Page 37 of Unmasked
CHAPTER 26
Stryker
She stares at me momentarily before a smile curls her lips. Then she turns around, sprinting away from me.
My loud, vile laughter echoes through the trees, knowing my girl wants to be caught.
Or so she thinks.
When I’m through with her, she may wish I didn’t catch her.
My pulse hammers against my neck. Anticipation curls my spine as I wait, giving her a head start.
I’ve never wanted anyone as much as her.
Not just her pussy, butallof her.Every fucking piece of her body, mind, and soul is mine to take and keep.
Every molecule she breaths, every cell inside her body, belongs to me.
As I chase her, the image of the twinkle in her eyes makes me smile. That fucker, Steve, dulled it. But I brought it back.
I growl as I think about that worthless motherfucker. I dug up some concerning information about the jock. He’s had two simple assault and four sexual assault charges levied against him in two years. But his daddy is a rich prick and givesthe school hefty donations each time an accusation is brought forth, and the problem disappears.
Steve will soon be a footnote in history. I won’t let him get his hands on my little prey again.
I smirk as Mallory ducks beneath a branch, running over the trail that takes her deeper through the woods.
She went the wrong way. This trail leads to my campsite, not her apartment.
A strangled moan comes from her as she trips over a root, landing on her hands and knees.
I swoop in. “Now I’ve got you, little prey.”
My hands are around her hips, dragging her back to me. Her hands dig into the soil, fighting to get away. She twists around, throwing a handful of dirt at me, but I laugh because the mask protects my face.
She grimaces, trying to scamper away, but I’m already on her.
“Come on, little prey. You know you want it,” I taunt in her ear. “Your safe word is fire. Just say it, and I’ll stop,” I whisper.
She squirms again, and I laugh as she tries to grab the mask. I dodge her fingers and plant her hand on the ground. “Keep fighting me and see what happens.”
Mallory groans as I grab the waistband of her pants and yank, not caring if I rip them, tugging her shoes off and then her pants. I rip the panties from her and shove them into her mouth. “Be quiet.”
My hand smacks her bare ass, and she yelps before groaning.
I do it again to the other cheek with the same result. “My good little prey likes being smacked.”
She bucks against me, trying to fight me off. I laugh, dodging her headbutt.
“You’re expending a lot of wasted energy,” I rasp in her ear.
“Who are you?”
“Yours, little prey. I belong toyou.”
She pauses, momentarily stunned at my words.
My hand digs into her hip while the other slides between her legs, cupping her bare, wet pussy. “Oh, Mallory. Your beautiful pussy is soaked.” I hum against her ear, the vibrations flowing from my chest against her back.