Page 42 of Kandie Shoppe

Side pain forgotten as the adrenaline kicks in, spurring me forward, I jump, clearing a bush, barely noticing the way the spiky leaves scratch the skin on my legs.

“Game on,” he calls after me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I notice he’s not even pursuing me, just watching me, his teeth bared like some type of feral animal. I head toward the clearing I know will take me to the property that once belonged to my family. There’s a shed, and a barn left unscathed by the fire. It’s still standing and sturdy and, like everything Daddy made, they both have hidden passages. All I have to do is make it to the other side of the clearing.

I chance a glance back to Ulysses and he’s still there watching me run, seeming to be visibly holding himself back. Then his gaze snags mine, he licks his lips, and a wild smile spreads across his lips. He leaps, seeming to clear all the vast underbrush in one huge leap. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I remember he was also a track and field athlete. The scream falling from my lips pierces the sky. I’m sure it can be heard all the way to the city center. I can just hear them saying I deserve everything he’s doing to me. Trucks are sacred down here and that’s a fact.

Screaming and running, I can’t help but keep looking over my shoulder as he eats up the distance behind me.

“No, no, noo,” I scream as he barrels down on me, my legs pumping like my life depends on it. He didn’t say nothing aboutkilling me, but he never said he wasn’t either. I guess that would make the problem with Angel solved.

The ground shifts. Then I’m airborne, locked in his arms as he takes me down, rolling so he takes most of the impact.

Strong arms are clamped around me like a vise, locking me in place, so I can’t move, not even really shift my head. There will be no headbutts or elbows to get my freedom.

Heart racing, I look up at the starry night, trying to catch my breath. Do I try to reason with him? Beg? Hell no. Was it the right thing to do? Nope. But it felt good as hell to do it.

“Okay, you made your point. You can go to your diabetes spreading girlfriend,” I pant when I can finally hold air in my lungs again. My heart is still beating like all get-out.

In one swift movement, he flips us and I’m on my back, cool grass pressing against the thin material of my shirt.

“Nah, I don’t think I made my point at all.” His gaze leaves mine, traveling to the rapid rise and fall of my breasts.

“Fuccck,” he growls, burying his head between them, inhaling deep. “You’re a fucking witch.” He drags the material aside, making one dark areola pop free. He covers it with his hot mouth.

A strangled gasp is all I can manage as he consumes me.

Groaning, he sucks my flesh deep into his mouth, kicking my thighs open at the same time, pressing his heavy dick into my now aching pussy. Just like before, he does the same to the other one. The warm southern night air caresses my skin, making my nipples wet from his mouth pucker harder in the light breeze.

Squeezing them together he sucks, flicks, taking long drags that make his hard chiseled jaw hollow out.

“You’re a fucking menace, you know that?” Face still hard, voice still rough, his eyes tell another story. He probably hates that he wants me so badly, needs me so much.

“Stop fucking blaming me for being a weak ass bitch when it comes to me, U. You’re a grown ass man.” Baring my teeth at him for a brief moment, I lean in, licking his already damp lips.

He slams his mouth down on mine, not wanting me to win even in this. He just doesn’t know I already have.

Something snapped in me seeing that woman’s arms snaked around him. All I saw was red. He’s lucky I’m somewhat reformed, otherwise I would have stabbed his ass right there in front of everyone.

Wriggling, I free my arms from the trap he’s placed them in. Spearing my fingers into the nearly platinum locks glinting in the moonlight, I pull him closer, tighter, like I want our souls to merge. Maybe he does too because he doesn’t resist. He sinks deeper, his big body pressing me into the soft grass.

“Here.” He snatches away, his ice-blue eyes blazing like a flame. “Right fucking here.” Pulling his shirt over his head, he tosses it away. Grabbing my shorts, he tugs in rough movements until he realizes they ain’t budging fast enough over my thick curves. He leans back, making a quick assessment before he pushes my thighs further apart. Before the no is out of my mouth, he’s gripped the middle seam and ripped them with a brutal wrench of the material.

“You motherfucker.” Lunging forward, I slap at his chest, but his evasion makes it end up being a scratch. I can’t help the satisfaction that wells inside me when I see bright red welts form over his pecs. There’s even a little blood welling there, making me positively giddy.

Hard hands manacle my throat, slamming me back into the grass. “You fucking need minding constantly.” He shakes me a little. “Still not wearing panties? Walking around in those tiny ass shorts with my pussy out for all the world to see.” My breath catches as he tightens his grip for emphasis.

The inquiry doesn’t deserve an answer. “I don’t belong to your alabaster ass no matter how much you hulk smash through the woods. You had another woman all but riding your dick in front of everyone. Everyone.” That last part comes out raw and laced with much more hurt than I intend.

If I was expecting compassion, I should have known better. Instead, a cruel smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “Then now you know exactly how I felt coming back here hearing how you been riding dick like a cowgirl on the rodeo circuit rides bulls. Fuck you.” His hands tighten. “You are mine. Mine.” He gives me a hard shake. “Don’t fucking play with me.”

“I’m not,” I gasp. He shifts, pressing his dick at my entrance.

“Then tell me no.” He presses against my flesh for emphasis. He watches me as I say nothing. Eyes chips of hard ice, face carved out of granite, the head of his dick piercing like a diamond point, he pushes into me. His eyes flutter closed a second before my own do from the delicious pleasure pain as he stretches me wide to fit him.

“You’ve got some good ass pussy.” Opening my eyes, I meet his gaze. He looks at me in reverence as he starts fucking me.

“Lashaun offered. I told her no.” He withdraws, then pushes in with an agonizing intensity. “She said you could join us, but I don’t want to share you with anyone, wildcat.”

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