Page 26 of Wrong Turn

Anticipation coils in my gut as his crown slides through me again, stopping at my centre. It all happens so quick, I barely register a thing. His fingers grip my thighs, pulling me down on his cock as he slams up into me. The unbelievable feeling of being stuffed to the point of breaking rips a scream from my throat, and he groans in pleasure. He lifts and pulls me on his cock, hitting something deep inside me. “Lukas,” I whine, headthrown back as my orgasm draws closer. Abruptly he pushes me off him, rolling me back in the dirt. I’m about to object, but the look on his face silences me. Something savage has been unleashed from within him. I can see it swirling in his eyes. It’s in the snarl that paints his face as he crawls toward me. He lunges his body over mine, slamming his cock back into me, fucking me into the mud at a violent tempo as lightning splits the dark sky. It casts flashes of shadows across his maliciously morphed face, even pissed off he’s so fucking hot. His hand cuts off my air as his fingers hold me tight around the throat, keeping my body in place as his hips crash into mine. The crack and rumble of thunder is near-deafening up on the mountain, shaking the ground beneath us. Lukas leans in close, lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “From now on, when we’re together…you use my real name.”

“But…you said—” I gasp, the sentence cut off by his crushing grip. His dominance sends fire burning through my body, back arching as my climax hangs just out of reach.

“Ahh, baby. I feel your pretty cunt gripping my dick. Are you going to cum?” I nod, tears pricking the corners of my eyes as the pressure in my head increases. “Say my name.” I hear him, but I can’t respond. I’m losing my connection to reality, I can’t focus on anything except the feeling of him fucking me like I’ve always craved. I didn’t want to have to explain what I wanted to someone, and have them do it half-heartedly for me. I wanted a man to read my mind and body, then give me what I never had to explain because they wanted it too.

His grip eases up on my throat, allowing me a few precious breaths before constricting my air flow again. “Say my name, Amber. Fucking scream it, baby, and I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”

“Are you sure?” I pant. “What if someone hears?”

“I don’t give a fuck. Whoever is close enough to hear it, won’t live long enough to repeat it.” He’s so sure of himself, so cocky and confident as he plows in and out of me.

His name is a hushed whisper in these parts. People claim that if you so much as think about him, he will appear, gutting you before you can even blink. He’s a ghost, an elusive serial killer hiding in plain sight, and I get to scream his name with his permission. Knowing the only thing he’s going to gut me with is his monster cock.

In the blink of an eye, he pulls out of my dripping pussy, flipping me over, and slamming back into me. I heave in precious oxygen before his hand snakes around my throat, taking it away again. His free hand comes around and starts to rub my clit as his hot breath hits my ear. “Cum for me, baby, and I’ll let you kill whoever you want.” This man might know me better than I know myself because his fucked up dirty talk sets me off. My cunt clamps down around his shaft and he releases his hold on my throat, slapping my clit in time with his ruthless thrusts. I cry out as I split apart at the seams, “Holy fuck, don’t stop!”

“Scream my name, Amber, or I’ll pull out and leave you aching for the other half of this orgasm.” He pulls my body so close to his, we threaten to become one. Holding me tight and forcing his cock as deep as it will go while still rubbing my clit. My eyes cross from the mix of pain and mind-melting pleasure. Shaking against him, I give him what he wants as I soak his cock with my release.

“Cyrus!” I cry. “Fuck yes. More, don’t you dare fucking stop.”

“Mmmm, such a greedy little psycho. It’s not enough that I make you squirt all over my cock, but now you want more?”

“Yes, Cyrus, don’t you dare stop.”

“You’re lucky I like the sound of my name on your lips,” he rasps against the shell of my ear before pushing me face down in the mud, and fucking me like an animal.

25

WRONG TURN

SAVANNAH

What was that noise? It’s impossible to decipher anything over the roaring of the wind, and clapping of thunder. Am I lost? Probably. The path is so hard to follow in the rain. It became too slippery to walk on so I moved into the bush to follow along beside it, but now I think I’ve lost it. Everywhere I look there’s trees and brush, no path to be seen through the sheet of water enclosing me.

“Savannah!” My ears perk up, was that my name? It’s muffled by the storm, but I’m sure it was. Either someone’s out here looking for me, or it’s a skinwalker luring me to my death, because I don’t think I’d be losing my mind this soon into being lost in the forest.

“Savannah! Are you out here?” The voice is closer now. It’s masculine, definitely not one of the girls out here searching for me. Maybe they got a hold of the authorities and I can go home now. I can’t wait to put this whole horrible trip behind me.

“Hello!” I scream, hoping whoever it is will hear me.

“Savannah?”

“I’m here!”

“Stay where you are, I’ll find you.” The voice is louder, getting closer. “Are you on the path?” it yells.

“No!”

“Why not?” The voice is a growl against the nape of my neck. It scares the hell out of me, and I scream out from both shock and fear. I whip my head around, and there stands Lukas, trying to hold in his laughter. I’m not even mad it’s him and not search and rescue. If he found me, he can get me back to the cabin.

“Follow me, I’ll get you back to the girls,” he says, and I nod, trailing behind him. However, the longer we walk, the more trepidation pools in my gut. The water runs down in tiny rivers past my boots, which wouldn’t be happening if we were going the right way.

I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, wondering if I should even open my mouth and voice my concerns. He lives up here, he probably knows the area like the back of his hand. Fuck it, we should be following the water down the path back towards the cabin, not climbing up the mountain. “Hey, Lukas?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” He freezes in his steps, turning to face me.

“Why wouldn’t we be going the right way?”

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