The moment I escaped the heavily wooded forest, I found myself staring at a cliff wall that did nothing but make dread snake down my spine. Climbing it seemed impossible until a branch snapped behind me, and then I was properly motivated. I leaped toward a low-hanging rock and then pulled myself up the ledge. My fingers ached and the scent of earth and pine clung to my flesh from the trees I’d barreled blindly through.
I was halfway up the cliff when Knox loosed wicked laughter below me but far, far too close to be from the ground. I chanced a glance, finding him standing on a small ledge a few steps away. His chest was covered in a fine sheen of sweat that glistened in the moonlight. Unable to tear my gaze from his delicious, muscular body, I chewed my bottom lip and drank in every sharp edge of his physique.
“See something you like, Aria?” he asked in a raspy tone, flooded with lust.
“Most definitely,” I admitted, uncaring if he knew how much I wanted him. “Too bad you’re being an asshole, which means I’ll need to pass, regretfully.” Without waiting for his reply, I began climbing faster, my body racing to go over the crest before he caught me. Something warm wrapped around my ankle, yanking me from the rocks I’d been clinging to.
I grasped out wildly, seeking anything to hold on to in order to prevent toppling to the ground. Knox leaped to the next ledge, hauling me with him by my fucking ankle. The most I had time to do was hold my hands out in front of me to keep my face from smashing into the rock as he dragged me up the cliff. At a small crevice, he paused, lifted me up by the leg, then flicked my clit with his skilled tongue.
Adrenaline rushed through me, even as pleasure drove a moan from my parched lips. My spine arched as he dragged his tongue through the center of my core, growling as he teased, taunted, and took what he wanted from me. The position forced my mind to battle against the pleasure and fear of falling to my death. Knox’s wicked laughter against my pussy told me he knew exactly why my moan turned to a whispered cry of fear.
“Such a pretty pussy you’re offering me,” he murmured before he jumped to another ledge as I screamed. As he moved, he continued to ravish my center. Knox was dragging me up with him, while inching me toward another type of ledge all together.
“Knox!” I cried as his other hand released the rocks to grab my free ankle. He wasn’t licking anymore. His mouth was ravenously fucking my flesh. He licked the fissure of my center before sinking his tongue so deep inside that it battered against the G-spot. “Fuck!” This was how I died. In a fucking dreamscape with Knox’s tongue in my cunt while he dangled me over a thousand-foot drop. If this was it, it wasn’t such a horrible way to go.
“If I were you, I’d hold on, pretty monster.”
Hold on, was he fucking serious right now? His hold on my ankles tightened as he swung me, even as I grabbed blindly for something to hold on to.
It continued until I was right side up, then he released me, even as my hands shot out, needing to anchor myself against him. My nails found flesh, sinking in as the scent of coppery tang stung my nose. A clawed hand gripped my throat and shoved me against a flat boulder. My hands slammed against the smooth surface right as his landed against my ass, stinging the already sore flesh.
“You asshole, motherfucking, cunt-sucking, dog-fucking, dickhead!” I snarled as he came up behind me and drove his thick, lengthy cock deep into my pussy. The scream that ripped from my lungs was filled with shock, pain and longing. Fucking hell the bastard was huge.
“I’d watch that mouth before you end up with me fucking it, woman. Fucking hell, your cunt is trying to strangle my cock.” He wasn’t being gentle. It was brutal fucking. Knox hadn’t eased into my body. He’d forced himself in to the hilt and battered against me until all I could do was take what he dished out. Reaching back, I sank my nails into his hips, and he threw his head back, rattling until my spine arched. “Such a good girl,” he purred once the rattle eased.
My eyes rolled back in my head as he continually bottomed-out within me. It was painful. It was erotic. It was fucking everything I’d never known I’d needed as he jerked me back against his chest. My moan turned into a scream as the sadistic bastard began crawling up the cliff with his dick still inside me. Every move he made jostled his cock, sending waves of pleasure overriding the fear.
Knox’s laughter against my shoulder told me he knew what he was doing to me. The bastard was getting off on the scent of fear and arousal oozing from my pores. His body caged me in against the rocky terrain, scraping the soft flesh of my chest, cheek and abdomen as he dragged us both to the top.
The moment he had me on solid ground, he withdrew and then used my throat to effectively spin me around. My knees threatened to give out as his eyes, which were spattered with diamonds shimmering in the ocean-hued depths, dragged down my scraped, battered body. Then he was shoving me backward so hard I struggled to keep my feet beneath me.
“Beg for me like a good girl. I want to taste your pleasure as it drips down your lovely, taut thighs for me. Get on your fucking knees and get this pretty ass in the air for me. Now,” he ordered, but I wasn’t surrendering to him. If he wanted me, he could come fucking get me.
Spinning on my heels, I darted for the brush. I made it three steps before Knox’s body collided with mine. Fingers threaded through my hair and turned my head before shoving me down against the earthen floor. It hadn’t hurt, but I was certain he wasn’t actually trying to hurt me. The other hand gripped my abdomen from between my thighs, which pushed my knees apart before gripping my hips. His cock entered me hard, fast, pistoning into my body with need driving each thrust. A strangled scream tore from my lips as he grew, making my walls flutter as he got larger as he pushed into my opening.
The wet sounds of our bodies colliding echoed in my ears as his masculine scent of bergamot, sage and whiskey coerced my eyes to grow heavy with need. My breasts ached as they lurched forward and backward with the velocity of his angry thrusts. I felt him growing more, whining as he forced me to take what he gave.
“Knox,” I growled against the earthen floor, unable to make my head lift from where he held it pushed into the grassy knoll. “Fucking hell!” The pain and pleasure were overwhelming. The adrenaline and pleasure rolled through my abdomen, slamming against my clit with a palpable pulse. “Oh my God!”
“I’m your fucking God, Aria. You worship me. No one else, Aria.” His words came out gravelly as he brought me up so he could palm my breast, squeezing it. “These beautiful breasts are mine. Those pouty fucking lips are mine. This wet pussy? Fucking mine. Your perky, pretty ass? Mine. Your lethally strategic mind? That’s mine too, Little Monster. Every part of you is beautiful, and its mine. This dick? You can have it. It can belong to you and only you, but I get every part of you, woman.”
“Your cock is all I get?” I demanded as my hands landed on his thighs behind me, digging into the flesh of both.
Cold air touched the breast he’d been squeezing before I’d even realized he’d released it. His hand moved to my throat, applying enough pressure to cut off the blood flow to my brain. The entire time, he didn’t stop pistoning into my flesh, fucking me with brutality and skill. My walls constricted to expel the too-large cock driving me to stretch to fit him. Stars dotted my vision, but his hold on my throat relaxed enough to allow air to reach my lungs to feed my brain.