Haunting-Adeline

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 s ffening 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 sa sfied 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 be er?” 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 s lls. 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.
Ins nc vely, 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 pa ence only stretches so far.”
I swallow the lump in my throat, my wide eyes locked on his.
“Was it be er?”
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, wai ng 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 a er a few seconds
and I’m scrambling to my feet.