Chapter 21 - Rowen
She thought she could deceive me with her false trail to the left when it was very clear she had gone to the right. I could see the end of her path in the mud to one side, but not the other.
Cute.
“She tried.” I chuckled to myself before jogging to the right.
I heard her giddy laughter just ahead, something she had a hard time containing when the excitement was too much for her mind and body to handle.
I followed the sound, weaving through trunks and bushes like I was made for this, pausing ever so often to make sure I was on the right path. The light rain on the leaves was making things a tad harder than usual.
It was also making things messier, the damp ground slowly turning into mud. My new goal had become to make sure Avery was exhausted and filthy by the time we made it back to the house.
A twig snapped, and my head jerked in time to catch a glimpse of her, hair wet and legs pumping as she darted behind a crooked oak tree with a squeal.
Fuck, that sound.
“You’re not gonna get away from me, little kitty,” I called out, amused and dark with promise. “We both know exactly how this ends.”
My pace slowed until I was approaching the tree with caution, knowing the prey behind it was easily spooked. I could already feel her skin, taste her on my tongue, hear her breathy little moans.
My pulse was loud in my ears as I approached the tree then surged forward to catch her off guard.
Only, she was ready for me, and she dashed in the other direction, barely missing my attempt to grab her. She shrieked and laughed at the same time as she sprinted away.
Too soon to celebrate, you little brat.
I took five long steps then lunged at her, tackling her to the wet grass, turning so she landed on me instead of the ground. She squirmed in my grip, but I held her to me, wrapping my arms around her.
“Caught you,” I growled before trying to kiss her, but she turned her head. “You’ll regret that later.”
She looked down with a devilish smile.
Then, I felt it.
A small blade against my throat.
“You’re really going to regret that.”
She shrugged and pushed the knife hard enough to make me hiss, the blade digging into my skin enough to burn. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats, do you?”
I narrowed my eyes, but I was mesmerized by the fierce look in hers, the way she glowed with victory. She started to wiggle again, but when I dug my fingers into her hips, she pressed the blade harder.
Her smile grew when I released her, and she sat up to straddle me, all while dragging the tip of the blade down my painted torso, stopping at my belly button. My cock twitched in my pants, a painful reminder I shouldn’t have been turned on by my woman wielding a knife pointed at my stomach.
“What’s your plan, kitten?” My voice was low and taunting, knowing she didn’t have it in her to hurt me. “Do you really think you scare me?”
My hands dug into her thighs until she whimpered. Her guard dropped—her body always under my control—so I grabbed her wrists and flipped us over. Now, I was the one straddling her, pinning her hands to the forest floor, staring at her parted lips.
I’m her fucking predator.
It would never be the other way around.
I jutted my chin to the knife in her hand.
“What was the plan, Av?” I leaned down until my lips were hovering over hers. “Were you going to hurt me? Cut me maybe?”
She moaned when my hips pressed down, grinding my cock against her.
“Does that turn you on?” I teased her lips with my tongue, pulling back when she tried to kiss me. “Do you want me to bleed for you? Do you want to mark me again?”
Her eyes were wide, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth.
“Answer me,” I snapped, my patience wearing thin.
“Yes.”
My cock was begging for her pussy, but my heart ached to give her everything she wanted.
“I want you riding my cock while you do it,” I said before flipping us back over.
I slipped my sweatpants down until my cock sprang free, and then I helped her lower herself onto me. Her tight cunt felt amazing as she descended, taking me deep. My hands remained on her hips, holding her down even as she tried to bounce.
“Row, it’s too much,” she whined.
“You can handle it, baby. Stay right there until you’re finished carving me up. Then, I want to finish what I started.”
“This isn’t exactly clea—”
“We can clean it when we get back home; just hurry up before I decide to fuck you instead and you lose your opportunity.” I took her hand, placing the end of the blade over a blank spot on my hip.
The rain had washed a decent amount of the paint off my body, but it was still risky to let her do this. It didn’t matter. I needed her to understand just how deep I’d fallen for her, how willing I was to do anything for her.
It would help her understand the things I’d done, everything I put her through to get us here.
A sharp pain exploded across my hip as she pressed the knife into my skin.
I had no idea what she was carving. It could’ve been a dick for all I knew, but I savored every slice, every sting, my cock hardening with the pain.
I watched her eyebrows knit as she focused, taking her time to give me another mark.
She got upset every time I shifted my hips, moving my cock inside her.
“I’ll fuck it up if you don’t stay still,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Please hurry,” I groaned.
She giggled. “It’s kind of cute when you beg. Now I get why you like hearing it so much.”
“I’ll have you begging soon if you don’t hurry it up, Av.”
I was hanging by a thread, ready to snap at any moment and fuck her no matter the consequence. Even getting stabbed didn’t sound all that bad if it meant being buried inside her tight, wet cunt.
“I’m done.”
I moved quickly, grabbing the knife from her hand, tossing it somewhere far away from us so she didn’t get hurt. Then, I flipped us back over, staying inside her the entire time. She gasped when I started moving, thrusting with deep desperation.
The blood from my new wound was warm as it trickled down my thigh, but it didn’t stop me from plowing into her until her eyes rolled back and her pussy clenched, refusing to let me go, begging me to fill her up.
Which was exactly what I did.
Pleasure zipped up my thighs to my balls, and my cock pulsed inside her.
“I fucking love when you take my cum like a good girl,” I taunted as I spilled into her, hot and heavy, the sound of skin on skin quickly becoming wetter.
“You’re such a little whore for your stepbrother, Av.
Just look at you. Moaning my name. Writhing under me like a pathetic little animal.
” I continued thrusting, her orgasm lasting longer than mine, prolonging her pleasure.
“You’re so desperate for my cock; you’d do anything for it, wouldn’t you? ”
Her eyes opened, and she nodded.
I could’ve come again if I’d had it in me, but I was already softening inside her.
Later, I promised us both.
Avery wasn’t full enough. She needed my cum dripping out of her for the rest of the day, so I’d be fucking her again as soon as I recovered.