30. CHAPTER 30 #2
“Really?” His tone is as condescending as it is appealing.
I push him again, harder this time, but he grabs my wrists and pins them by my shoulders.
“But I’m still hungry.” I can’t tear my eyes away from his and how dark and heavy they are.
He runs his nose up the side of my face.
“Are you going to give me what I want, or do I have to take it?”
“W–what?”
“I’ll give you a ten second head start.”
My eyes widen as I suck in a shaky breath.
Twisting my head to look at him, I can see he isn’t joking.
“One…”
My stomach is in my throat.
I push Eden again, and this time, he steps back from the couch.
“Two…”
Everything blurs around me, and it feels like I’m moving in slow motion as I dash to the door.
“Three…”
I only have time to shove my feet into my sneakers before I’m pushing past the screen door.
Screw the laces.
Screw a jacket.
“Four…” he calls out from the porch.
Shin deep in snow, I run as fast as I can toward the tree line.
My feet are instantly cold.
The frigid air burns my throat as I suck it down.
“Five…”
I frantically look left and right, then dash towards a thicker covering of trees.
It’s crazy how quickly my legs start to ache from wading through the snow. But there’s no way I can stop moving.
I won’t surrender without a fight.
My foot catches on a buried tree root, and I fall forward.
I wince as my hands break my fall.
Lifting them up, I see a few red drops drip into the snow.
There’s a slash across my palm from a fallen branch.
“Nine!” Eden shouts, and adrenaline pushes all the pain away.
I’m back on my feet before he can say ten.
My chest is tight as my lungs beat against it, but my head is light.
I’m floating.
I can’t even feel my legs now, I can only hear the crunch of the snow with every new step I take.
My heart pounds like a hammer.
Boom.
Boom.
My ribs feel like they’re cracking under the pressure of every emotion, nerve, and apprehension I’ve held onto since arriving here.
And I just let go.
With a warbled cry, they burst from within me, and I can see them all.
Each a different color.
Each a different taste.
I feel free.
My eyes sting from the frosty air punching at the forming tears.
I’ve never been this happy.
This seen.
This wanted.
I can hear him now.
Every two of my steps is one of his.
It’s no use.
He was always going to find me.
My feet are wet when I finally duck behind the largest tree I can see.
Back pressed against it, I wait; the anticipation growing with each new breath.
His boots pound rhythmically through the snow.
Never wavering. Only growing louder.
I breathe in, and hold it—clamping both hands over my mouth.
I squeeze my eyes shut when his footsteps finally stop.
He’s taunting me.
I know I left footprints.
I’m so hard. So desperate for him to grab me.
I hear him move to the right on the other side of the tree.
I go the opposite way in an attempt to circle the trunk, but just like always, I’m no match for his size.
There’s a strong, giant hand on the back of my neck, and I’m being slammed stomach first into the trunk.
I try to move, but he squashes my cheek into the rough bark.
Eden’s other hand slips beneath my hoodie as he plants his feet wide behind me.
“You didn’t get very far.”
His breath burns against my ear as he finds my hip.
I stare as far into the forest as I can without actually seeing anything.
He grinds against me.
His hand is searing hot as he presses it against my skin, like he’s branding me.
“Should I have given you a bigger head start?”
Without thinking I nod my head, but the scratch against my cheek feels amazing. “You should have given me ten minutes.”
“And what would you have done with that?”
“Gotten further away from you.”
He scoffs in my ear and pulls his hips back just enough to slide his hands down the back of my sweatpants. “And how much harder would you have been then?”
“I’m not— ah… fuck!”
“That’s what I thought.” Eden rubs his middle finger in circles around my rim. “Do you want more?”
“Yes, please,” I whine like a little bitch.
“Pathetic,” he whispers with a smug grin pressed against my neck. And that’s when I realize he isn’t even holding me in place anymore.
I crane my neck to look back at him, and he steals my lips.
The kiss is filthy, like we could eat each other's flesh right off the bone. And when I break away to catch my breath, Eden shoves the middle three fingers of his other hand straight into my mouth.
The gag is instant, and he holds the back of my head so I can’t move.
I brace myself against the tree, but he pins me in place with his body.
He forces the waistband of my sweats down to bare my ass.
The roughness of his old jeans scrapes against me as he takes what little pleasure he can from dry humping me.
He holds my upper body in place with his forearm wedged between my shoulders and tears his fingers from my mouth.
Even if I wanted to hold the moan in, I couldn’t, because the way he effortlessly swipes up from the bottom of my ass crack and buries the tip of all three fingers inside me… I feel like the biggest, dirtiest whore in the entire world. And I fucking love it.
“Your moans have always sounded prettier when there’s something in your ass.”
His words make me gasp for breath, and that’s when he pushes in deeper.
“I’ve been in you so often lately I barely have to prepare you.”
He draws back until I feel him almost slip free, then he spreads his fingers apart. Rough. Way too quickly.
My nails claw at the bark.
This is that fine line between pleasure and agony.
And just when I’m about to scream, he brings them back together and buries them as deep as he can.
I still cry out, but now I’m begging for more as Eden forces his forehead against my temple.
“What about me?” he asks, and pries one of my arms behind my back. “Feel how hard I am. And you haven’t even tried to touch me.”
“I… I’m… s–sorry,” I mumble as he unfairly assaults my insides.
“Are you really?”
Not at all. “Yes.”
“Dirty little liar.”
“I’m not.” I am.
“You’re humping a tree.”
“I… It’s…”
“Spit it out, Little One.”
“It’s just that I want you so bad.”
“You’re lucky the feeling’s mutual.”
I immediately feel hollow when he pulls out, but there’s no time to dwell.
With just as much ease as he’d caught me, Eden throws me over his shoulder—my ass still bare to the world.
With his first step back towards the cabin, he slaps me, and the cold makes it sting that much more. But he’s right there, groping my entire ass cheek in one of his giant hands.
Then his thumb slips inside me, and my moan is lost to the forest.
I brace myself against the small of his back and push my shoulders up as I try to force him further into me.
His laugh is devilish right before he sinks his teeth into me, and this time I do cry out and pound my fists against him.
“Put me down!”
“You don’t want that.”
“Yes I do, you asshole!”
“You really don’t.”
I reach behind me and grab Eden’s wrist, pulling his hand away. “Put. Me. Down!”
Like those were the secret magic words, he holds up both arms in surrender, letting me slip from his shoulder.
Pulling up one side of my pants, I twist to try and see if he drew blood, but I barely find the spot before his hand is in my hair and I’m yanked forward—my neck cracking.
“Ow! Fuck you.”
He laughs, and starts dragging me behind him.
It hurts worse than the bite and reminds me way too much of how he used to treat me.
“Please stop.”
“No.”
“Seriously, Eden. You’re hurting me.”
“It's not my fault you're so fucking sexy.”