Page 26 of Katie 2
I shove her forward. “Run.”
With a staggering step, she does. Slowly, her pace quickens, and she runs from me into the dark forest until the shadows swallow up her body.
My body shakes, my hands curl into fists as I try to give her a head start. I want her to find Dan. I want her to see what I did to him. I want her to hear what kind of monster he is.
She already has me in her life. She doesn’t need another monster. Hell, she has me, my brother, and my dad. She’s full. If she wants to be used and fucked in every way imaginable, we’ll happily take care of it, and when it comes to punishing her, pushing every limit she has and reminding her why she lets us do exactly that…
I take a sharp breath and sprint after her. Nothing has been enough to satisfy the need to hurt and tame, to humiliate and control. I should have known the key is and always will be Katie.
The darkness feels like home as the night sky doesn’t bring much light to show me my path. But the crunching of her shoes, her whimpers, and Dan’s pitiful sounds are enough to lead me in the right direction. She’s never learned how to be quiet in the woods and I hope she never does.
Dan’s voice is taut and weak as I round another big tree. Twigs and branches slap at my face, but nothing slows my stride. Katie is mine, even if I have to hunt her down and remind her of it. Nothing in this world could stop me when she belongs in my arms, under me, filled by me and moaning my name.
Light in the distance lures me in and I pick up my pace. Katie’s frame comes into view as she stares up at my piece of art.
“You should’ve left me alone,” she whispers to Dan who only groans in pain.
My jaw tenses as she speaks to him and my hand wraps around the tail of the belt. I jerk her back against me as the leather tightens around her throat, threatening every panting breath she drags in.
“You should let him go,” she murmurs as her eyes take in what I’ve done. Dan is tied up in a tree, blindfolded as blood dripsfrom his face and body. He put up a fight, though. He’s stronger than he looks, but not strong enough.
I toss Katie to the cold ground and fall to my knees, keeping her in place. She finally lashes out. She shoves me, yells at me, senseless commands as she pushes me, lightly punches me, and yells my name until I catch her hands in mine and put her on her back, my hands holding hers against the fallen leaves on the ground.
“Is this what you needed from me?” I sneer as the recording of Dan’s foul words echoes around us.
My grip is harsh, and she whimpers while she struggles beneath me. “You’re hurting me,” she whispers. “Brad, you’re—”
“Good,” I snap and push her wrists together, holding them with one hand as I open her coat.
Her body curves toward me and my cock twitches in response. No matter how much she pushes back, she wants me. She can’t hide it, hasneverbeen able to hide it.
“Keep your hands right there,” I order as my stare catches on the belt around her neck. The buckle glints in the moonlight.
My patience thins as I tear her clothes from her body, desperate to feel her soft, warm skin beneath my palms and ruin her. I want—no need—to mark her with my touch, to paint her with my cum until every part of her body and soul is mine.
“Brad, it’s freezing and he’s right—”
“I don’t care,” I snarl.
Katie shivers, the cold night air brushing over her. I press the cool metal of the belt buckle against her heated skin, tracing a line from her collarbone down between her breasts, around her navel and then further south.
“You’re mine,” I growl low, my voice rough with lust and possession. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whispers, but this time there’s a different inflection in her voice, a hint of submission and need.
My cock throbs almost painfully and I tug her up by the leather belt around her neck, turn her so she stares directly at Dan, and push her on her knees.
The leather belt twists around her neck, keeping her head up as I wrap my hand around the leather band. I lower my zipper and free my cock. My body curls in front of her as I tighten my hold on the belt.
“Open wide, slut,” I sneer.
“You should let him go,” she whispers, and my jaw snaps shut.
My fingers dig into her cheeks, prying her mouth open, and then I thrust inside her, listening to her gagging around my cock, clawing at my pants.
“You belong to me,” I grit and grind against her face, sensing how the tip of my cock moves down her throat.
My body buzzes, my hold on her rough, and I start to move my hips.
