Page 21 of My Masked Stalker
The maze rustles around us, stalks brushing against my cloak as he continues walking through the rows, not appearing lost at all despite the dead string lights above us.
“You’re mine now, Emily,” he growls low enough to rattle through my bones. “But a wolf doesn’t just take his prize. He hunts her. Breaks her. Makes her run until there’s nothing left but surrender.”
I shiver from his words and a rising cold wind. That’s when I realize we’re at the edge of the maze, shadowy woods yawning before us, scarier than any carnival decorations.
Killian lowers his mouth to my ear, his voice velvety. “So here’s what happens next, Little Red. You’re going to run into the woods, the wolf’s domain. I’ll be chasing you. When I catch you—and Iwillcatch you—I’m going to fuck you against the trees until you can’t remember your own name.”
He shifts me easily in his arms, holding me tighter for one last moment while I gape at him. “Run for me, Emily. Make it worth my while.”
13
KILLIAN
Leaves crunch under my heavy footfalls. I’m not trying to be quiet—I’m driving my prey exactly where I want her. I staked out this path through the woods, set a little surprise for her where she can’t bypass it, and even rented a nearby cabin. I have a sturdy SUV waiting for us there, ready to take us to my city apartment. But first, my Red needs to accept that I’m it for her.
I grab my phone, the light of the screen blinding me for a moment, even though it’s on the lowest setting. Two taps and I pull up the clone of Emily’s cell, opening her text messages. I tap out a message to Barb Wire:
Barbs. I couldn’t find you at the exit, but I felt super nauseous all of a sudden and called a taxi. I didn’t want to ruin your night. Love you, Cinnamon Roll.
That’s the girls’ safe word, a smart measure between girlfriends. No match for a hunter like me, though, with Ethan in my arsenal.
I watch as the text is marked read, then the three dots indicating Barbara’s typing out a reply. It doesn’t take long.
:( Kay. Love you too, bitch, call you tomorrow xoxo
Perfect. I know my girl wouldn’t want to worry her friend, and she’s a bit too busy running to make calls right now. The only thing she should be thinking about is what a mess I’ll make of her once I catch her.
My dick throbs at the thought of finally taking what’s mine, sinking into that sweet pussy, ravaging my sweet Emily. I groan and adjust myself, then check the GPS of Emily’s phone to make sure she’s still heading in the right direction. My sensible kindergarten teacher wouldn’t leave the path, though. Like Red, she’s heading straight where the wolf wants her.
I take out a pack of wipes and start scrubbing at my face and neck, removing some of the black paint. I’ll need a bath to get the rest off, but I’m tired of hiding myself from Emily. After tonight, there won’t be an inch of me that isn't imprinted on her.
I push away a low-hanging branch and duck under another one. A torn piece of red fabric tells me Emily didn’t pass through as gracefully, and I bring it to my nose, inhaling the lingering smell of her perfume. My cock twitches like a finger on the trigger, ready to take its shot. She better not be scratched and bruised when I catch her—only I’m allowed to put a mark on her delectable body.
She’s almost where I laid my little hunter’s trap. Just a simple snare meant to catch my innocent bunny. I can’t wait to hear her scream echo through the woods.
This is what kept me going while I was recovering from my gunshot, the thought of how my kindergarten teacher’s pussy will choke my cock as I thrust into her over and over until we’re both panting, sweaty messes.
Damien’s upset at me, naturally. I should be in bed, recovering, keeping my leg still, not traipsing through corn mazes and woods that look like they’re haunted. I’m too full of adrenaline from the chase to feel any pain right now, though I’m sure he’ll tear me a new one if I open my stitches.
I start catching the crunch of her boots ahead, the wind carrying her ragged breathing back to me, and force myself to slow my pace down. The longer it takes for me to catch her, the stronger her anticipation and fear will be, and the more powerful her release once she surrenders her fate to me.
The woods grow quieter the deeper we penetrate, wildlife hiding from our invasion. When a scream shatters the silence, along with the snap and creak of the rope, my lips curl into what’s probably a very self-satisfied smirk.
Gotcha.
I hear her body thrashing in the snare, her audible gasps as she struggles to free herself. Or maybe her brain needs time to catch up to her upside-down situation. I chuckle, and the sounds stop. Just a few more steps and I see her, suspended near a narrow wooden bridge, the only dry path across the forest stream.
Her cloak flutters toward the forest floor like a dropped banner, the hood sliding off her head as she dangles, hair falling in wild, tangled strands toward the dirt. My girl’s upside down, swaying in my snare, pale thighs flashing above the edge of her stockings. The sight alone makes my cock throb against my zipper.
She gasps again, twisting, her hands pawing at the rope binding her ankle, but she only makes the knot cinch tighter. The sound of her little whimper cuts through the night air, and I step out of the shadows at last, boots crunching deliberately.
“Shhh, sweetheart,” I rasp, watching her freeze. Her wide eyes spot me between the trees, glinting like silver in the dark. “You’re only making it worse. You’re mine now.”
She’s dangling like the sweetest piece of fruit I ever snared, and fuck if I’m not the hungriest wolf alive. I close the last of the distance between us and run my hands over her torso, up to the stiff netting of her skirt. With one smooth motion, I pull thepleats over her hips, exposing her soft pussy. Her scent hits me full force—vanilla, strawberries, and raw arousal. My cock jerks again, straining to be freed, dampening the inside of my pants.
I grab her bare ass and bring my mouth to the feast dangling inches from my face.
“Perfect,” I growl against her folds, my breath misting hot over her. “I could eat you forever.”
