Page 7 of Sinner

The monster was fucking with my brain.

Every time he brought the switch forward, I heard it before another line of fire crossed my ass. I moaned into the tree as the fire of his marks warred with the cool night air on my skin.

Maybe I deserved the savagery for showing him any moment of indulgence. Why were his terrible actions so exciting? Why were my panties damp? Why did I not fear the man as any normal woman would? Why was the agony I’d first felt turning into pure ecstasy?

Anger swelled in me, but there was nothing I could do.

He slowed his actions a few seconds later, gently rubbing my aching behind through my panties. I heard a whooshing sound as if he’d pitched the switch, and I quickly raised my jeans. When he turned me around again, I was forced to stare into his evil eyes.

Suddenly, I felt something sharp and realized he’d placed the tip of the blade under my chin. “If you’re going to kill me, you fucker, then just do it. I don’t have time for your demented bullshit.”

No, my words weren’t a good idea by any stretch of the imagination, but at this point, with no options and no possibility of escaping the madman, I no longer cared.

“I have no intention of killing you. Unless you want to die.”

“Fuck you.” I lifted my head up from the blade, daring him to kill me, daring the motherfucker to take out his insanity on an innocent woman.

I expected nothing less than pain and the blinding white light as I was sent to oblivion. Yet when he pulled the knife away, liftingthe edge of his mask from his chin, I sucked in and held my breath.

But not for long.

He slipped his hand around to the back of my neck, squeezing as he’d done before while yanking me from the tree. When he crushed his mouth over mine, everything inside me froze solid.

Except my heart.

The rapid beating increased as the glow from his eyes pierced mine. There was more, another touch of excitement, more than a normal level of desire coursing through me like a wildfire burning in the middle of the night.

Hunger so primal, so extreme pulsed through every vein as he swept his tongue inside, taking full control of my mouth. Heat radiated off his skin, rushing into every cell, the kiss a red-hot moment where space and time no longer existed.

I could still smell the coppery stench of blood. It hung in the air like a violent reminder that this was no fairytale.

This was a nightmare, my savior nothing but an insane monster.

My mind flipped from his intimate touch, my body arching involuntarily even as I placed both palms on his chest. Everything about the moment and the stranger’s actions was so very wrong.

But I’d never felt such excitement, the increasing need confusing. There was no chance of wrapping my mind around the dark feelings and sensations. Nor the electricity that seemed to connect us when all belief in good and decent human beings was tossed deep into the forest.

Nothing about this was right, but I continued to cling to him, fisting his shirt as if my life depended on how I responded to his blasphemous intimacy.

When he pulled away, he kissed my forehead.

“Why would I ever kill something so precious? So perfect?”

Perfect. The word stuttered in my mind. Who was this man and how did he know me?

And I knew without a doubt he did.

That should be the most terrifying aspect of all, yet I felt like I was floating in midair.

“You killed that man,” I countered.

“Because he was trying to hurt you. A good enough reason.” He chuckled again and backed away another step.

Was he considering letting me go?

I crowded against the tree, my breathing becoming even more irregular than before.

“You’re a murderer.”

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