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What did he just say? Did he say…marry him?This had to be a dream. No, a nightmare.

“May.” Gus struggled to bend down to one knee, his sweaty palms snatching my hand as he stared up at me. “I can’t protect you from him if you’re working here, but I can if you’re my wife. Think about it. You can leave all this behind and come home with me. I’ve loved you since we were kids, and, in spite of your struggles and current occupation, I’m willing to make this work, to give you a better life…with me. Only me.” He played with a strand of my hair as I stared at him in shock. “No one would touch you anymore?—”

“Except you,” I whispered in horror.

“Of course me.” His tone began to shift. “May, this is no life for someone like you. You need to marry me and be my wife. I’ll take care of you, protect you—we can even have a nice little family.” A family? “No more whoring yourself out. Just comfortable living. No one would be allowed to touch you anymore. You’d belong to me.” His grip on my hand tightened as he began to hurt me. “Just say yes, May.”

“Gus, I-I appreciate your offer, but?—”

I don’t belong to anyone.

“But what? You’d rather stay here, fucking anyone willing to pay?” The snarl of his voice made me anxious and on edge. His temper was growing.

Gus squeezed my wrist, yanking me down towards him.

“Now you listen here, May. I’ve waited years for you. Years! I’ve given you time to get over your ridiculous childhood trauma. It’s time to face the truth. He’s gone, you hear me? Gone! And you’re mine! You always have been; you just haven’t realized it yet.” His strength seeped into my bones, bruising me as he stood, towering over me.

“Gus,” I whimpered, “you’re hurting me.”

“Good.” He yanked my body from the floor, staring down at me with disgust. “I’ve been patient long enough, May. You will be my wife, even if that means I have to buy you like the fucking whore you are.” My eyes began to water as he grabbed his coat and opened my door, purposely hitting me in the process. “You will be my wife whether you like it or not, so get fucking used to it.”

The door slammed shut as Gus left with angry haste.

I remained on the floor, forcing back tears. I didn’t want this life anymore, any of it. I wanted to go back in time and run away into the woods, something I promised to do long ago and never did. Everything had fallen apart. Everything was wrong, so very wrong.

My hand slid under the bed as it pulled the small box from its hiding spot. I opened it and immediately began to sob.

“Please,” I ran my fingers along the contents. “Forgive me.”

Or kill me. Either way, just make it end. All of it.

Chapter 8

The Grouch

The axe restedon my shoulder as I trampled through the snow, searching for the perfect tree to cut down. The fire had burned all night, thanks to our sexual endeavors, and now, we needed more. Cutting firewood was therapeutic, allowing me to express my anger in a less painful way, though truthfully, I suspected Max liked it when I got rough with her. I chuckled at the thought.

Fucking Max.

I stopped to examine a tree closely, feeling its rough, cold bark, when an unfamiliar scent hit my nostrils. Inhaling, I realized it was two scents—no, two people lost in my woods.

Oh, now what do we have here?

Axe in hand, I crept through the woods with stealth, following the trail of their smell until I could hear them, making such intriguing and inviting sounds. I placed the axe down, peeking around the large tree to find two people in a rather compromising position. My grin slithered high as my claws dug into the bark, pleased by what I was seeing.

The woman was completely naked, riding the man as they lay on a blanket in the snow. They must’ve been here for some time, their bodies drenched in sweat and cheeks red. As I crept closer to the tree, I watched them, consumed with the sight of her tits bouncing as she rode his decent-sized cock. They weren’t shy, making delicious noises that made my own cock grow in my pants. Fuck, why not join them?

I pulled my cock out and began to stroke the shaft, focusing on them as I did so. It wasn’t long before I caught up to the couple, fully erect and horny as fuck, thrusting harder into my own grip. The cold air blowing against my exposed body only heightened my excitement as precum slowly dripped from the tip. My claws dragged against the bark as I tried to hold on, so close to spewing all over, my breath nearly fogging the air around me, when I felt something lean into my back.

“Shhh,” she whispered as her hands suddenly appeared, gently wrapping around my torso.

“Max—” Her hand covered my mouth as she leaned in close.

“You just focus on them and let me do all the dirty work.” She gently removed her hand from my mouth and replaced mine, stroking my shaft with just the right amount of pressure. Fuck, she felt so good.

My hands gripped the tree trunk, struggling as she made me come, my eyes on the naked couple, their moans filling my ears, the smell of their bodies and cum clogging my nostrils.

“That’s right,” Max whispered as I trembled within her grasp, my cum shooting all over the tree and dripping into the snow. “Yes.” Hearing her was the cherry on top of everything. My eyes rolled back as I tried to remain quiet, thrusting into her hands until nothing was left inside me. “That’s a good boy.”

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