muffled by my mask. "You won't be going anywhere."

Betrayal. That's what fuels my obsession with making Ivy pay. I saw it all—her deceit, her lust for Kris. In that moment, I knew I had to make her pay, to teach her a lesson she'd never forget.

"You thought you could get away with betraying me again, didn't you, Ivy? Thought I wouldn't find out. But I saw everything—every depraved moment. You, taking a cock in your ass, begging for it. I watched the way you moaned and writhed beneath him, screaming for more like the filthy fucking whore you've always been. Now it's time for you to pay for your deception."

She whimpers, a mix of shame and fear. I tighten my grip on her, my gloved hand sliding down to grasp her hip possessively.

"Was it worth it, Ivy? Was his touch so much better than mine?"

I rip her shirt open, revealing her bare tits underneath. She tries to cover herself, but I push her hands away. Her chest heaves, and her nipples pebbling in the cold air.

"Don't try to fucking hide yourself from me."

"Kris please..."

I grab her by the jaw, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her face as I shake her roughly. "Don't you dare utter that bastard's name to me! You're mine, Ivy. And I intend to make that very fucking clear to you."

With my free hand, I tear at her pants, shredding the fabric to expose the pale skin beneath. I want to brand her, see my mark on every inch of that perfect body. I push myself against her, reveling in the feel of her naked breasts pressed to my chest, her legs tangling with mine. She gasps as she feels my need, my desire, pressing hard against her.

"You don't need to do this," she whimpers.

I chuckle darkly, and my hands begin to wander, exploring, leaving bruises in my wake. Her skin is like a canvas, and I want to paint it with my possession.

Removing my pants, I shove her down, not caring about the snow and frozen ground beneath her. She cries out in surprise and pain, and I feel a rush of satisfaction as I see the fear in her eyes intensify.

I pin her down, feeling her squirm and struggle beneath me. Her movements only arouse me further. My gloved hands grip her slender throat. She claws at my arms, her eyes wild with panic, but there's no escape. Her thighs squeezemine in a desperate attempt to resist and deny me what's mine.

I thrust into her and feel immediate gratification. I own her completely now, mind, body, and soul.

With each thrust, I tighten my grip on her throat, watching her eyes roll back slightly as she struggles to breathe. It fuels me, knowing I'm the only one who can bring her to this edge of bliss and torment.

"You're mine," I snarl. "Mine to punish. Mine to fuck. Understand?"

She nods frantically, her eyes shining with tears. "I understand."

"Beg me to stop," I demand between harsh, primal grunts. I want to hear her beg for my mercy.

A single tear escapes the corner of her eye, and I catch it with my thumb, rubbing it into her skin. "Shhh, don’t cry.” I whisper against her open mouth. “Don't waste your tears. Save them for when you truly have something to cry about."

"Kris!" She cries out, "Kris, stop!"

Chapter 16

Kris

"Kris! Kris, stop!" I freeze, I'm struggling to process what's happening. It's like I'm a bystander watching the scene play out from outside my body.

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