Chapter 32 Arlo #2
“I’m going to fuck you like I don’t give a goddamn shit about you. Like you’re just a body I found in the woods. A set of holes to use until I’m empty.”
Cold air rushes in as he slices the fabric apart, exposing my chest. The thin bra clings to my skin, nipples hard, shame and heat mixing in a dizzying wave.
He tears it in half with one brutal tug. The straps snap like paper.
“Because that’s what you want,” he growls. “That’s what I want. This thing between us? It’s a fucking sickness. And I’m done pretending it’s anything else.”
He throws the knife into the front seat—it skitters across the dashboard with a dull clatter.
Then he grabs the waistband of my sweatpants and yanks them down in one swift, vicious motion, dragging my panties with them. I’m naked in the cold leather of the backseat of a car on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere.
“There is nothing between us.” I try to cover my breasts, but he grabs my wrists, slamming them above my head.
“Fucking liar. I have never cared about anything more in my entire fucking life than I do you.” His mouth crushes mine again, and I bite down, hard, on his lip.
He groans and kisses me deeper, his tongue forcing its way back into my mouth.
He’s all-consuming, a fire that’s burning me alive from the inside out.
He breaks away, and shoves his knife into my hand. Pushing the door open, he gives me one last menacing look.
“Run.”
I don’t have to be told twice. I scramble out of the car, the forest a wall of black shadows, the air biting against my naked skin. I don’t think. I just run. Tree branches whip at my face and body, snagging in my hair.
What the fuck.
What the fuck.
What. The. Fuck.
He’s wrong. I don’t want this. I’ve never wanted this. What happened before was a mistake. A product of grief and pain and manipulation.
But my body…my body is humming with a terrifying energy. The thrill of being hunted.
I hear him behind me.
At least…I think I do.
The rhythmic crash of boots through the undergrowth echoes in my ears, louder than my own breath. My vision blurs in the dark as moonlight filters through the thick canopy above, casting broken shadows across the forest floor.
A hollow log. A thicket of thorns. Somewhere—anywhere—to hide.
I dive behind a fallen tree, the bark scraping against my bare skin. Just as my feet brace against the mossy ground, something snaps beneath me.
A hiss of rope through air—
And then I’m flying.
Pain sears up my leg as the snare yanks tight around my ankle, flipping me upside down. The world spins violently. My hair brushes the dirt. Blood rushes to my head in a dizzying pulse.
The knife clutched in my hand feels useless now. I writhe, trying to reach the knot, trying to breathe.
“Look at you,” a voice purrs from the dark.
My blood turns to ice.
Raze’s laughter rumbles from somewhere deeper in the trees. “Told you she wouldn’t make it far.”
They’re both here?
My stomach coils as Priest steps from the shadows, unhurried. He’s not winded. Not even breathing hard.
“Let me down, you son of a bitch,” I snarl, swinging hard, trying to build momentum, trying to aim the blade at the rope. But the motion sends a lightning bolt of pain through my ribs.
He circles me slowly, eyes dragging across every inch of my body.
“No. I like this view.”
His fingers skim up my inner thigh. I flinch, lashing out with the knife.
He catches my wrist mid-air, grip locking like steel. He squeezes and the blade slips from my fingers, falling to the forest floor with a dull thud.
“Tsk, tsk, kitten.”
He leans in, his face just inches from mine. The world’s upside down, but the menace in his eyes is perfectly clear.
“All that training from your father, and this is the best you can do? Pathetic.”
“Go to hell.” I thrash, kicking at him—but the trap holds fast.
He crouches. “I grew up in hell, Arlo. Fucked the devil. Stole his crown. And made hell my fucking home.”
His other hand slides along my torso, cups my breast, his thumb flicking over my nipple. It tightens instantly, a jolt of unwanted heat shooting through me.
Grabbing the back of my head, he yanks me towards him.
“Do you know what the most painful part of all this is? Your body. It knows it’s mine. It knows I’m the one who broke it. The only one who can put it back together. Even when you fight it, even when you scream, it still responds. It still sings for me.”
“No…” The word is a broken whisper, a useless denial against the truth of his touch, against the traitorous pulse between my legs.
“I’m going to shatter every piece of you until the only thing left is what I want. Until every breath you take is because I allow it.” He lets go of my head, letting it dangle.
His zipper lowers. The metallic rasp cuts through the night. He frees himself, his cock thick and heavy in his grip. He rubs his tip against my face. Tears of frustration and hatred leak from my eyes, tracing paths into my hairline. I am completely at his mercy. Dangling like a piece of meat.
“Look at you, already crying for me.” He smears a tear across my cheek with his thumb. “I haven’t even started.”
“Stop…please stop.”
“Open your mouth.”
I squeeze my lips shut.
He laughs. “Trust me, you’re gonna want my cock wet for the next hole I take.”
“No.” I shake my head violently, making him grip my chin harder. “No, no, no.”
“Arlo…”
“Fuck you, fuck you, fuck—”
He yanks my hair at the base of my neck and shoves his cock in my mouth. My jaw aches from the size of him. He pumps his hips, the tip hitting the back of my throat, his balls slapping against my nose.
“Christ, kitten.”
I thrash against him, clawing at his hips. I can’t breathe.
“Fuck. I love when you fight me.”
Tears stream down my face, saliva running from my mouth. When I think I can’t take anymore, he pulls back, and I gasp.
“Now for the real fun.”
He drags his large fingers through my folds.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans. “Your cunt is already weeping for me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, a sob catching in my throat. This isn’t just a violation. It’s an execution.
His fingers drag further, until they circle my tight pucker.
“No! Please don’t.” I squirm, the motion sending pain through my ribs.
He pushes his thick finger inside my tight ass. I scream, a raw, ragged sound as he works it in and out, stretching me.
“I want a safe word!” I blurt out
He stops.
The forest holds its breath.
He lets out a low, dark chuckle that vibrates through my bones. “You think this is a game, little one? You think I’m going to stop because you say some pretty word?” His finger pushes deeper. “Did you hear that, Raze? She wants a safe word.”
Raze’s laughter echoes through the trees. “She really is a dumbass.”
“Do I look like someone who allows a choice?” Priest’s other hand moves between my legs, finding my clit.
A wave of unwanted pleasure washes over me, and I hate myself for it.
I hate him for it. “There are no fucking safe words when you belong to a monster, Arlo. Just pain and pleasure. And I’m the one who decides which you get. ”
“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for anymore. “I’m scared.” The confession tears out of me.
“You fucking should be. I’m going to hurt you.
” He twists his finger in my ass, and I cry out.
“And you’re going to take it.” He removes his finger, and a cold dread fills me as I realize what’s coming next.
He spits, the glob landing between my cheeks, and he presses the thick head of his cock to my tight hole.
“No!” I scream, trying to kick out, to writhe away. The rope bites into my ankle, my body twisting uselessly.
His hands clamp down on my hips, holding me still.
He pushes inside. The stretch is searing, burning, a deep, invasive agony that tears a raw scream from my lungs. He’s too big. This angle is wrong. My body splits open around him.
He doesn’t stop.
He buries himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust, his balls slapping against my ass. The scream ripped from me is silenced by a choked gasp as my entire body convulses.
“Fuck, that’s tight. You take my cock so well when you’re scared.”
My head swims, blood pounding in my ears. I’m being torn apart from the inside out.
He starts to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in. Each thrust is a fresh wave of pain, a violation so deep I can feel it in my bones. The world is a blur of agony and the sound of his grunting, the wet, obscene sounds of him using me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re being ruined,” he groans.
“Please,” I sob, the word barely a whisper.
“Fuck. Your pathetic sounds are going to make me come.” He picks up the pace, his hips pistoning, his cock reaming me, claiming me, destroying any part of me that might have been left whole.
My body is jolting with every thrust, the rope around my ankle cutting into my skin, my head bouncing against the forest floor. Tears and snot are streaming down my face, into my hair. I am a mess. A ruined, sobbing, used up thing.
And still, traitorous heat builds in my core, a fire stoked by the friction of his violent invasion. My body, the ultimate betrayer, is starting to respond.
“No,” I whisper, a desperate prayer to a god who has long abandoned me. “No, no, no!”
Raze’s laughter cuts through the trees. Louder than Priest’s ragged breathing behind me.
“She’s gonna come. Look at her, Priest. Her fucking nipples are hard as rocks. She loves this shit.”
I want to die. I want the earth to split open and swallow me whole.
“My filthy fucking kitten.” His hand snakes around my hip, fingers finding my clit and rubbing in vicious, perfect circles that match the brutal rhythm of his cock inside me.
“You can’t help it, can you? You’re gonna come with my cock ripping your ass open and a fucking audience watching.”