Page 5 of Seducer

Everything.

What the hell did that mean? This was just a game. Right? Nothing more. A fight to the virtual death of one contestant pitted against another.

Then why did this all feel so real?

For all I knew, this man was a serial killer, not the man I’d believed him to be. The thought kept a lump in my throat and butterflies swarming my stomach.

I flew across the street, stumbling the moment I tried to step onto the higher sidewalk. As my body pitched forward from the momentum of my run, I prepared for the horrific pain I’d experience from slamming into the hard, cold concrete.

A single strong arm was swept around my waist, my body hoisted into the air. The moment my back was pressed against a large, unyielding figure, I shuddered audibly.

He drove his throbbing cock against me.

There was no denying what he wanted.

What he would take.

All of me.

“Time’s up, little Wild Kitty.” He brushed his hand down my chest, squeezing me tightly. He took several deep breaths as he fingered my breast, taking his time to flick a single finger back and forth across my aching nipple.

I didn’t want this.

I couldn’t.

Yet I did.

All of him.

“Is this part of the game?” I asked as some nervous response.

“Consider it your personal invitation.”

I whispered his real name and he stiffened.

But I continued struggling, throwing my arms back and managing to catch the corner of his mask. When I ripped it off, his entire body language changed. Suddenly, I was tossed under his arm, my dress jerked up, exposing the slender string of my thong.

He managed to slap one hand around my mouth to keep me silent as he fought with me until he had my body controlled. My thong was tugged down, exposing me to the cold night air and him. There could have been no greater shock than when he slammed his palm down on my naked backside.

The man was marking me.

Claiming me.

The twisted part of me had my mouth watering, ready to beg him for more. I shifted in his hold and he seemed to sense what I was doing, bringing his hand down again in more intense strikes.

The brutal jar rattled me to my core, the pain searing in a way no one could anticipate. I felt his anger crawling from deep within him. No one challenged the man, including me. He continued bringing his hand down so savagely my teeth were forced to grind together. If he cared that anyone was watching us, it wasn’tobvious. Or maybe anyone passing by would simply cede to the wishes of the powerful, dangerous man.

There was no stopping him, no ability to fight his strength and agility. I was trapped in the moment, still fighting to keep my sanity as the spanking continued. My body was tingling in response and not in the way normal people would experience. I was turned on, more so than I’d been in a long time.

Hide and seek. That was what we’d been doing, the bastard finally making good on his unstated warnings. My pussy ached as the anguish drove into my joints. Even my hardened nipples reflected the sudden round of discipline. Something inside of me was peppering me with reminders that I’d wanted this. The why just didn’t matter.

One. Two. Three. Four.

The harsh round of punishment continued until I’d lost count. All I could focus on was the building heat. As I began to moan with each swat, I realized I was wet, my arousal obvious. To him.

Then as quickly as the horrible event had started, it was over. By the time he whisked me up, the mask was returned firmly in place, his face covered as it had been before. The evil LED glow of X’s covering his eyes and mouth seemed more terrifying.

Then why was my pussy continuing to throb?

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