Page 155 of Sinister Legacy
“You like it when the big bad wolf chases you, don’t you, my little slut? One of these days I’ll make you dress up like a little bunny rabbit, with the white ears and everything. Just imagine how fucking delicious you’ll look when I make you bleed.” Chuckling to myself, I pause to adjust my aching cock. Fucking hell, she turns me into a monster every time we play this game.
Movement behind me has me spinning around as she darts past. I sprint after her, ducking beneath branches and jumping over logs. “You’ll grow tired soon, baby. You can’t outrun me. You know that.”
“I’m at least gonna try,” she shouts somewhere in front of me before jumping out from behind a large rock and running through a thick cluster of trees. I decide to wait her out, knowing she’ll want to hide somewhere to catch her breath.
Breathing in the pine and soft earth, I take slow steps forward, careful not to crush sticks beneath my feet or do anything to give away my location. Cassie will be looking for her now. It’s only a matter of time before she calls my girl. When she does, I’ll know exactly where Keira is hiding.
She never learns. Silence your phone, crouch down low, and don’t make a single noise.
I almost laugh out loud when her phone starts to ring. Keira curses loudly, hidden behind a tall fir tree. Silencing her phone, she jumps up and runs out, straight into my hard chest.
I clamp my hands down on her bony shoulders before twisting her and shoving her down on the ground. In a swift move, I fall to my knees, grab hold of the hem of her jeans and yank them down her thighs, baring her pale, round ass.
Keira screams, rolling onto her back and bringing her knees up to her chest before kicking me hard in the chest.
Falling back on my ass, I laugh loudly. “So fucking feisty, baby.” I throw myself on top of her, pressing the switchblade to her creamy throat. She immediately grows still, and her struggles cease. She knows I’ll cut her if she makes a single move.
Knows this is predator versus predator.
The only way out is to submit.
“There’s a good girl,” I taunt, reaching down between our bodies to cup her cunt. “Now be quiet for me.”
Baring her teeth, she seethes while I strip her of her jeans before snapping her panties straight off. “Fuck you.”
I’m laughing loudly, fucking loving her attitude.
Knife pressed to her throat, I one-handedly slide the leash around her neck, admiring how the brown contrasts beautifully with her translucent, pale skin and blue veins.
I jump to my feet, Doc Martens planted on each side of her knees. She stares up at me as I make a show of rolling the dog leash around my hand. “Should I call you my dog now?”
Grinding her teeth, she says nothing, but I don’t miss how she clenches her bare thighs. She hates me a little bit. Or maybe she hates being submissive as much as she loves it.
“What do you prefer, baby? To be called a dog or a dirty little whore?” Unbuckling my belt with the hand holding the knife, I slide it through the hoops. “Pick one.”
Defiant to the end, she clamps her mouth shut. If not for the leash around her neck, she would try to run.
“Is that how it’s going to be?” With a careless shrug, I wet my lips. “Fine by me.” I strike her with the belt, right across her pretty thighs.
When she screams, my balls ache.
Fuck, how they ache.
Stepping to the side, I strike her again.
Keira has always been partial to whipping. Imagine my pleasant surprise when I found out.
Crouching down in front of her while she sobs, I make my intention clear as I drag the flat end of the knife over her cheeks. “Look at your pretty face. So fucking beautiful. I think I’m gonna fuck it up tonight. What do you say, baby?”
Her fiery, sky-blue eyes land on mine, and then she spits at me before lashing out with clenched fists and open palms.
“You little fucking…” I grunt, overpowering her with my hands, not wanting to cut her just yet. I need her to feel my brute strength. To know that she stands no fucking chance against me. I slap her once, stunning her. “That’s enough.”
A soft moan slips from her sweet mouth, and I smirk as I rise to my feet. “See this, baby?” I hold the belt up, dangling the end over her face. “It’s gonna hurt.”
“No, no, no,” she pleads, squirming on the ground, her blonde hair tangled with pine and dirt. “Please, no.”
Sweet melody.
