Page 102 of The Devil's Wrath

“Run, little bird, run!” Theo’s distorted voice called out from behind me, closer than I had anticipated. “The devil’s coming for you.”

How the fuck does he do this regularly . . . in the almost-pitch dark . . . with a mask on?I was maskless, and I couldn’t see shit. I didn’t know if I was making any progress, but I kept running, mostly because I wasn’t a quitter, but also because I wasn’t exactly sure what would happen if he did catch me.

The forest seemed endless, a labyrinth of shadows and twisted branches. I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were toying with me, letting me think I had a chance before they closed in for the kill.

A root snagged my foot, causing me to stumble and nearly hit the ground. I managed to steady myself by grabbing a tree trunk, feelingthe rough bark scratch my hands. I paused, gasping for air and straining to hear any sign of them. The silence was eerie; all the forest creatures had gone quiet as if they sensed the danger and knew to remain silent when a predator was nearby. Then I heard it—twigs snapping and leaves crunching. They were far too near. I pushed away from the tree and resumed running, ignoring the fire in my lungs and the soreness in my legs. I crashed through a thicket of tangled branches, stumbling into a small clearing, where the moon hung above, casting a silvery light across the forest floor.

I spun around, my eyes darting frantically for any way to escape. But there were none. A dense wall of trees surrounded the clearing, and their branches intertwined like a cage.

I wastrapped.

Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me back against a solid chest. I let out a yelp of surprise, my hands scrabbling at the arm that held me tight.

“Gotcha,” Theo growled in my ear, the cold metal of his mask pressing against my cheek. “Looks like my little bird is out of places to fly,” he taunted, his distorted voice sending shivers down my spine.

“You’ve had your fun, Theo.”

He chuckled darkly. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”

Despite the fear coursing through my veins, I couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through me at his words. The devil in Theo awakened something dark and primal within me, a desire I couldn’t quite understand, and to be honest, I didn’t care.

His hand trailed down my side, his touch featherlight, until he reached the hem of my oversized T-shirt. With a swift tug, he ripped it open, exposing my bare skin to the cool night air. I gasped, my nipples hardening instantly.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his gaze raking over my body with a hunger that made me ache. “So responsive, so eager for my touch.”

He dipped his head, lifting his mask so his teeth could graze the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I mewled, my hands clutching at him, torn between pushing him away and pulling him closer.

He pulled his mask back down, and his hand slid between mythighs, his fingers brushing against my slick folds. “And so wet for me already,” he purred, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “You want this just as much as I do, don’t you, little bird?”

I couldn’t deny the truth. My body craved his touch and ached for the dark pleasure only he could provide.

“Yes,” I breathed. “I want this.”

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Good girl.” His fingers delved deeper, teasing my entrance before plunging inside. I cried out, my back arching as he stroked me with expert precision. “So tight. So perfect for me.”

He worked me mercilessly, his fingers pumping in and out, his thumb circling my sensitive nub. I was lost in a haze of pleasure as my body trembled with the exquisite sensations he gave me, my mind focused solely on the building pressure between my thighs.

Just as I teetered on the brink of release, he withdrew his hand, leaving me whimpering at the loss.

“Not yet, my little bird,” he chided. His voice was a sinful purr. “I’m not done with you.”

He spun me around to face him, his masked visage looming over me. The cold, bronze metal glinted in the moonlight, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pressing against mine. With a swift, forceful movement, he pushed me down to my knees on the forest floor.

“Show me how much you want it,” he commanded as his hand fisted in my hair.

I gazed up at him, my eyes wide and my heart racing with fear and desire. I reached up and undid the clasp of his belt. He watched me intently through his mask, and I relished his heavy and ragged breaths. I knew the effect I had on him and would take my time showing him exactly the kind ofpreyI was.

I slowly unzipped his pants, my fingers brushing the hard length straining the denim. A hiss escaped his lips at my teasing touch. I tugged his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. It sprang forth, thick and hard, the tip glistening with arousal. Leaning forward, my warm breath ghosted over his sensitive flesh. His hand tightened in my hair as I flicked my tongue, licking a slow stripe from base to tip. He groaned, the sound distorted by his mask. Emboldened, Iwrapped my lips around him, taking him deep into the wet heat of my mouth.

“Fuck, just like that,” he growled as he thrust his hips forward.

I hollowed my cheeks, sucking him hard as I bobbed my head. My tongue swirled around his shaft, tracing the ridges and veins. He was hot and heavy against my tongue, his musky scent filling my nostrils. I reveled in the power I held over him in this moment, reducing him to grunts and gasps with my mouth alone.

His grip on my hair became painful as his pleasure mounted, and I knew he was close by the way his body tensed. He thrust his hips, forcing himself deeper into my throat. I relaxed my jaw, taking him as far as I could. I loved the way he filled my mouth completely.

“Enough,” he growled suddenly, pulling me off him. I gasped for air, my lips swollen and glistening with saliva. He hauled me to my feet and dragged me over to a large, flat rock at the edge of the clearing. As he stepped up behind me, I braced my hands on the rough surface. He pushed me forward until my chest was pressed against the cool stone and my breasts were flattened beneath me. He nudged against my entrance from behind, teasing me with the promise of what was to come.

“Beg for it,” he demanded, his distorted voice sending pleasurable shivers down my spine. “Beg me to fuck you.”

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