Page 35 of Corrupted Torment

Soon, though, the fun starts to wane as the doubts return in anxious waves. The darkness has always shrouded this place with a cloud of menace. Hiding even the moon's light with a canopy of trees and, as time continues on, dread peaks its ugly head. Telling me that things haven’t gone according to plan.

I slow to a stop, my mouth dry with thirst, tension rising within me. Could they have attacked my protector? Revenge from his fellow hunters for stopping them earlier tonight? Am I out here alone, once again unprotected? My thoughts a hectic muddle inside my head as I tiredly look for somewhere to hide.

A hand reaches over my mouth, my startled cry captured as I begin to struggle. An arm locks around my waist, keeping me pinned tightly against their powerful chest. I kick my legs out, hoping to unbalance them, but it’s useless. They are an immovable force.

“I told you, if you ran, I would always find you.”

His dark laughter sparks electric pulses thrumming through my veins. Anticipation for what is about to happen, on my own terms. Seeking my pleasure from the violence has me giddy as desire overtakes my body.

His hard cock digs into my lower back; his hot body is plastered against me. I let out a little whimper and his menacing chuckle has me melting. It’s like a more animalistic side of him has taken over as he pushes me down to my knees, excitement overtaking some of the fear trapped inside me.

I stare up at him as his booted feet slowly circle me. Power exudes from every part of him as he towers over me. I shift slightly on my knees, never letting my gaze stray from him as he moves around me. I swear I see the glint of sharp canines in the glowing moonlight, but they’re gone in an instant.

“Lift your arms for me, Wildcat,” he growls. The no-nonsense request an order I comply with without thinking, I comply, raising them above me. “Good girl,” he says as he rips my white dress over my head. Leaving me vulnerable to his penetrating inspection, he traces my every dip and curve with hungry eyes.

He softly skims his fingers across my lips before pushing two inside of my mouth, the unexpected intrusion gagging me, causing drool to drip down my chin. It is so dirty, so wrong, but I can’t help but open my mouth further, welcoming him in. Pulling his fingers away, he unzips his black slacks, freeing himself.

I’ve never seen a man up close before. I lick my lips as he reveals himself to me. His cock is hard, thick and lengthy, and I have no idea how something of this size could cause anything but pain. Both nervous and eager, I’m willing to find out.

“Have you ever had a cock inside your pretty little mouth before, Little Seductress?”

They’re his only words; my only warning before my mouth is full of him. I look up at him through my long lashes, as his hips slowly inch forward. Fingers fist through my hair, ensuring he has complete control over our movements.

My eyes widen as he pushes himself deep into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. Tears spring to my eyes as I gag on his cock, unused to this punishing treatment. I’m sure my voice will be croaky tomorrow.

I don’t know if I’m pushing him away or pulling him towards me as my nails bite into his thighs. Something inside me craves this, this euphoric high as he fucks my mouth relentlessly. Spit and saliva rolls down my chin as I choke on, unable to catch a breath. He finally relents, pulling back, just enough that I can heave in a sharp lungful of air before he pushes back inside my wanting mouth.

His head tilts back, and a groan escapes his lips. My core dampens with the carnal desire of such a depraved act as he quickens his pace.

“This wasn’t quite the promise I made, was it?” He thuds down to his knees, shoving me the rest of the way to the hard ground along with him. His hand supports the back of my head, keeping me from further damage. A move in a polar opposite from the aggressive to the gentle that has me whimpering.

His fingers feather over my clit, and I pant. My cunt aching with an intensity I’ve never felt before. I start writhing as his fingers trail down to my entrance, one of his thick fingers pushing inside me with no resistance as his thumb takes over his persistent torment of my clit.

I grip his hand in my own, stopping him, the feeling too intense. He bats my hand away, chuckling as he continues his ministrations, pumping a second finger in alongside the first. I’m a whining mess, my pussy dripping juices down the crack of my arse as I squeeze around his fingers.

“So sensitive. It’s okay, trust me.”

Withdrawing his fingers, he slings my legs over his shoulders, lining himself up at my entrance. The tip of his length presses against me, and I whimper. His body leans further over mine, his weight pressing me deeper into the dry mud beneath me. My legs splay awkwardly, but I don’t care as his lips touch mine in a deliciously soft kiss. Pulling back, he whispers softly.

“Next time, Wildcat.”

I don’t know if it’s relief or bitter frustration I’m feeling. I ran, knowing the consequences of my actions would lead to this moment. Now he’s holding back. His teeth graze my jaw and I give into the sensation, tilting my neck out in submission to him. Offering myself to him if only he would take it.

His grip on my hips is bruising as he slides his cock through my slick folds, and I let out a moan as he purposely slides against my engorged clit. My body is ready to explode, and I sense the rising orgasm as his fingers reach down to pinch my clit. The orgasm tears through me, my legs shaking uncontrollably, my body convulsing in overwhelming pleasure.

He rocks against me one last time, hot spurts of cum shooting over me. I lay back panting out heaving breaths, more satisfied than I ever have before. As I lay there, the thin sheen of sweat beginning to cool on my body, I begin to shiver and start to sit up.

That’s when he betrays me.

I know I should have expected it, but I’m disappointed. No, I'm more than disappointed. I’m angry. Not just at him, but at myself. I had known not to trust him, knowing this is what he did. When I feel the jab of the needle, I want to scream into the night air. It’s too late, though. Darkness surrounds me too quickly, silver eyes forever watching.

CHAPTER15

RAFFERTY

Age Twenty-Six

I don’t care if I look like a creep as I stare down at her beautiful face, unable to believe I have been so lucky at long last. As I trail my fingers through her auburn curls, I look down at her naked form and my cock stirs once again. I close my eyes tightly, desperate to gain control of my arousal.

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