Page 16 of Dead Woman Walking

I sip the last of my drink, trashing it and moving away from the crowd. Feeling his eyes on me the whole time. Finally, I break free from the crowd, spotting the barn in the distance and moving to it.

Not a single person is paying attention. All drunk on their ass or fucking someone.

I don’t have to look back to know he fucking followed me.Is it that easy? Just a look?Fear wraps around me as I glance back. Heisfollowing me, eyes on my body. Our eyes meet, and I flip my hair, trying to play it cool. Together we track to the barn, and I stop at the door, looking back at the pretty boy.

They really will fuck anything that walks, huh?

He pushes open the barn door for me, eyes dropping to my tits. I push inside. It is pretty dark, but for a few parts where the moonlight is peeking through.

“Dad used this for the haunted barn, almost like a haunted house, back in the day,” he explains.

I cocked a brow. “Oh, so, you own the place?”

“Mhm,” he hums.

“Why did you follow me?” I ask, obviously knowing the question.Some men love when you are dumb. They think they are in control.

“Because you were looking like you could give me something I need,” he explains, moving to the center of the room. It is well lit by a giant hole in the ceiling. “Is it true that fat women will choke on dick because they want to eat it?”

My eyes snap to him as my face screws up in disgust. “Excuse me?”

Chuckling, he moves to me. “Come on, baby. You are beautiful for a fat girl. You’re probably so desperate to have my cock, you’d beg. That’s why you were looking at me with ‘fuck me’ eyes. I just couldn’t help but take pity.”

Did he just say that?My jaw drops as I stare at him.

His hands grab my waist, and suddenly, I feel empowered. My face shifts and I look up at him with the ‘fuck me’ eyes. “You’re right.”

He smirks, pulling me down onto the huge stack of hay in the middle of the room. Instantly, he sucks on my neck, making popping noises. My eyes roll, and I try not to cringe. I feel disgusting, dirty, and small…again.These men have this fucking effect on me, don’t they? Not my masked ones.

His body covers me, and fear takes over mine. His mouth is all over my skin, hands pushing up my dress.

It is time.

I reach down to my boot, but his hand pushes it away.

“I won’t be long. You won’t need to take these off.”

“Huh?” I question.

“I won’t be long. Not with a beautiful bitch before me like this.”

Bitch?

My throat runs dry. “Oh, hell no. I changed my mind.”

“Too late. I’m already hard,” he states, moving quickly and working on the zipper of his pants. His cock is free in a matter of five seconds, pushing up my dress and seeing my bare pussy. “Prepared for me?”

“Red!” I shout, pushing him away and closing my thighs.

“Red? You think that will stop me?” He chuckles, holding my throat by his forearm.

But it wasn’t for him.

“No…” a heavy voice comes from behind him, making him stiff. A silver blade suddenly pressed against his neck. “But I will.”

In a second, he is pulled off of me. Scrambling to my feet, I push my dress back down.

Hands touch me, making me jolt. I look up to see Brahms right in the hay with me, even though I doubt he likes the feeling against his skin. His hands grab my face and lift my head. “Are you okay?” he asks, and I almost want to sob at the sound of his voice.

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