Chapter 35
Maddy
I may have forgotten to mention the literal forest surrounding Old Wardour, and I run at full speed towards the treeline as I hear Jett’s boots hit the ground.
My adrenaline soars as I realize this was when I could’ve used a longer head start, darting left once I enter the trees.
In the daylight, everything around the old castle is so bright green, but right now the trees are so thick that the moon can just barely penetrate them.
The English oak trees have turned a beautiful dark orange, and my Docs crunch them as I run, weaving through the trees before veering right and moving deeper into the forest. After a few hundred more feet, I rest against a tree to stop and see if I can hear Jett.
“Resting was a mistake, kitten.”
I screech as I feel Jett’s fingertips slide through the tips of one pigtail as I lunge forward away from his grasp.
How is he that fast? Desire consumes every cell in my body as I jump over a fallen tree trunk and run faster than before.
It’s no use, though. Damn that wizard of a trainer and lack of body fat to weigh him down!
He’s just feet behind me now. “Prepare to get your holes destroyed, Baby, you’re crazy if you think I’m holding back on you now. ”
I feel his hand grasp my collar, and I can’t escape it.
He gives a shove, and my palms smack against the rough bark of a tree as his fingers pin me there, pressing between my shoulder blades.
His other hand yanks down my leggings to find my desperately wet entrance before rattling his buckle.
I hiss, feeling the cool metal of the cross slide into me.
Suddenly, he’s buried to the hilt, in one rough stroke.
My cheek grazes the bark as he slams into me, and I gasp.
I’ve never wanted to be fucked more in my entire life, but I wasn’t ready to be caught, Damn it!
Three more delicious thrusts, and I almost give in to the pleasure completely.
Not that he needs to, but Jett pulls out momentarily to spit on his length, and that was his first mistake.
My elbow flies back, shoving him in the solar plexus, and I escape while he sputters and coughs, tucking his dick away.
I laugh manically, running as fast as I can while yanking my leggings back up.
I turn left on a dime, but the farther I go, the more I realize there’s a lake through the trees, and I end up running along the perimeter.
Under the mask, I hear a huff and a wisecrack about how I don’t look prepared to take a dip.
My boot gets stuck in the muddy bank, and I feel fingers swipe and miss at my hair as it flies behind me.
I am not prepared to fall into chilly British lake water, so I turn back into the forest, and a thick, knotty root catches my boot, and I trip, falling and landing on my hands and knees.
I should be frustrated, but it’s a moan that escapes my lips as I feel Jett’s fingers wrap around my pigtails and his obscene erection pressing against my ass.
“Winner takes all,” he growls with a sharp tug on my hair.
He spanks my ass hard, and I enjoy the cushion of the thick leggings.
I whine for more, but he grips both ponytails in one hand and rotates around me, and I am so glad he does.
This is the best view of this property yet.
His mask emanates the glow that lights up his insane chest and abs, and low-slung jeans, mixed with his heavy breathing under his mask, make me feral.
He takes out a different knife, and my breath hitches.
He drags it across my throat, and I sigh in relief. This one’s the prop.
He pulls the knife down his exposed skin from his sternum all the way down, bumping over his abs, till it hits that barely there treasure trail. He drops the prop, and I whimper. Jett curses under his breath, unbuckling his belt and jeans while I stretch my tongue out for him.
“Little kitties that run from their owners don’t get treats, and they certainly don’t get gentle treatment.”
He manhandles my jaw and thrusts Keane in until the back of my throat constricts around the cross.
His other hand yanks hard on my hair, and I moan sharply around his cock.
He barely pulls back before thrusting against my gag reflex, over and over.
Tears prick at my eyes until he has me choking on his perfect cock like I’m some sort of porn princess.
Jett hisses, and I reach up one hand to drag my fingernails across his balls, feeling them tense and tighten instantly.
He pulls free from my mouth, grips my arm, and flips me on my back with a rough thud.
His hand cushions under my head and then pulls it away to yank his jeans down further.
He wraps his fingers around both of my wrists and slams them down over my head while he grabs another knife from his hoodie.
The one that penetrated the soil earlier?
How could he have stopped to collect it and still catch up to me that quickly? Special powers, duh.
He rips my leggings open with it, and Keane twitches, the knife falling from his grip feet from us on the ground.
Jett drags his cock along all the wetness that’s gathered and groans, not giving me time to adjust as he thrusts into me and bottoms out, leaving me screaming.
One hand pinning my wrists down and the other on my throat, and holy shit, I’d watch the fuck out of this movie!
“Scream as loud as you want; the ghosts in the castle can’t even hear you now.
Naughty girls that run from their daddies have to beg to come,” Jett hums. As he thrusts deeper and my thighs shake, he removes his grip on my wrists and hovers his thumb over my clit.
He cocks his head, the dead eyes of his mask glowing blush to match my cheeks. “I’m waiting.”
His fingers tense on my neck, and I use my good girl acting skills, lay it on thick as I whimper, “Please let me come, Daddy. I only ran because you make it so fun to be chased. Someone so powerful pursuing me? It makes my pussy throb for you. I need to come on your huge, perfect cock.”
“Fine, just this once,” he growls, his thumb pressing down and vibrating better than any toy on the market.
Magic powers. My family can screw with me as much as they want about picking the wrong rocker over the right warlock, but Jett has powers like no other person I’ve ever met.
And yes, that includes several self-proclaimed witches.
“Thank you … sir…” My vision blurs into a hazy blizzard of static pleasure and electricity as I come, my back arching off the ground, toes curling inside my boots.
I’m in so much bliss I don’t realize Keane’s left me until my hips are roughly jerked and my knees hit the forest floor.
I gasp as my release is dragged to coat my third and final princess hole.
As promised, he does not take it easy on me, let alone take it slow.
I scream so loud when his cock is buried inside my ass that I swear it makes several more crisp oak leaves fall down to greet me.
He stops and breaks character. I only know that because his character wouldn’t stop, not even when I screamed that loud.
Not ever. It’s like the stalker is writing his own part in my head as we speak … as we fuck.
“Is that too much for my pathetic, easy-to-catch, little slut to take?”
“No such thing as too much from you, sir. Try to break me, I fucking dare you.”
The rumble in the base of his throat is so low the devil can surely hear it.
He spanks my ass until it stings, and I’m babbling to the point where I’m speaking in tongues.
He grabs both ponytails and thrusts deeply, groaning and cursing and wow, already shaking.
The harder he yanks on my pigtails, the louder I cry out his name.
The harder he rams the magic cross into me, the more foreign my voice becomes until I sound like a feral animal instead of a spoiled wannabe princess.
“Take one f-u-c-k-i-n-g guess where I’m going to come, sweetheart.”
“Mrs. Raven,” I huff out in desperate pleasure and instinctual need, “paint your cum on that name every night until it’s legally mine, please.”
One more sharp tug on my hair, and I feel Jett jerk behind me, groaning, swearing, and whining Baby, which is the cutest character break ever.
I feel his hand trembling as it grips my hip, hot cum splashing over my future name, and it makes me wanna come, too, the way he moans and spreads it across my tattoo with his cross.
His release claims me, coating each letter, like he’s signing his claim on me with an approval stamp from the devil himself.
The mask clatters to the earth, glowing up at me, grinning at me, saying something sinister like, You twisted, creep-loving, subby little whore.
Well, the mask doesn’t lie. I feel his slick, searing skin press against my back, his forehead resting above the mess he’s made.
“There is no fucking victory like complete and total ownership of a princess, a secret little slut just for me,” he pants, “I’ve never come so hard in my life, Baby.”
The proudest, most satisfied smirk curls my lips as I stare back at the pink, glowing face under me. I made him come harder than AnnaBella, Cecily, Shara, a hundred other girls and a hundred other boys?
“Really?”
My head floats to the clouds. I don’t even realize I’m off the ground until I blink and see I’m in Jett’s arms. His light eyes are an unfathomable obsidian out here as they stare right into mine and all the way through me.
“Yes, really, you are my everything, and I love you more than I love myself or anyone else, for that matter. An orgy full of supermodels could never make me feel like you just did. So, promise, promise you’ll never be anything but mine.”
Despite being in love for just three months, it's the easiest promise that’s ever been made. “Yours forever, promise.” And I kiss his soft lips until I get lost in them, permanently.