Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
GRACIE
He dismissed me.
He freaking dismissed me.
He chased me through the woods, made my heart pound, came all over me like he was marking his goddamn territory and then fucking dismissed me.
I stomp back the way I came, grumbling to myself the entire way.
I should be happy that’s all he wanted to do, but there’s a part of me that’s seething at the fact he got me all worked up just to leave me high and dry.
Like, who does that?
The asshole who’s been stalking me, that’s who.
It’s darker now, and I use the flashlight on my phone to light up the trail so I don’t accidentally fall over, hit my head and end up with a concussion since that is absolutely something that would happen to me, and I really don’t feel like explaining myself to anyone about what I was doing out here.
I pause and sigh, staring up through the trees at the sky as if it will give me all of the answers I need.
What the hell am I doing?
How do I stop this mess?
What do I do about this guy?
One moment I want him to stop and the next, I’m internally begging him for more.
Just as the thought hits me, something else does too and it takes me a moment to realize that it’s not just my mind messing with me, and I actually I am being pushed to the ground from behind.
I land on my front, a body covering the back of mine and once again pinning my arms to the dirt beneath us.
Again? Seriously?
“Didn’t think I’d really just leave you like that, did you?” he says and I grunt, still pissed at him for the little show he put on.
Yes, I honestly did think he was just going to leave me like that, since I don’t know a thing about him, how the hell am I supposed to know?
Then again, from everything I’ve seen of him so far, I don’t actually think he’d leave me to walk through the forest alone in the dark but sue me for not thinking clearly.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I snarl, and he laughs, the sound eerie in the quiet of the night.
“That’s not really what you want, though. Is it?” No, it’s not, but like hell am I voicing that aloud. “Nah, you want me. You want me to take whatever I want.”
His weight shifts and I continue to struggle under him as his free hand finds the waistband of my leggings and tugs them down just under my ass.
Rather than pulling down my panties in the same fashion, he fists the material and the next thing I know, I’m feeling a sharp sting and hearing the sound of the material being ripped, because of course, this dick couldn’t just do things the easy way.
I hiss out a breath as a cold breeze washes over my exposed skin.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this, love,” he mutters—clearly taking the noise I made the wrong way—before his fingers find my entrance, the evidence of my arousal no doubt just proving his point as he pushes a finger inside me.
All the while, I continue to struggle.
I continue to act like this is the last thing I want when really, I want nothing more.
And how fucked up is that?
How sick does that make me?
The only thing that would make this better is if I knew who it was behind the mask, but at the same time, the air of mystery surrounding him just turns me on more.
“Yeah,” he says on a laugh. “You definitely want this. Need this. Don’t worry, babe. I’m done playing around.”
With that, his finger disappears and is replaced with the head of his dick pushing inside.
I swallow a moan as he enters me, secretly loving the way he fills me.
He keeps me anchored in place, and I stop putting up a fight, knowing that it’s pointless.
Not only would I never get away from him, but I don’t actually want to, and he knows it just as much as I do.
He stills once he’s fully inside and I silently beg for him to just hurry up and fuck me, not to get it over with but because I love the feel of him and need to come more than I need air.
It’s so wrong, so fucked up, yet nothing has ever felt more right than the feeling of his body pressed against mine while I’m pushed into the dirt and his dick fills me.
“Fuck, I almost forgot how good you feel, how tight you are, how wet you get for me.”
He gives a tentative thrust, and I can’t help but arch back for him, needing more. He laughs, no doubt knowing exactly what he’s doing to me before he finally gives me what I need.
He starts off slow, but it doesn’t take long for him to pick up speed, letting go of my wrists in favor of wrapping a hand around my hair. He pulls, and the pain of my hair being pulled from my skull mixed with the intense pleasure of his cock driving into me makes me cry out.
“Please,” I moan, though even I’m not sure what I’m asking for.
For him to stop?
For him to keep going?
For more?
I honestly have no idea but luckily for me, he seems to know my body and my needs more than I do.
“I know, love,” he murmurs and shifts a little before lifting up my hips so that he’s hitting me just right and I’m on all fours in front of him.
His movements get quicker, deeper. He’s aggressive as he fucks into me with abandon and I whine and whimper as he thrusts into me without a care in the world, knowing he’s giving me exactly what I need.
He keeps talking, telling me how good I am, how amazing I feel, giving me praise and telling me how much he missed being like this with me, how much he needs me.
I don’t even feel the orgasm coming as my mind blanks, intense pressure and pleasure filling my veins before my vision goes white and I come so hard my entire body trembles just before his hips start stuttering as though he’s finding his own release, but I’m too far gone to really take notice as my mind finally shuts off.
I don’t think about what comes next or how the hell I’m supposed to make it back to my dorm, I just close my eyes, letting the darkness take over.
“Sleep, love. I’ll get you home safe and sound.”
And that’s exactly what I do, knowing that no matter what, I’m somehow safe with him.