27
Amara
E nzo’s footsteps thundered behind me, and I ran harder, faster. A thrill shivered up my spine, my heart hammering against my chest as my adrenaline spiked.
I dodged branches and stumbled on roots, my sneakers crunching against the leaves as I ran blindly. I turned, trying to lose him through the brush. Like a true killer, he stalked after me, his steps rapid but still at a walk.
But I gave it all I had.
I tore through the trees, my breath coming out in short pants as I sprinted. Birds flapped overhead, giving me away as they fled from me. Even squirrels chittered as they scampered away.
I decided to focus on my escape. Enzo’s steps were getting faint, and hope surged in my chest that I’d lost him. I looked behind me, but I could still see him.
I turned again, losing sight of him behind a thick cluster of trees as I pressed forward.
My side ached, my eyes searching for a tree large enough to hide me. One was hollow on one side, so I reached for it, slipping inside, crouching so Enzo couldn’t find me.
I panted, trying to catch my breath as the icy air chilled my already frigid skin. I rubbed my arms, my nipples hardening under my long-sleeved dress.
My breath quieted as I heard twigs snap, and I held my breath. Footsteps, and they were coming closer.
This forest was huge. How did Enzo know where I was going?
He stopped, looking around, straining to hear any sound that I might make. I cupped my mouth, breathing through my nose as I watched him, waiting.
His eyes shot forward, a bird calling ahead, and he jogged away.
I sighed, relieved, as I grabbed the edge of the tree, stood, and crept out of my hiding spot.
Strong arms slammed me against the tree, and I screamed, Enzo’s scent flooding me as he pressed his body into mine.
“Caught you,” he chuckled.
I wrenched away, taking off into the forest, his laughter ringing all around me.
I ran until my legs ached, and I saw an abandoned, crumbling building ahead. It was dirty, covered with spray paint, and there was no way he’d find me here.
I ducked inside the peeling entryway, running through different rooms under a sign that read Hollowbrook Haunted House .
Where the fuck was Hollowbrook?
Shaking my head, I ducked into a large room, fluorescent lights flickering. I lined my body against the concrete wall, hoping if I stayed quiet, there was no way he’d find me.
So I waited. I crouched on the ground, hiding in the shadows of the far corner.
“Little pen pal,” Enzo called out, his footsteps muffled as they crunched against the gravel. “You can run, but you can’t hide. ”
I giggled, confident that he wouldn’t find me in there. It was too dark, and I was too far into the building.
But his footsteps echoed, giving the impression that he was everywhere all at once. I couldn’t tell where he was, and when the door to my hiding spot creaked open, I gasped.
He rushed me, and I dodged him, but his arms snaked around me, trapping me against him. He turned, slamming me against the wall, his dark eyes promising to ruin me right where I stood.
“Gotcha,” he murmured, his lips a whisper from mine. His hand grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his other hand wrapping around my throat, the cold blade of a knife pressing against my skin.
His knife gleamed in the low light, the edge already kissed with my blood from last week. He wrenched my dress down, exposing my breasts.
“You belong to me,” he murmured, pressing the tip of the blade just below my collarbone.
I gasped as the sharp bite of steel pricked flesh, pain blooming in red. I whimpered as Enzo deliberately stroked his knife, slowly carving letters into my skin. Blood trickled between my breasts, over my nipples, the warmth a strong contrast against the cold night air .
I whimpered, torn between agony and something darker, something deeper.
Enzo leaned back, admiring his work—his name, etched into me forever.
His fingers dipped into the blood, dragging it to his lips. He licked them clean. “Beautiful,” he murmured, pressing a possessive kiss against the fresh wound. “Now everyone will know you’re mine.”
I knew that he’d ruined me, and I never wanted to be saved.
“Now strip,” he ordered.
“Make me,” I breathed.
He smiled, fucking smiled at me, and I knew that he wouldn’t stop until he broke me. No amount of pain, blood, or tears would stop him.
He turned me around and slammed me against the wall, pinning my face to it as I whimpered, my raw flesh pulsing on my chest.
Enzo pushed my sleeves down my arms, my low neckline allowing him to push my dress down my body. It slid over me like a caress and pooled at my feet.
“Spread,” he commanded, his knife nudging my thighs. I whimpered, already on edge with him branding me, my skin buzzing. He nicked my thigh, and I yelped, spreading my legs wider, exposing my bare pussy.
He groaned at the sight, pressing the flat of his blade along my ass, spreading my cheeks as he spat on my back hole.
I heard him suck on something and stiffened when a finger pressed against the tight ring of muscle before I relaxed, and it slipped inside my ass.
“So tight,” he gritted, thrusting his finger a bit before he added another. My pussy clenched, begging to be filled, but I was at his mercy as he filled me, using me for his own pleasure.
He slapped my ass, and it jiggled, and he groaned at the view. He removed his fingers, then I jumped as he ran his knife handle through my pussy’s wetness. Then, Enzo pressed the handle of his knife into my ass. I cried out as it entered me, the hard girth stretching me.
“That’s my little pen pal,” he groaned, taking the skin of my neck between his teeth as he sucked, marking me. His erection pressed against my cheek, hard and throbbing as he fucked my ass with his knife. “I miss your letters, baby. Tell me what you’d write me in one right now.”
“Enzo,” I moaned, the hard press of his blade sliding inside me as he reached around, flicking my clit. “You’re a fucking psychopath, but I’ll die if you ever stop touching me. Don’t ever stop.”
“Amara,” he groaned, finishing her letter for me as he removed the handle from my ass.
I opened her mouth to protest, but he swallowed it when his mouth crashed against mine, and he slipped his cock in my ass.
I let out a strangled moan as he stretched me, molding me to the shape of his cock, but I didn’t get a moment to adjust. My pen pal was brutal, and he rammed his cock in deep, and hot curls of pleasure coiled tightly in my pelvis.
Enzo rubbed the sides of my clit, and my knees shook, fighting to hold up my weight as he claimed my ass.
“Amara,” he groaned, punctuating his words with every thrust. “I. Will. Never. Stop.”
“Promise?” I squealed as his hips snapped against mine, the friction against my clit delicious.
“Promise,” he swore, his cock throbbing inside me.
“Enzo!” I cried, shuddering violently as my pussy clenched on nothing, my clit spasming against his fingers, waves of ecstasy washing over me like a tidal wave .
Enzo groaned, but I wasn’t done. I reached behind me, wrenching his knife from his grasp.
He stilled, and I pushed him away, slipping him out of my ass as I turned, pointing the knife at his chest.
“Your turn,” I breathed, shoving him on the ground. His eyes darkened, and he held his hands up. I knelt over him, whipping his shirt off him as I gazed at his sculpted chest and taut abs.
I’d never get tired of looking at him.
I searched his pockets, triumphant when I found a small package of wet wipes inside. He often carried them with his knife to wipe it clean. I wrapped one around his cock, and he winced as the cold cloth swiped at him, and I didn’t stop until his cock was spotless. I threw the wipe away and hovered above him, positioning his cock at my entrance.
“You’re mine,” I declared, lowering myself, taking him inch by inch as he hissed, his hands snaking over my hips as he steadied me. I slowly impaled myself on his cock, my pussy aching as he filled me.
I pressed the tip of his blade against his chest, and his eyes blazed with lust.
I dragged the blade across his skin, cutting him, carving deliberate letters as he gritted his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine as his cock throbbed inside me.
AMARA , I carved, my own blood dripping down my breasts and onto his abdomen as his blood pooled down his abs. He was slippery, and I slid in our combined blood as I branded him as mine.
I let the knife slip from my hands, clattering on the ground as I braced myself on his shoulders, circling my hips as I rode him hard.
“Now everyone will know that your lawyer claimed her inmate,” I moaned, my nails digging into his skin, drawing blood as I slammed down on top of him. “That your pen pal made you hers.”
He growled, cupping my dripping breasts as he licked the blood off my nipples, his pupils large and daunting, like twin abysses.
“Say you’re mine,” I moaned.
“I’m yours, love,” he mumbled around my breasts between sucks. “Only yours.”
My breath stuttered, pressure building inside me as I changed the angle, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone.
I heard him grab for the knife as he placed the handle against my ass, shoving it back inside me as I squealed, the sting fading into consuming pleasure.
I leaned forward, licking the blood from my carving, and he let out a haunted groan. Then he rolled, moving me beneath him as he buried himself inside me, and I rode his knife.
I gripped his chin and kissed him, the taste of both of our blood mixing, mingling into one delicious, addicting flavor.
“There is no escaping us,” he groaned. “If you try to leave, I’ll drag you right back home, love.”
Love . It was his way of saying he loved me.
“If you try to leave me, I’ll chain you to my bed,” I cried out.
He groaned, surging into me so fast and hard that I didn’t know where he ended, and I began.
“Only I can touch you,” he growled. “If you want to come, call for me, and I’ll make you come, my little pen pal. You can’t even touch yourself, and if I catch you, I’ll punish you.”
A strangled cry left my throat, my entire body on fire, burning for him and only him. “Enzo!” I shouted.
“Fall for me, mi angelo ,” he groaned.
I broke, shattering as I convulsed, my pussy squeezing his cock like a vice as it fluttered. My clit vibrated as ecstasy speared through me, intense and blinding, my vision going white with the sheer force of it.
Enzo roared as he spilled inside me, exploding as hard as I was.
Enzo was the man who inserted himself into my life, giving me no choice as he made his mark. He showed me how fucked up the world really was, and he removed my rose-colored glasses so I could finally see for the first time.
I wasn’t sure what the future held for us, but what I did know was that no matter what, the world would end before we’d be apart, and I would always be his pen pal.