Page 21 of The Wallflower

"You..." I run my hand down to her hip and slide my hand up her dress to feel her bare skin. Goose bumps pebble her flesh, that is, until I slide my hands between her thighs and cup her sex hard over her panties. Another whimper escapes her, and I love that sound coming from her lips.

"Tell me, flower, will you scream for me?"

She lets out a blood-curdling scream, and like thunder bolting across the sky, the energy inside me becomes electricity. "You’re such a good girl, flower. Obeying my rules and doing exactly what I want, but I’m not surprised. I get the feeling you always follow the rules."

"Shut up, and stop touching me!”

I lap at the beads of sweat trickling down the side of her neck. "I can do whatever I want to you. You agreed to that when you entered these woods. Now, I'm just taking what already belongs to me. It’s not my fault you haven't realized it yet."

“I didn’t agree to anything!” she growls, and I dig my teeth in where I licked her a moment ago. Another squeal erupts from her tender throat.

"Careful, love. I want to hear your screams later, so don't wear your voice out yet."

She swallows hard, and I can feel it against my mouth. The urge to bite down harder beats at me, but I don't give in, not yet. There is so much more I want out of her.

I carry her to a large log and set her down. "Relax for a second. Let me take care of you and make sure you haven’t beaten yourself up too much."

She reels back. "Why?"

"Despite what you think of me so far, I want your pleasure as much as your pain. I plan to get it from you in any way I can...whether you want it or not. Wanting it makes this easier, but I’m always up for a fight where I have to take it, too.”

Her throat bobs, and she wraps her arms around her middle like that will save her from me. I shove her knees apart, and she tries to pull them back together, earning her another swat on the side of her thigh. "No, flower. If I move you, you stay where I put you, or you'll regret it when I move you into a position far worse."

Tears well in her crystal green eyes and slip through the dirt on her cheeks. Slowly, so slowly that I almost lose my patience and rip her legs apart myself, she widens her thighs for me.

Ducking my head, I run my hands up the smooth skin and press my thumbs along the line of her muscle to the edge of her panties.

"Very good, flower. You're a quick learner. I like that."

"I hate you." The words vibrate out of her.

Mmm. "Tell me more. I want to hear you scream how much you hate it when I'm inside you."

Her eyes go comically wide behind her glasses. "You...you..."

"I what?"

"You plan to..."

"Fuck you into the ground until you scream on several different levels? Yes, that's exactly what I have planned." I look at her scraped-up and bloody knees. "But first, I need to get you cleaned up. I don’t want to risk you getting an infection and dying. You can’t be a willing… or should I say, unwilling participant if you aren’t alive.”

CHAPTER 8

BEL

What the helldid I get myself into?

Not only did I catch the attention of a complete psychopath but I also signed up for one of his fucked-up games. The look in his eyes tells me he's dead serious and not about to walk awayorlet me go...

He mentioned fucking, like all these other people, in the dirt, on the cold forest floor. Something tells me he won't make it easy on me either, and there’s no option to say no.

I swallow hard as his thumb brushes over the scrapes on my knee. His touch is tender, the complete opposite of the dark look in his eyes. He's eye level with my pussy, and I don't know how I feel about that. It's dark, so I can't tell if he's actually looking at me. Why spread me open if he'snotgoing to look?

"What do you want?" I ask again. "Why me?"

I hate the fragileness in my voice, but he seems to revel in it. Whenever I make even the smallest noise, he closes his eyes as if savoring the sound.

He takes so long to answer that I don’t think he will answer me at all.

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