Page 23 of Nowhere to Run

“Here you go, Little Red.”

A sharp stroke, a ragged groan.

“Here’s your reward for being such a good girl,”

His groan tore through the night air as he spilled his cum all over my mouth, some landing on my tongue, the rest dripping down my chin and neck. It was messy but undeniably hot. I felt exactly like what he’d called me. His little slut.

“Ugh, Scarlett,” he moaned, shoving his cock past my lips. I closed around him instinctively, draining every last drop.

Just like I knew he wanted.

He pulled back slowly, admiring me.

“God I love seeing you covered in my cum,” he murmured.

A cold breeze rustled through the trees, lifting the leaves and making me shiver beneath him.

“Baby,” he whispered, pulling me towards him, holding me tight. I couldn’t stop shivering, the rush of excitement and exertion that had kept me warm now gone. Winter’s chill settled into my skin as I sat there, covered in his liquid.

He reached for his shirt, using it to wipe the cum from my face, my neck, before pulling me close, wrapping his arms around me. His heartbeat echoed in my ear, steady and grounding. I let myself sink into his warmth, into the strange comfort of his hold.

We stayed like that, silent, breathing in tandem.

“Let’s get you home,” he murmured, zipping up my hoodie, then reaching for his own.

He wrapped the oversized fabric around me like a cape, his hands rubbing my arms, trying to chase away the cold.

“Baby, you’re freezing.”

He stood, pulling his shirt over his head before helping me up.

The woods had gone completely dark now, but the full moon filtered through breaks in the trees, casting long shadows across the path. I glanced toward the trail. I’d been so close. Just one second quicker, and I might have made it. But is that what Ireally wanted? My mind screamed yes, but my body betrayed me. Here, in the woods, being taken and dominated by him—it had felt like my body’s deepest craving.

Whichever it was, enough was enough. I needed to go home. Alone.

I still have my dignity.

“Goonight,” I whispered, turning to face him. His expression darkened in the moonlight, a dangerous, lethal shadow falling over his face.

“Let me take you home,” he said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t a request.

“I don’t want you,” I said, tears stinging my eyes.

The reality of what had just happened crashed down on me all at once. He’d chased me down, toyed with me, like a cat playing with its prey. Let me think I had a chance at escaping, only to capture me and make me submit.

“You had your way with me,” I said, my voice trembling as my tears fell freely. “I told you to leave me alone, but you didn’t. You won’t listen to me.” I took a deep breath, summoning my courage.

“Don’t bother me again, or I’ll report you.”

For a fleeting moment, something flickered in his eyes—hurt, maybe or doubt. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by a dark, possessive gleam.

“You won’t report shit,” he said, voice low and venomous.

He stepped closer, his hand sliding around my waist, fingers tracing the curve of my back before dipping lower.

“You fucking want this just as much as I do,” he sneered, his face inches from mine.

“Your pussy clenched so tight around my cock when you came. Like you were trying to keep me inside you. Like you never wanted me to leave.”

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