Chapter 44
Lana
“You want me to?” I stand up and point to the forest. “Run?” To make this situation even more insane, M cocks his rifle and points it toward me.
“Yes. And I want some answers along the way.”
“But what if somebody hears us?” I know damn well nobody will hear us because this place is so cut off from civilization. Fuck, I need to play this right. I need answers. I straighten my back and start running into the forest.
“Run like your life depends on it!” I hear M yelling at me, and I can sense the amusement he gets from this.
I’m running so fast that I feel like the forest is swallowing me whole.
My world is turning feral, and there is only one thought coursing through my mind—his darkness is intertwining with my soul, and I can’t do anything about it.
“How did you hide that you were your dad’s daughter?” I’m fast, but M is faster. I hide behind a tree, and I try not to breathe. Not because he will hear me—the fucker will probably see the cold breath coming out of my mouth. Tree branches are snapping, and I feel his presence.
Very.
Fucking.
Close.
I can’t show who I really am or why I might be in danger. It could blow up my entire life that I have carefully orchestrated.
Carefully, I look behind the tree and see that he is not there. I also don’t hear him, so it might be safe to move.
“I need an answer, little hummingbird,” M says with that stupid fucking grin. Even when he wants to make me bleed and hurt, my body craves his touch. He is standing very close to me and is not holding his rifle.
He extends his arm toward me, and on instinct, I do something I haven’t done in a while—I kick him hard in the shins, and he drops to the floor.
Not because I am that strong, but because I surprised him.
Without waiting for a response, I run behind him, and before I ascend even more into the dark forest, I yank on the strap of the rifle. He falls onto his back.
“That move makes me want to eat your fucking pussy and make it bleed for me.”
Fuck.
My lungs are burning, each breath fogging in the cold night air as I sprint deeper, deeper, and deeper into the place that holds memories. The ground beneath me is slick with old moss and wet leaves.
But I don’t slow down.
My erratic heartbeat feels like it’s bruising all the bones inside of me.
A fucking bush, yes. I lay down on the ground with my hands on my head.
“I stole the identity from a woman my father took out. My name really is Lana, though!” I answer to M’s earlier question.
“Nice work, little hummingbird. Where the fuck are you?” His voice sounds a little bit far away, so I know I have a little bit of wiggle room in this room of madness.
“Come on, M, ask me another question!” I yell out. His devious laughter makes the leaves in the forest rattle and the wet ground shake.
“Why did you hide your real identity?” Steps. Steps. Steps. I look ahead of me, and I can see him with his back turned to me. I slowly stand up and take a few tentative steps backward until I’m sure that he can’t hear me run away.
The forest sounds alive—a low groan of the trees shifting in the wind and the distant rustle of him moving just out of sight. Once I know that I can answer him, I hide behind a well my father had installed.
We are near the house of horrors.
“Because I wanted to rebuild my life without any influence from my father!” In a way, it’s true. I wanted to play the game on my own rules.
“One more question, little hummingbird.” He is close. How the fuck is he moving so fast without making any sound? My father underestimated him.
“Ask away, you crazy bastard,” I yell at him. I realize my significant error because I shouldn’t have called out to him like that. Now he knows where to find—
“Where is Daddy dearest now?” He is standing a few feet to my right. My eyes pop open, and I don’t dare to move my head. Neither is he taking any step toward me.
“He is not in prison.” The truth is coming out.
“I know, Lana. Where is he?”
“I really don’t know.” I hope he knows that I’m not lying. I really don’t know where he is. The wind rustles through the treetops, and then I feel it. Cold fingers are brushing through my hair. I hate how much I desire his touch.
“Don’t lie to me.” M has dropped the facade of being nice; the cold killer he is, is here.
“I am not lying. Please, M.” My voice is pleading for something. And I don’t want to admit to myself, let alone him, for what.
M stands behind me and moves my hair from my back to my front. He wets his lips and starts peppering my neck with soft kisses.
“What are you begging for?”
“I don’t know.” He grabs my hair and pushes me so I’m bent forward like a fucking dog.
“I told you that I hate liars.” He pulls my pants down in a swift motion, along with his.
He is standing right behind me. “Hold out your arms behind your back. Now, fucking slut.” I hear the clinking of something metal—the cuffs.
My hands are now tied together, and I need to be in pain, but I’m not.
“I don’t know if I can do this, M,” I tell him, though I’m not sounding that convincing. And I’m pushing myself against him. Feeling his hard cock already.
“Asking for your permission for anything today was not on my fucking agenda,” he teases, his dick against my asshole. Wetness is already coating pussy. “And this won’t be as well.” M pushes his fingers inside of me and coats them with my release.
“Fuck, you are already wet. Is my little cum slut desperate for this dick?” he asks me as he pushes a finger inside my ass. The sensation is painful at first, but now I’m salivating at the thought of what’s to come.
When I don’t answer him, he slaps me very fucking hard on my ass.
“I asked you a question!”
“I am desperate! Please just fuck me.” His tip is now teasing me. “Oh dear Lord!”
“No god is here right now, only the devil. And I will murder your ass right now.” I open my legs even wider, and he pushes fully inside of me. I cry out in pleasure and pain.
“Dare to call me anything other than your god, and I will make sure that you won’t be able to stand for two fucking weeks.”
“Fuck me harder, my god!”
“I fucking will,” M promises me, and he is not a man to back down on his promises. The combination of the cold air and our writhing bodies is making me feral. M is thrusting in and out, and fucking deep. His forceful thrusts don’t leave room to do anything other than scream like an animal.
“M!” Wrong fucking wording. This madman thrusts so hard that the breath is knocked out of me.
“Apologize, little hummingbird, or I am going to make you choke on this dick!” His resonance is astounding and frightful.
“Sorry, my god! Please make me come, I can’t do this anymore!” I’m honest because the sheer force of his thrusts and my determination to see this through are making me see stars.
“I.” Thrust. “Didn’t.” Thrust. “Ask.” Thrust. “For.” Thrust. “Your.” Thrust. “Opinion!” His last thrust makes me almost fall forward, but he catches me because of the cuffs. I come so hard that my eyes fly backward, and I have a feeling that I’m going to pass out.
Then he does something that surprises me, M pulls out before he finishes.
“My god, what the fuck are you doing?” I ask him.
“Don’t you dare move or look at me,” he says as he is now standing in front of me. “I told you that you were going to choke on this dick.” He grabs the back of my head and pushes his dick into my mouth. I start to choke as his dick is hitting the back of my throat.
Yet, I revel in this fucking momentum.
“Just like that, make your god come.” Tears are welling up in my eyes, and my mouth is a perfect O.
“Your tears are no concern of mine, only that you are doing this,” I hum in approval through the tears. “You are so fucking dirty that you are liking this.” My mind is spinning, and I’m not denying anything he is saying.
“Fuck, I’m coming! Drink up my cum like the dirty little whore you are of mine!” His screams are echoing throughout the entire forest, and I couldn’t give a single fuck if somebody is hearing him.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” And then he comes inside of my mouth while still holding the back of my head as his cum is seeping down my throat. I collapse onto my knees once I’m done, and he is before me on his knees in a second.
“I could look at you like this all the time, little hummingbird.” He grabs my chin and makes me look at him.
“Wounded for me. For us.” M brings his face toward mine and kisses me softly on my lips. When I gaze into his eyes, I see something I haven’t seen before.
Vulnerability.
It’s like he was looking for someone to share his madness with, and he found it.
He undoes the cuffs and picks me up into his arms, and carries me all the way to his car. I snuggle against his embrace.
While he is walking us to his car, he asks me a question.
“When we get to my home, I will ask you more questions. But I have one for now.”
“Ask me,” I say, all sheepish and tired.
“Do you really love me?” His question hits hard because he really needs to know the answer. This is not the M I know, which makes this all the more fucking harder. Breaking his heart isn’t something I plan on doing, yet it feels necessary.
Stay focused, Lana.
“I do love you.” I couldn’t stop that piece of honesty even if I wanted to.
I do love him.
Fuck.