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I would break her rigid spine, rip that hope to shreds, and tear her down to a sobbing, begging mess.

My dick hopped aboard that fucking train of demolition. Not bothering to grab a coat, I shut the cabin door behind me. My mask kept the dying eddies of the wind away, and through the mesh, I could easily make out the footsteps leading through the foot-deep snow.

Time to play.

Grinning, I sprinted after her regardless of my swollen length trapped inside my jeans. My arms and legs pumped, my chest ready to fucking explode with excitement. With the goddamn bloodlust that threatened my sanity.

I wanted to bathe in her tears, her blood. Drink down her cries. Thrust into her heat and take until oblivion burst through my balls.

Where are you, little princess?

Pine trees rose ahead of me, their branches sagging from wet snow, and I slowed, my exhales loud inside my mask. Footsteps disappeared between the trees, and I stalked onward, swiping gathering white from my mask’s eyeholes.

A flash of blue rose ahead between more pines.

She sure as fuck hadn’t gotten far, her legs flagging, her body struggling to continue through the deep snow.

I wished for nicer weather. Warmth. A green carpet beneath her feet. A chance for her to really believe she could escape me in the woods. A good hour’s worth of cat and mouse where the scent of her fear would lead me right to her.

But in this weather, the cold would kill her before her break from reality drew to a close.

Time to end her hope.

Letting out a growl, I barreled toward the stumbling woman ahead of me.

“No!” she shrieked and weaved left, but she didn’t stand a chance.

I slammed into her back, and we fell forward, an oomph ripping from lips even though I managed to keep some of my weight off her. Face down in the snow, she struggled beneath me, flailing with useless determination as I grasped her hands over her head.

She’d lost weight, but her ass…

Goddamn.

I pushed more of my mass onto her backside.

She stilled.

And I ground against her, letting her know how her running affected me, how much I wanted to shove my dick into her puckered hole. Make her cry. Make her bleed.

“Get off me you sick fuck!” Her voice was muffled by the snow I still held her in.

Oh, I’d get off, alright. Grinning, I soaked in the rush of adrenaline, the lust rippling over my heated skin.

I held her wrists in one hand and slid the other down along her body, groping a breast on my way southward and ignoring the sting of snow against the back of my hand. She still had lush tits, her pebbled nipples hard and cold beneath the thin fabric.

Fuck.

Tiny waist, way too fucking small.

The swell of her hip in my hand—I fucking lifted her tight against my groin, letting a groan escape me as my heart raced as fast as the flying snowflakes.

She attempted to dislodge me, but I wouldn’t be moved. “Get off!” she screamed again.

I am.

Eyes closed, lost to lust, lost to fucking humanity, I grunted, thrusting against her ass, my balls brewing with the need to explode. Like a goddamn animal, I was ready to have what I’d been wanting forever. I imagined trapping her beneath me. Ripping into her body. Taking what I’d dreamed about.

“Jackass,” she hissed.

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