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Once more, I’m faced with that glowing mask. Smiling at me. Taunting me.

He grips my wrists and twists them behind my back, pinning me to the tree once more, even if now we’re chest to chest.

“Fight me, kitten,” he says, jutting a knee between my legs. “Squirm until you’re dripping wet.”

I’m not sure if I’m fighting him or myself as I thrash my shoulders and try to rip my wrists free from his grasp.

It’s no use; his hold is too tight, so I use my legs instead. First, I’m kicking his shins, but he doesn’t so much as flinch. So I twist once more, knee him hard, and he finally loosens his grip.

I manage to slip my wrists from between his fingers and shove him off me. His hard chest is nearly immovable, but he’s still recovering, so he stumbles back.

Dipping out of his grasp, I make a run for it. My feet ache from my boots rubbing them raw, but I don’t let it slow me down. I dip under branches and race through the trees. Not slowing my pace, even if a dark part of me waits for the inevitable.

There’s a clearing at a distance, and I see lights through the break in the forest.

A cabin.

The party.

Hope.

For the first time since I was alone on the side of the road with Saint, reality flashes back to me. Back to what he’s done.

Liam’s body is still on the side of the road, and I’m running from his killer.

I open my mouth to scream when a hand absorbs all the sound. Saint pulls my back to him, grabbing me hard and tackling me to the forest floor. My fingernails fill with dirt as I fight and scratch to escape him, but it’s no use.

Pulling my knees in, I try to get some leverage, but Saint’s body holds me in place.

His fingers tangle in the back of my hair, and he has my face pinned in the dirt. With his free hand, he grabs my waist and tugs my ass up.

The rational side of me knows I should try to scream again because this is sick. I shouldn’t be turned on by the fact that my boyfriend’s killer has me like this. But I’ve never felt more alive than when he rips my shorts down my thighs and digs his fingers into my ass as he grabs it, spreading me wide for him.

My body freezes at the coolness of the earth. The crisp air. At how I’m exposed to him, and he could do exactly what I asked him to when we were talking online. Back when I didn’t know he would make it a reality.

“Such a desperate cunt, dripping for me.”

Saint’s fingers wipe up the inside of my thigh, collecting the wetness coating me between my legs, and dragging his fingers over my pussy.

Rocking my hips back, he grips my ass, holding me in place.

“Greedy little slut, it’s not time for that yet.”

Again, he rubs his fingers through me, circling my clit once.

“Saint,” I moan, no longer able to help myself.

“Yes, kitten.” He growls. “I’m your Saint.”

He might as well be.

My Saint.

My devil.

My destruction.

He brings out everything I’ve denied since the first time I got turned on watching a slasher movie.

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