Page 60 of Stream & Scream
Only one girl matters.
Liv.
The way her wrists fought against the ties. The way her pussy clung to me like it knew me. She’s fucking mine. Whether she’s running, crying, or praying someone else finds her first.
They won’t.
I adjust myself through my jeans, cock still hard, frustration boiling with every step. She’s the only fix for this ache, the only thing that’s ever hit me like this. I should’ve finished—buried deep, spilled every drop where it counted, marked her in ways no one could fucking doubt. I want the cameras on it. Every lens catching her body breaking around mine, every viewer knowing she’s already claimed.
The producers buzz again, Milo’s voice ripping through the feed. “East ridge. That’s where she’s headed. End it. No more games. No more fucking her. Put a bullet in her head and be done with it.”
Rory’s voice trembles after, and this time he sounds nervous. “Yeah, man, this is dragging. Sponsors are already?—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl, loud enough to make the comm crackle. My pulse slams hot behind the mask, blood still pumping from the fight and the ache still pounding in my cock. “You think I need two assholes with clipboards telling me how to hunt? I’ll finish when I fucking decide, and I’ll finishhowI fucking want.”
“You’re wasting time,” Milo bites back. “You’re wastingour?—”
“Say another word,” I warn, “and I’ll make your fucking death the only broadcast anyone remembers. You don’t come between a predator and his prey. You don’t tell me when to pull the trigger. You shut the fuck up, sit your soft asses down, and let me work, or I’ll tear this whole circus apart from the inside out.”
The line goes dead quiet.
That’s what I thought. They’ll keep watching. They’ll keep feeding on it. Because even they know the world wants me to break her again. And I will.
The trees split into a clearing, moonlight illuminating the space.
I drop to one knee, palm pressed to dirt. It’s like I can feel her.
“You’re close, baby,” I murmur, unzipping enough to grip my cock at the base. The touch makes me snarl.
I stroke, slow and punishing, remembering the way she clenched, the way she sucked me in like she never wanted to let go. My thumb smears precum across the head, my breath ragged.
“You made me fucking crazy,” I whisper. “Fucked me open like I’m the one breaking.”
The image of her bent over, sobbing for more of me, burns itself into the back of my skull. The way her pussy gripped around the bars of my Jacob’s Ladder like it was made for me, milking me with every thrust, refusing to let me go. I fist myself harder, rougher, chasing the echo of it, until the ache rips through me and my balls tighten and my cock jerks in my hand.
Release spills hot across the forest floor, splattering white streaks. My mark. My claim. A warning for anyone dumb enough to come near her.
But it’s still not enough. It never fucking is.
I tuck myself back in, cock still swollen, sensitive, smelling of her. I can almost taste her slickness every time I breathe in, trapped in the metal and sweat on my gloves, clinging to me like she was carved into my skin. I can smell her on my cock even through the mess I’ve just made, a mix of sex and salt andher. She’s etched there now. Permanent.
The hunger doesn’t ease. It grows. My fingers twitch against the hilt of my knife, teeth baring beneath my mask. I want to cut something just to bleed off the noise in my head. But I don’t. Not yet.
She doesn’t get to run much longer.
I push deeper into the forest, every step coiled in rage and want, every root and shadow bowing to me like it knows who fucking owns this ground. She needs to learn what it means to be pursued by something relentless. Something that never stops hunting.
I’m not just their slasher anymore. I’m her obsession. Her nightmare. The shadow that fucking owns her.
“Watch,” I snarl at the sky, adjusting the chest cams. “Watch what I do when I find her.”
The forest is still around me, heavy and damp as blood dries on my gloves. My cock still throbs under the gear, just as hungry as the first strike.
And I smile.
Because I already know how this ends.
She’ll be mine again.
