Page 23 of Ranger's Secret

My cock pulses at the sight.

She’s fast, but sloppy. Her panic makes her careless. She stumbles over a root, catches herself, keeps going.

Finally, she breaks through a clearing. The outpost is just beyond the ridge.

She won’t make it. I won’t let her, of course.

I leap down from the branch, landing soft and silent. She keeps running, but her speed’s no match for mine. Just like I planned.

I catch up, my arm wrapping around her waist as I drag her back into the trees. I spin her, slam her against the earth, and pin her beneath me. I fist one hand in her hair, yanking her head back. The other braced beside her hip.

“You really thought you could outrun me, kitten?” I let my words scrape along her skin. “Cute.”

She thrashes under me and I tighten my grip.

“You lost, kitten. And now you’re mine.”

She writhes, kicks, claws. For a second, she manages to break free, scrambling upright. She runs, but I’m already moving.

I catch her from behind, one arm around her waist, the other locking across her chest as I drag her back and slam her against the nearest tree. The impact rattles through both of us. She gasps, stunned, and that’s all the opening I need.

I strip off her sweatshirt with a hard yank. Her bra goes next. Then I reach for the button of her jeans.

She squirms, pretending to twist away, but I see through it. She wants this. She just doesn’t want to say it out loud.

So I’ll say it for her.

“Keep fighting me, kitten. You don’t want the guilt, right? This is my choice, not yours. So go ahead. Scratch. Claw. Make it look good. I’ll play the villain for you.”

She kicks out half-heartedly, her fists pushing at my shoulders, but it’s all for show. Her breath hitches as I hook my thumbs in her waistband.

She’s not making it easy, and I don’t want her to.

I grab her by the waist and take her down until she’s on her back in the leaves. I kneel over her, straddling her thighs, then start to peel her jeans down inch by inch, savoring the way her body arches beneath me.

She thrashes once more, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

“Keep fighting, kitten,” I command, biting down on her shoulder. Just enough to mark her and make her gasp again.

“Jagger, no,” she whimpers as her nails dig into my arms, scratching, drawing blood.

I flip her over so her ass is exposed to me and tug down her panties so they're trapped mid-thigh.

“You ran from me too many times,” I snarl, grabbing a thin stick from the ground. “You don’t get to run anymore.”

I bring the stick down on her ass. She cries out, her body jerking, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. I spank her again, harder. Red welts bloom on her skin, and my cock’s so hard it hurts.

“Count,” I order.

“One,” she gasps, her voice shaking.

“Keep going,” I command.

“Two.”

I spank her again. And again. Three more times. Her counts turn into moans as her body shudders.

I drop the stick and my fingers find her cunt, soaking and ready.

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