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I don’t get to react past the scream, because he wraps his hand around my throat and slams me against the nearby tree.He gets too close to my face, but the mask remains on. The grip on my throat isn’t painful, but I wouldn’t be able to get out of it even if I wanted to.

My eyes flick down to his arms, the way the veins popped up, his muscles flexing, and the mere sight causes heat to pool between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to prevent the whore in me from appearing, but James notices it.

If I could see his face, I’d bet he’s smirking at me.

“Caught you, hellion,’’ he murmurs, his free hand traveling down to my hip. He holds it tightly, caging me between the tree and his body. “And I always keep my promises. Don’t worry, I’ll get you the prettiest cage.’’

I hiccup, which he finds amusing, chuckling at the sudden sound that comes from my throat. He pushes his knee between my legs, parting them enough to rub his knee against my clit under the skirt, and I can’t help but moan.

“Tsk,’’ he chuckles. “Already drenched for me. Tell me, how many times have you touched this pretty cunt while I was locked up, Rose?”

Breath hitches in my throat, my face flushed. The more he talks, the redder I become. I’m not easily embarrassed, but the thought of telling him the exact number is too shameful to even admit out loud.

“How many times, hellion?” He asks, impatience on his tongue as he grinds his knee against my most sensitive spot. I swallow a thick knot that formed in my throat, trying to voice out something coherent.

“Too many times to count,’’ I whisper.

“Good girl,’’ he whispers, removing his knee and slowly rubbing his fingers all over my clit. He pulls them back, slightly moves his mask, and sucks my juices off his fingers. My stomach does a backflip, and him moaning at the taste doesn’t help it, either.

“You always taste so fucking perfect.’’

Suddenly, he turns me around, gripping my hips and bending me over. I grab onto the tree, trying to hold my balance, and James teasingly, slowly, lifts my skirt up to my hips. He doesn’t say anything for a while, and then I feel a sharp sensation on my ass.

He spanked me.

And he doesn’t stop at once — no, of course not. The first moan from me seems to be encouraging him, and he continues to switch between spanking my ass and soothing it with his palm, only to do it over and over again.

“Look at that,’’ he hums. “Drenched. All for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes,’’ I breathe out. I glance at him over his shoulder, watching as he undoes his belt, pulling his pants and boxers down. He grips his cock, stroking it a few times, a couple of drops of his precum falling onto my thighs.

There he is, stroking his cock with blood on his hand, his shirt and mask in the matching shade of crimson. The thick, purple head presses against my entrance, and he doesn’t give me a verbal warning. He grips my hips and pulls me onto his cock, a scream coming from my lips.

His hand immediately comes to cover my mouth, tears prickling my eyes at the sensation. This is one of the best parts — when he pushes it inside for the first time, and the familiarsensation already starts building in the pit of my stomach, the intensity almost too much for me to bear.

“Fuck,’’ he groans, throwing his head back, his mask shimmering under the moonlight. “So fucking tight — so fucking wet for me.’’

I swallow down a scream, and James starts fucking me with vigor I forgot he possessed. He’s fucking me like a madman, and I can tell just how much he needed this. Our flesh clapping together fills the surroundings, my moans muffled by his palm.

“I need you to keep quiet, hellion,’’ he grunts, slamming into me violently. “We can’t have those other motherfuckers hear your moans. Those are only for me.’’

My eyes roll to the back of my head, pure ecstasy in my veins. This entire setting — him with a clown mask, fucking me ruthlessly against the tree while covered in blood from head to toe, covering my mouth— is enough to send my mind into a frenzy.

“Such a good little slut for me,’’ he groans, burying his mask-clad face in the crook of my shoulder, his hips snapping into mine. “You never let anyone touch you while I was away, did you? You saved yourself for me, didn’t you? I was the first man to fuck you, the only man that will ever get to feel this cunt wrapped around his cock.’’

My throat goes dry, and I manage to give a weak nod. My body is trembling, my knees threatening to give in, but he doesn’t let me. Swiftly, he pulls out of me, then sits on the grass, guiding me to face him. I straddle his hips, slowly lowering myself on his thick cock, soft moans slipping from my lips at the feeling of him filling me deeper than before.

“Fuck,’’ I breathe out, locking eyes with him.

All I see is crazed devotion. His hands are on my hips, and he starts guiding me to ride him. The position is unfamiliar to me, and I know it’s probably sloppy, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t move his eyes off mine, staring at me in complete and utter devotion — the kind that makes me go insane.

“That’s it,’’ he groans, fingers tightly holding my hips, and it will definitely leave a mark. “Bounce on my cock, hellion. Let me feel who fucking owns you.’’

“James,’’ I gasp. He quickly wraps one hand around my throat, snapping his hips upward to meet my movements. It’s very intense, bordering on painful yet absolutely fulfilling sex. It’s unlike anything we’ve done so far, and the way he’s looking at me? Like I’m all that matters. Like I’m his most prized possession, one that he never plans to get rid of.

Tears stream down my cheeks, and the moment he squeezes my throat and black dots start forming in my vision, I let go. The orgasm rips through me with a loud scream of his name. He continues to bounce me on his cock, letting me ride the wave of my orgasm, before slamming me down, one last time, as harshly as possible, then groaning, spilling deeply into me.

His hot cum inside me is the feeling I’ll never get tired of feeling. Because at the end of the day, we both know that it belongs inside me only, and it’s not something I’ll ever change. Well, except get on birth control, just in case.