Page 59 of Hollow Forest

The shot went wide.

“Want me to show you how it’s done?” His voice was rough, and his breath tickled my ear as he spoke.

I let out a frustrated huff. But the heat building in my core was inescapable.

This time, I really did focus. I aimed for center mass, gaze narrowing. Just as my finger curled around the trigger, my stalker slid his thumb over my clit.

The sensation was enough to have me seeing stars.

Somewhere in the dark, there was a bang from the gun.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, fucking me with his fingers as he rubbed my engorged clit. “You did it, my little monster.”

I blinked through the intensifying pleasure. The scarecrow hung limp. There was no twitch or shallow rise from his chest.

Ferretti was dead.

I flicked the safety in place and managed to set the revolver down without dropping it as my stalker slid his fingers inside me, curling them just right as his thumb ground against the sensitive bundle of nerves. I gripped his shoulder, fully surrendering to him.

“That’s it, right there,” he growled, bending to scrape his teeth over my collar bone. “Come for me, little killer.”

I shattered. The orgasm rushed over me like a tidal wave. A broken cry cracked from somewhere deep in my chest and bubbled from my lips.

My stalker continued to fuck me through the bliss, his fingers never letting up their brutal onslaught. The pleasure pulsed through me, shattering and rebuilding in wave after wave.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, it hurts, Samantha.”

I whimpered, desperately clutching at him. I couldn’t form the words, but my body begged him for more.

“Yes, I know what you want, my little monster,” he bit out. His touch disappeared, and I wanted to weep at the loss.

The only thing that stopped me was the knowledge of what was to come.

His cock was velvet, sliding through my slick folds. He rocked into me once, coating himself with my cum. And then, with a single, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep in my pussy.

I found my voice then.

I screamed. It was the song of pleasure and connection. My body welcomed him, the muscles of my core clenching around him. He filled me with that hard, thick length.

Everything stretched to accommodate him.

As he pulled back, the muscles cinched, and I shuddered at the relief until he plunged in deeper still. Another draw then snap of his hips sheathed him to the hilt.

“That’s it, beautiful. Do you feel the way you grip me?”

A broken plea parted my lips. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me through it,” I begged.

“I will.”

Each promise was punctuated with a hard, unforgiving thrust. Around us, the scent of drying crops, the rich moisture of the earth, and the crisp pulse of autumn bled into the moment. I clung to my monster as he drove into me. Pleasure sent my pussy spasming around his cock as he filled and stretched me over and over. My core throbbed with a building release. The friction of his body scraped against my clit, sending shockwaves zapping through me.

Hands fumbling, I pulled his fleece-lined flannel aside. The soft tee was nothing. I sank my teeth through it, biting into his shoulder as I screamed.

“Bite me. Mark me up,” he panted, mercilessly thrusting.