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My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest. The snarls and shuffling coming towards us are all I can hear in my ears over my heavy breathing. I can’t die like this. There’s no way in hell I’m going out by a fucking zombie. I lean back from Maverick, searching around me until I spy a large tree branch lying a few feet away. I clutch it in my hands and heft it up on my shoulder, walking around Maverick to stand next to him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He looks at my weapon with disbelief and doesn’t see the first zombie lunging at him. I swing the branch down onto the zombie's head, and he crumbles to the ground before us. Maverick doesn’t miss a beat as he brings the axe down across the zombie’s neck, severing his head from his body.

“Let me help!” The command comes out more like a terrified squeal as the sight of the officially dead zombie curdles what little contents are in my stomach. My hands tremble around the tree branch due to its weight and my fear.

“I really appreciate that, Pet, but you will be more help if you just get BACK!” The last word comes out in a yell, and the blade of the axe almost grazes the top of my head as he slices the head clean off of a zombie that snuck up behind me. That is officially my cue to sit my ass down.

I scurry back behind Maverick and huddle up between a few rocks, hoping they will block me from view if this all goes sideways. Maverick is stalking the last three zombies as they creep closer to him. He leaps to the left and decapitates the next one, blood spraying across his chest, drenching his T-shirt and making it plaster to his pecs and abs. The sight makes my stomach flip, and I scold myself because this isso notthe time to be thinking about how hot he is. The next zombie lunges at Maverick, and he manages to jump back at the very last minute, swiping the axe at the zombie’s leg, cutting it off at the knee. The zombie tips over and lands on its side and starts using its hands to army crawl its way towards him, and Maverick brings the axe down on its neck, severing it from its body. Holy fuck, why was that so hot? I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the growing heat between them. Maverick finally hacks off the head of the last zombie and drops the axe to the ground at his side. His chest is heaving as he surveys the area, making sure he got each and every one of them. He looks like a sexy avenging angel, his shirt plastered to his torso from sweat and blood, hands clutched at his sides, jaw set in an “I mean business” type of way. All I can think about right now is jumping his bones, which is rather unfortunate in our current situation.

ChapterThirteen

MAVERICK

Why can’t she listen to what she’s told? When will she learn? The feelings I felt when she stepped out behind me, not once, buttwice,had me questioning everything. I’ve never felt that way towards a woman, especially not one that’s ten years younger than me and a prissy princess. Watching her try to fight off zombies with a tree branch would have been comical, but seeing that zombie come up behind her had a switch flipping in my brain. All I saw was red. I wanted to burn the world down just for her. Shrink her down and carry her around in my pocket. Somehow I managed to kill all five zombies, and I was really starting to get worried by the third one down. I’ve killed people before, but decapitating them is a whole different ballpark. You really have to throw your weight into it, or it’s not going to happen. Once they’re all lying in parts scattered over the ground, I take several moments to compose myself before I turn around to face Mallory. I’m expecting her to be huddled between the rocks, crying her eyes out in fear, but what I see is the complete opposite.

She is in fact huddled between the rocks with her legs clutched to her chest, but her eyes? Fuck me, those eyes are full of fire, and I know she’s wet between those luscious thighs. I contemplate stretching her out on the ground and fucking her senseless, but I made a promise to her that she’d beg for me to fuck her, and I plan on keeping that. I walk towards her and stretch my hand out in offering. She clutches it and gets to her feet, all the while staring at me like I’m a snack she’d like to sink her teeth into.

“Come on, we need to pack up, and get the hell out of here.” I don’t spare her another glance before walking towards the tent to dismantle it. I pull out everything from inside the tent and direct Mallory over. “Can you take that stuff and start packing up the packs?” She nods and gathers the items, then trots towards the fire to gather the supplies that were left there. I get the tent rolled up and packed away in the compact pouch, making my way over to Mallory. She sticks her hand out for the tent, and I place it into her palm. She sets it inside one of the packs, and hands me a bottle of water and a granola bar. Another bottle of water is set out next to her, but no other snacks. “You need to eat too, Pet.”

“I didn’t do much work, Maverick. I’ll be fine. You need it more than I do after that.” She gives me a small smile before taking a swig of her water bottle. I decided not to argue with her, because that really was a lot of work, and I could use the boost of energy from the bar. I stuff the bar in my pocket and grab each pack, assessing their weights, and pick the heaviest one to swing up over my shoulders. Placing the bottle of water in the side pouch, I wait for Mallory while she relaces her boots and puts her own pack over her shoulders. She turns to me with a smile on her face, and she looks so damn cute in her outfit that is way too big for her and the large pack on her back. I fight back a chuckle and wave her forward, guiding her through the trees and brush.

After about an hour of walking and listening to Mallory huff and puff behind me, I finally hear the telltale sign of a stream up ahead, and I sigh in relief that we can refill our water. She’s been irritated the whole time, and I know it makes her even more irate that I’ve ignored her obvious annoyance.

“Hey, there’s a stream up there. Sounds like it’s to our right.” She huffs again with a groan but follows after me anyway. I’ve heard her little whimpers that she’s been trying to hide from me. If I were a betting man, I'd bet that her pussy is drenched right now. I know a sexually frustrated woman when I see one. I won’t lie and say I’m not horny too, because knowing that she is really has me worked up. But I won’t let her see that until she’s ready. We exit the trees into a small clearing, and a creek with crystal-clear water lies in wait before us. The water seems deep enough for us both to wash the dirt and grime from our skin. Mallory tosses her pack onto the ground with a thump, not caring about anything inside of it, and stomps over to the edge of the water, her boots splashing in the low water at the shore. “What’s your deal? You’ve been annoyed this entire hike, and I’m fucking over it, Mallory.” She breathes out through her nose and crosses her arms over her chest, just emphasizing my point. “Are you really that pissed that you have to pee out in the woods? You’d think you’d be over it by now after having to stop three times in the last hour.” My words make her gasp, and if it were possible for steam to come out of her ears, it would be there.

“Are you serious right now? Don’t pretend that you don’t know why I’m annoyed right now!” She stomps over towards me, the tips of her boots touching mine, her angry face tilted up towards me. “This is all your fault that I’m like this!” She uses her finger and pokes me in the chest to punctuate her words. I stare at her silently just to see what she’s going to do next during her burst of feistiness, and I’m rewarded with a shove to my chest. The surprise of it pushes me back a few steps, but I let her shove me again until I’m backed up against a thick tree trunk. “You can’t just get me hot and bothered and leave me hanging, Maverick!” She pulls her hand back, ready for a slap, and my restraint breaks. I grab her wrist with one hand and her waist with the other, swinging us around and slamming her back into the tree. “What the fuck!” She screams in my face, tugging at her wrist and trying to push me away with her other hand.

“Is your pretty pussy needy, Mallory?” I grab her other wrist and hold them both over her head with one hand while trailing the other hand down her body until it reaches her pussy. “If you were horny, all you had to do was tell me, Pet. I told you that I always take care of what’s mine.” I grind the heel of my palm against her clit, and the warm wetness trickles out of her sweatpants onto my palm. She pushes against me, trying to get me exactly where she wants me, but I pull my hand away from her, eliciting a moan from her lips.

“Please, Maverick, stop being a tease!” Her needy whimpers are music to my ears.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” I trail kisses down her neck, nipping at that sweet spot at the base near her collarbone.

“Fuck me already! Make me yours, please, sir.” She pushes her hips towards me, grinding her pelvis against my hard cock that I want to impale her on. But alas, she hasn’t said the magic words yet. I release her and walk over about five feet to the right into a grassier patch of earth. The patch of earth that is about to be drenched in sweat, and the last piece of her innocence.

“Get on your knees, and crawl to your Master.” I stand with my legs slightly apart, and beckon to her to come like the little pet that she is. Mallory doesn’t even think twice before she’s dropping to her knees and crawling towards me at the fastest pace I’ve ever seen. I’d be laughing at how ridiculous she looks if I weren't so turned on right now. When she makes it to me, she leans back on her heels, spreading her thighs with her hands palm up and her head bowed. “Very good. Now, beg me.”

“Please fuck me, sir.” She whimpers, and if I were a good man, I’d push her down, rip her pants off, and fuck her right then. But I never claimed to be a good man.

“Not good enough. Beg me like you mean it, Pet.” I reach down and cup her chin in my palm, lifting her eyes up to me. Her hands are trembling against her thighs, and her eyes are full of lust. The tip of her pink tongue flicks out, and she licks her dry lips. I feel her swallow against my palm, and I grip her chin tighter.

“Fuck me, Master, rip my innocence away and make me yours. P-p-please…” She stumbles on the last word, showing how nervous she really is behind her needy bravado.

“Now that’s a very good, Pet. Strip for me. Show me how wet your pussy is.” I take one step back from her, fists clenched at my sides and my head cocked, peering down at her. Mallory takes longer than normal to process my words; just as I open my mouth to scold her, she whips her sweater and T-shirt up over her head all at once. Baring her beautiful breasts to me, her pale skin glowing under the sunlight peeking through the trees. She stumbles to her feet, almost tripping over as she kicks her boots and socks off one by one, flinging them in different directions with zero care. Lust-filled eyes meet mine when she reaches for the waistband of her sweats and tugs them slowly down her legs, watching me the entire time. I have to clench my fists tighter and dig my heels into the ground to avoid taking her right then and there. She tosses her pants somewhere behind her, kneeling back down onto her knees, then plopping onto her ass before me, her legs hiding the view I so desperately want to see. “Show me.” It comes out in a deep growl, thick with desire.

A coy smile graces her lips as she slowly spreads her thighs, baring her dripping pussy to me. The sight of it makes me nearly crumble to my knees with need. Her lips pink and swollen, craving my touch. Arousal dripping down onto the grass beneath her, making it shine in the sunlight. Mallory’s small fingers slither down her body to her pussy, spreading her lips wide for my viewing pleasure. “Take what’s yours, Master.”

ChapterFourteen

MALLORY

He’s staring at me like he wants to devour me whole, and right now I just might let him. The pulse in my clit is immense, and I can’t resist rubbing it in circles under his heated gaze, the wetness providing no resistance. A moan escapes my lips as the throbbing in my clit gets worse. I rub it faster, not able to stop with how good it feels. Throwing my head back, I shut my eyes, relishing in the euphoric feel of the sensation and the knowledge that Maverick is watching my every move.

“Fuck…” His words get lost in the wind, or maybe they just get lost in the melody of my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Reaching down, I start to insert a finger into my pussy, determined to make this feeling go away before I explode, but an iron grip wraps around my wrist. Eyes flying open, they collide with Maverick’s blazing blue eyes. I don’t get any words out before he flips me over onto all fours. My knees digging into the hard ground beneath us, the grass doing nothing to shield the bumpy rocks below. My fingers clutch at the grass, nails digging into the dirt as his hand wraps into the hair at the back of my head, pushing it down towards the ground until my cheek is one with the cold grass. The soft blades tickle my nose with every hasty inhale of breath I make. His other hand clutches my hip and pulls it back towards him. “Fuck, Pet… What a beautiful sight you are, dripping and kneeling before me.” The hand on my hip drifts away, only for a moment, before it comes down hard on my ass cheek, a squeal breaking through my lips. A searing pain jolts through my body, but as I’m about to protest, it turns quickly into heat that goes straight to my already throbbing clit. “I’m not a good man, Mallory. I’m going to break you apart, rip you open, and look at everything inside of you. I will ruin you for any other man, and I don’t give a flying fuck how you feel about it.”

His possessive words have my pussy clenching around nothing, beckoning him to take it for himself. I push my hips back against him, trying to give him the hint to fuck me so hard that I forget the horrors that we’re living in, just for a moment. His hand grips my hip again, the hand in my hair gripping so tight I’m almost scared he’ll leave a bald spot, and then I feel the slick head of his cock at my entrance. Pushing my hips back, I chase his cock, showing him exactly where I want him most. Maverick doesn’t make me wait and slams into me in one thrust. Pain rips through me, it feels like he’s tearing my insides apart. A cry falls from my lips, tears pooling in my eyes before dripping down my face. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust; he just starts taking me brutally. The searing pain in my pussy has me scratching at the ground, dirt and grass getting stuck under my once perfectly manicured nails. The pain is almost enough to make me want to stop this sinful act, but soon it ebbs and flows into something I’ve never felt before. He’s hitting a spot inside of me that sends bolts of pleasure straight to my clit.

“This pussy ismine.I will kill anyone else who touches this. You got me, Pet?” His brutal pace doesn’t cease; he tugs my head up from the ground, pulling me to my knees, the hand in my hair sneaking around my neck in an iron grip. “Answer me!” His grip loosens on my neck just enough for me to choke out a few words.

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