I try to insert an ounce of confidence, but the calculating look on Zade's face completely shreds that notion. I shiver, but not from the relentless rain soaking my skin.
Instead of answering verbally, he reaches down and grips the waistband of my leggings. In one sharp tug, he’s ripping the fabric down my legs and flinging it somewhere out in the forest.
Definitely won’t be getting those back.
My eyes round when he harshly jerks my yellow thong, the lace easily tearing beneath his strength.
“Zade…” I gasp, attempting to close my legs to block the freezing rain from my exposed core. He deflects my attempts, prying my knees apart until the rain batters against my center. I squeal from the sensation, sucking in a sharp breath.
Zade may resemble a God, but he’s never been the forgiving type.
Adjusting his grip to the underside of my thighs, he pushes my legs back until my knees are hiked up to my ears, and my pussy is completely bared to the unforgiving elements.
“Zade!” I shout, my hands shooting out to cover myself.
“Touch yourself, little mouse. Let me see how hard you can make yourself come,” he orders, his voice thick with desire.
“I’m not—” He bars his left arm across both thighs and uses his now free hand to swipe my hands away. Before I can ask what the hell he’s doing, he delivers a sharp slap straight on my pussy.
I yelp loudly, pain lancing through my clit and up my spine. The only reprieve is with his body now leaning over me, the rain is no longer pounding against my sensitive core.
“What the fu—”
“What did I just tell you to do, Adeline? Don’t make me ask you again.”
My mouth flops, the words having escaped me. He stares up at me, his face cast in a severe expression that brokers no room for argument.
Biting my lip, I contemplate arguing with him. But it takes all of two seconds to come to a single conclusion.
I don’t want to.
Keeping my gaze locked on his, I slowly slide my hand back to the apex of my thighs, the gathering slickness having nothing to do with the rain.
Reluctantly, as if he can’t decide if he wants to watch my face or my hand, he pulls his gaze away and settles those yin-yang eyes on my pussy. Right as I’m dipping a finger inside me.
His nostrils flare, and his hand on my thigh becomes bruising.
“Fuck,” he mouths silently, his eyes flaring with heat. Heat that extends to me, spreading like wildfire until the pattering rain against my flesh is a balm to the incessant burn.
Dragging my finger out of my pussy, I circle my finger across my clit, my mouth falling open and a husky moan slipping past my lips.
Pleasure exudes from where my digit continues to circle, and I can’t help but rock my hips against my own hand, seeking a touch past my own. A touch that would be rougher, firmer—better.
Ignoring my body's silent plea, I focus on my ministrations, my head kicking back as my orgasm builds.
Zade lifts up, removing his arm from across my thighs and taking up his former position of kneeling before me with his hands firmly holding my knees to the ground on either side of me.
This way, his body is no longer providing protection against the rain, the cold drops of water like ice between my legs.
I lift my head, my heart thundering as Zade’s eyes sear through me. The knowledge that he is watching everything I’m doing to myself only heightens the pleasure. I’ve never been so turned on in my life, and the unfiltered moans are impossible to control.
I’m too lost in the moment to care about how loud I am. Too high on the euphoria coursing through my system as I reach that cliff.
Sensing my stiffening limbs, Zade looks up at me and whispers, “Show me how deeply I’ve ruined you.”
My brows contort, and my mouth falls open as I topple over that edge. I cry out, my hips rocking relentlessly, searching for something more.
The orgasm that washes over me is sharp and quick. Before, I would've been satisfied with that. But now, with the cruel man kneeling before me, I feel fucking 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 it 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.”
Zade’s steps are purposeful as he carries me, the silence between us strained with terrifying promises. The rain hasn’t relented, seeming only to grow heavier as time passes.
I’ve no idea how he knows where to go, and I’m both impressed and suspicious. The only reason he knows these woods so well is because he’s spent a lot of time in them. Stalking me.
Is he hiding the dead bodies in there? The question is lingering on the end of my tongue, but I let it die. I don’t want to upset the small, albeit shaky, truce we’ve seemed to reach.
His large palms cup my bare asscheeks, the tips of his fingers a mere inch from my entrance. He doesn’t explore, the teasing touch setting me aflame and flooding me with anticipation.
He’s driving me mad with desire, and it’s only fair I return the favor. If he takes me on the cold, wet ground, I’d be glad for it.
The smile that graces my lips is nothing short of evil.
My lips trace the column of his throat, brushing so softly that the touch merely feels like a whisper. His grip tightens, and my smile grows. Parting my mouth, my tongue darts out and licks a path from the base of his throat to the spot behind his ear.