Page 78 of Cruel Cravings

He’s started toward me. I don’t even bother with any more warnings that’ll go ignored. I spin around and take off.

I make quick work of the side of the building, rounding the corner.

Unfortunately, I didn’t think much further ahead. I didn’t think about the fact that the diner is cordoned off by a chain linkfence. Beyond that is woodland that stretches on as far as the highway goes.

I’m panting as I come up on the chain-link fence and make another snap decision. I leap toward the metal diamond links and scramble up like a cat climbing a tree. I’m clumsy and slower than I’d like to be, but I’m able to make it toward the top as the fence rattles.

Brontë’s given it a violent shake from down below. He reaches up and grabs at my foot as I’m about to swing over to the other side.

“Let go of me!” I scream, kicking at him.

I’m sitting atop the fence, trying to free my boot, when I lose my balance and come crashing down. I land with a thump in the grass.

The world around me feels upside down for a good second or two.

Then I realize it’s not just me. It’s the metal fence rattling and swaying, almost like it’s about to give. It’s Brontë climbing up the fence and leaping over with relative ease. Unlike me, he lands on his feet, his boots slamming down in earthquake fashion.

“No…” I cough, shaking my head. I scoot back, still trying to put distance between us. “Brontë…”

My eyes squeeze shut as he stands over me and I brace for whatever’s to come. He’s pissed, angry I would dare try to run after everything we’ve been through. That I would leave him in the motel room while I tried to board a bus.

I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but his giant fist twists into the front of my t-shirt and he yanks me to my feet. He brings me toward the chain-link fence, walking me backward until I’m colliding with the metal crisscrossed wires.

“You tried to run,” he grunts.

My mouth falls open as if to explain, but he doesn’t give me the chance. He crushes his mouth against mine. I’m left swept up in a kiss that I never saw coming, heart pounding and lungs quivering for air.

I breathe his name and try to pull away, but he doesn’t let me. His arms are like pythons snaking around my hips, his palms and fingers spread wide on the curve of my ass. I’m lifted off my feet and pushed back into the chain-link fence.

The mesh wires sag against our weight but Brontë’s sturdy enough for us both.

He palms my ass and devours my mouth.

My head reels, so thrown off by what’s happening I’m lost on how to think. How to even respond. The only thing I can do is clutch at Brontë’s arms and notch my legs at his waist.

The wide gape that’s the mouth of his mask is warm and smooth. It’s made of leather that feels weirdly pleasing against my lips.

Good enough to pull me deep into the moment; good enough to make me forget our surroundings.

Brontë claws at the button of my jeans. The button snaps free and he’s wrestling my jeans down my hips and thighs. It’s no easy feat as he drops me back to my feet and forces them the rest of the way down.

His name is the only word I can choke out. “Brontë—oh!”

My panties are next.

He’s feral, so rough and abrupt that there’s no fighting him on it. His rage pulses off him, heat radiating from his broad body as he scoops me back up and then presses me against the chain-link fence.

The metal wires cut into my bare flesh, but I don’t even have time to protest—he’s slamming into me in the next second. His thick dick sinks straight into me, going deep.

I scream and my arms fly out on either side to grip at the metal diamonds. My fingers curl around the crisscrossed wires and I use them as leverage as his hips begin to move. They’re fast and machine-like, drilling into me.

My pussy aches, stretching to fit him. I’m not even wet—or not wet enough—but in this moment, Brontë doesn’t give a damn.

This is about punishment. He’s taking me in this ditch, up against this fence, just feet away from the diner and the motel on the other side.

The parking lot where travelers come and go.

I screw my eyes shut as the achy sensation in my pussy almost overwhelms me. A cry threatens to surface, words begging for mercy.

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