robbed. I keep my mouth closed, the downpour and wind seeming silent now that my moans have ceased. A wicked smirk forms on his lips, emphasizing the scars on his face. “Was it better?” he asks, but 1t sounds like he already knows the answer. I nod, not brave enough to speak my lie but too prideful to say no. For a brief moment, it feels like the world around me stills. The rain, the wind, the leaves on the trees. And then everything is speeding up, too fast for me to stop him from moving my hand and delivering another sharp slap to my pussy. Instinctively, I try to close my legs to abate the pain, but he pins my knees back, leaning over me menacingly. The dormant fear flares back up again as he stares down at me. “Lie to me again,” he threatens. ““My patience only stretches so far.” I swallow the lump in my throat, my wide eyes locked on his. “Was it better?” It’s at this moment, my brain decides to remind me that I’m in the middle of the woods, alone, with a very dangerous man. A man who had tortured and murdered four men only three nights ago. “No,” I whisper, eyeing him carefully. I’m tense, waiting to see what his next move will be. Zade has always been unpredictable. That feeling is nothing new. He won't hurt you, Addie. No, but maybe I want him to. He releases me and stands. “Get up,” he clips. Shock renders me frozen, but my brain catches up after a few seconds and I’m scrambling to my feet. I’m readying to ask... I don’t even know, but before I can figure it out, he’s bending down and grabbing the back of my thighs. He lifts me up, my legs instinctively curling around his waist. My sensitive center clashes with his hard cock straining in his jeans, nestling firmly between the folds of my pussy. A soft whimper escapes, and I’m still too shocked to move or say anything as he begins to carry me, assumingly back towards my house. “What’s happening?” I finally manage, shuddering as every step rubs his jeans against my overstimulated clit. “I’m going to remind you how good it feels to be mine.”