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He chuckled before he pulled out of me and raised off me entirely. He grabbed both my hips and flipped me, so I was face down in the dirt. He pulled me up to my knees in front of him, and one hand went to the side of my head to keep it in the dirt while his other gathered both my hands to hold them against the small of my back. He took the hand from my head just long enough to guide his dick back into me, and the moan that came out of him once more at least reminded me that I still had a hint of control here. His hand went right back to my head to hold me in that position while he started pounding into me.

I fought my orgasm off as long as I could that time. Having it ripped out of my reach the last time made me want to scratch his eyes out. He seemed to catch on very quickly that I was doing everything in my power to hold it back on my own. He released my head again and sent that hand to work on my clit instead, until every thrust was met with a whimpering gasp that was absolutely beyond my control.

His hips and his hand slowed their efforts, and I could’ve fucking burst into tears.

“No, Colt,” I gasped and tried pushing my hips back into his harder. “Please.”

He chuckled but didn’t resume the pace.

“You’re an even prettier mess when you’re on your knees, face in the fucking dirt,andwilling to beg,” he said. I felt a little better that his voice sounded strangled and in tortured pain. “Do you want to come this time, angel?”

The whimper that came out of me was nothing short of embarrassing.

He stopped moving completely again.

“You don’t have to be a good girl for anyone but me, sugar. Do you want to get off? Just. Say. The. Fucking. Words.”

“Yes, sir.”

I screamed at the sharp sting that his fingers left behind when he slapped my clit.

“Fucking finally,” he sighed before he started ramming into me again. “Scream, sugar. Cry. Let it out. Let everyone know that you’re being fucked back to life. Live for me.”

That monster fucked me until the tears from my eyes turned the dirt under my cheek into mud. It hadn’t crossed my mind while it was happening, but the moment that he pinned me to the ground under all of his weight when he finally finished, I could only hope that all my screams had just blended in with the sounds of the corn maze.

CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

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Iwondered if she was ready to get married. I wondered if she wanted children. I wondered how difficult it might be to convince her to abandon every aspect of the life we’d been leading to just run away and settle down into something new.

Because I was about to search for a fucking vine and twist it into a ring to wrap right around her finger.

Instead of scaring her half to death with that move, I breathed in as deeply as I could and kissed the side of her head.

“I love you too, sugar.”

I pulled Memphis off the ground and led her back to the tree that I’d used to eat the soul right out of her just a little earlier. I sat back against it and pulled her down into my lap. I helped her out of my flannel and the little shirt I’d cut in half. I used that shirt to clean the mess I’d made between her legs first. She only tried to stop me once before I smacked her hand back. Then I used my own shirt to clean the dirt and mud from her body and face.

She waited until I was wiping the last bit of mud from her cheek before she giggled. “Are you really spit shiningmeright now?”

“Do youwantme to spit on you, sugar?”

It was dark, and I couldstillsee her cheeks turn red.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Next time then, Memphis.”

Her hand went to my wrist to hold it still. “You can still call me Syn.”

I wrapped that hand all the way around the back of her head to pull her close enough to kiss her until she was smiling against my mouth.

I helped her back into the flannel and buttoned it for her. I got dressed while she looked for the rest of her clothes. Then I took her by the hand to lead her back toward the cornfield.

“Are we supposed to call Jersey? Or Triss?” she asked.

“God, no. Do you want to be the person who interrupts that?”

“I just meant should we maybe tell them that we’re leaving?” she asked and laughed.

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