Page 31 of Be My Sinner

A deep belly laugh escapes Sammy’s lips, as he watches the small animal scurry away to safety. Once the little shit is out of sight, he turns his eyes and attention back to tracking his desired prey.Me.

He pushes his arms against the thick foliage, looking into bushes and increasing his pace. He moves past me, and I hear the sound of more branches and twigs snapping further ahead. He’s being less careful now, allowing me to hear his movements. I hold tight to my spot, knowing I must let him get further into the forest if I want to escape.

All the sounds of his searching suddenly stop. No further movement can be heard, and the only loud sound is that of my blood racing in my ears.Shit, is he backtracking?Has he sensed that I didn’t go any further into the woods? My fingers connect with the thick, rough bark of a small fallen tree branch. I grasp it tightly and prepare myself to dart out of my hiding space and run.

“I know you’re here, Nightstar. I can sense you. I can feel you. You belong to me. I will always know where you are.” He’s trying to seduce me with the strong, raspy sound of his voice. To lure me out of hiding and let him have his way with me. I want him to, but at the same time, I need the violence and the thrill of the chase.

He gets within two feet of my bush and turns his back to me, searching with his eyes up ahead and above. A smirk crosses my lips as I rise silently from my spot, raising the branch. You should never turn your back on an enemy.Poor Sammy has forgotten his own teachings.

I slam the branch down on his shoulder, and shove him hard with my forearm and shoulder, until he falls forward and slams into the nearest tree. His breath rushes out of his lungs, and a loud, painful grunt makes its way to my ears and brings me nothing but satisfaction. I turn on the balls of my feet and run further to the left, climbing the hill and sliding down the other side.

“You’re going to pay for that, Nightstar. Each wound you inflict on me, I’ll take out on your ass when I catch you.” His gruff voice makes its way to me as I continue to run like a psychopath through the forest. He gives chase, no longer caring about disguising his steps, as he tries to catch up to me.

Sammy’s quick, but I’m smaller and faster. I run five miles daily to maintain my endurance, with a thirty-pound pack strapped to my shoulders. In a race, he will never catch me. He suddenly dives towards me, missing me by mere inches, and lands hard on the rough ground. A pained, disgruntled sound escapes him and causes me to let loose my laughter.

“Nice try, fucker, but you’ll have to do better than that!” I scream back at him as I keep running through the trees, avoiding fallen trunks and smacking into thick branches that seem to appear before me out of nowhere.

I can hear him fast on my trail. I look back for a moment over my shoulder and catch a glimpse of him, no more than ten feet behind me. His face is smeared with dirt, and he has an annoyed look across his features. I guess he’s no longer enjoying his own game. I turn back around and narrowly avoid taking a thick branch to the face. I duck low and end up slamming to my knees, the harsh, rough dirt greeting my exposed flesh, and a sharp pain stinging from my shin.Fuck, that hurts!

I try to rise and start running again, but Sammy manages to grab a fistful of my loose hair and yanks me back down to the ground. He winds the thick strands around his wrist, pulling my head back and causing a scream to leave my lips. I try to push against his hold and feel strands ripping right out of my skull.Fucking asshole, if he’s not careful, I’m going to be bald.

His other arm wraps around my upper chest, restraining my arms that are desperately trying to dislodge his hold. He uses his body weight to push me forward, forcing my unwilling compliance. My chest and waist hit the ground hard. Rocks and twigs dig into my skin as he gets a better grip on my body and pushes his knee into the middle of my back, subduing me and preventing me from rising.

“You almost got away, Nightstar. Almost, but you weren’t aware of your surroundings enough. Now, I need to punish you hard, baby. First, for trying to get away in the first place, and second, for forgetting the lessons I’ve taught you.” He leans his sizable muscular body over mine, his knee painfully digging into my flesh as his hot breath skates across my cheek.

His tongue lashes out, licking me from the side of my eye, down my face, and to my jaw. “Your fear tastes delicious, Nightstar. You taste like death, wrath, and sin, all wrapped up in a pretty package, just waiting to be used for my pleasure.”

I hear the sound of his zipper lowering once again, and it causes my core and stomach to clench. His hair tickles my face. My nose fills with his delicious and intoxicating scent, causing all my neurons to fire at once and overwhelm my senses. He pulls his arm from around my trapped chest, and my nipples meet the hard, rough ground, adding another element of sensation to the mix.

He pulls his body up, sitting down on the back of my thighs while dragging my head back by the tight hold he still has on my hair. A swishing sound is loud in the silent air around us, before I feel the sting of his large palm on my asscheek.Slap.

He soothes the hot spot on my flesh before delivering another slap in the same area. I can’t seem to get enough air into my lungs. My body is wound tight and squirming underneath him.More.I need more, but I refuse to beg like the whore he wants me to be for him.

The chase through the woods, his words, and the promise of violence and pleasure are causing my body to riot and demand all he has promised. “Get off of me, you fucker,” I demand through gritted teeth as I try to turn my head in his direction. His response to my words is to shove my face back into the forest floor, until I have a mouthful of dirt that I spit out with vehemence.

“Shhhh, my dirty girl, that mouth of yours always seems to get you in trouble.” His hand lands again, this time lower, across the bottom of the globes of my ass and the tops of my thighs. The flesh immediately stings and heats with each painful and sharp blow delivered, and then he soothes it with his rough palm.

The mixture of pain, heat, and roughness, makes tingles race across my skin, and the beginnings of an orgasm rise. I press my hips into the ground, tightening my thighs and trying to fight off the need to come on the ground like a debauched whore, but it’s no use. I need to explode, and I want to feel more pain and violence before I do.

I try to kick out, managing to dislodge his seated position on the back of my legs. I push off from the ground and kick out again, catching him in the shoulder with one of my feet that has him falling backward onto his ass, and using his elbows to brace his fall. I’m on him immediately, launching my body on top of his and grappling for a fistful of his dirty blond hair, my other hand wrapping around his throat.

I sink my fingernails into his skin, his throat bobbing and the air stuttering out of his lips. I pull on his strands and yank his head up towards mine. My mouth reaches forward and bites on his bottom lip until the flesh splits and blood blooms. “You make me bleed. I make you bleed, asshole.” I swallow the taste of his rich blood, letting it swirl around in my mouth and bring me to a feverish state of crazy.

His arm tries to wrap around my waist, but I shrug it off and dig my knee into his groin. “Fuck, Dinah,” he groans as I push my weight down.

All the muscles in his body are locked tight, awaiting what I will do next. A smug smile crosses my face at how I managed to turn this whole situation around on him, making the prey the actual predator in the end.

In a move that surprises both of us, he forces his body to lift from the ground with me still entangled on top of him. My hand around his throat tightens until his face starts to go an alarming shade of deep red, and my other arm tightly grasps his shoulder.

We land forward with me now trapped below him, my body crushed by his weight. The impact jars my body and forces me to release my hold on his throat. He grabs both my hands in a bone-crushing grip, and pulls them above my head until my body has no choice but to arch beneath him.

“That was a nice little attack, Nightstar,” he growls as he presses his hard pant-covered cock against my swollen pussy lips, the friction from his jeans rubbing against my sensitive folds and my throbbing clit. My eyes roll back into my head at the sensation. I can feel how wet I am. It’s dripping down my pussy and crack, and covering either side of my legs.

He reaches down and releases his hard cock from the confines of his pants, running the thick head through my soaked folds and bumping my clit mercilessly with it. My lungs struggle to get enough air with his heavy weight, and how excited my body is. “Spread your legs wide, my little whore,” he mumbles into my ear with his raspy voice before slamming inside of my hot core.

He fucks me like he hates me. Like he’s trying to push me into the deep ground with each of his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping harshly against skin is loud in the air around us. His hard, long cock pistons inside of me without mercy, chasing the animalistic need to control me, to rut me into the ground and prove that he is the victor. Low growls are escaping his lips with each rough slam inside of me, and his gorgeous face is lit up with a ferociousness I have never seen before. If I didn’t know he truly loves me, I would think he hates me with how hard he’s fucking me.

My body slides across the forest floor; still, he doesn’t slow down or stop his hips from slamming into mine. “You…are…fucking…mine.”

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