Page 92 of Born into Madness
When I’m almost to the end of one row, I tap the sharp blade against the metal railing loud enough for it to ring across the field. The high-pitched squeal I hear in response makes my cock twitch, and a few seconds later, Cyn bolts up from her hiding place. She’d been squatting down several rows from me. I get a flash of red hair and her beautiful smile before she’s hauling ass across the field.
I watch and wait, and when she’s hidden by shadows once again, I grab onto the railing and haul myself over in one quick motion that leaves me standing on the field, knife in hand and cock about ready to burst.
“Cyn,” I holler loud enough for her to hear. “The longer you hide from me, the harder I’m going to fuck you.”
That earns me another squeal, and as soon as I hear it, I turn in that direction and start running. Adrenaline pumps through me as a light sheen of sweat coats my skin. Everything slows down, just like it does before I kill. I feel the air in my lungs, the blood pumping through my veins, and the steady beat of my heart. Everything working together, my body doing what it was always born to do. You can’t change fate, and this has always been mine. I just never dreamed it would also include chasing a beautiful redhead and fucking her on a football field.
Sometimes life does surprise you in a good way.
Slowing down, I scan the darkness around me and listen. Aside from the distant sound of traffic, there’s nothing but the steady rhythm of my own breathing. I let the calm settle over me as I wait for what I know is coming. I swear I can feel the three letters on my cock hum to life like a fucking tuning fork directing me to her, and when my patience is rewarded, I grin behind my mask and turn my head to the right. She’s trying so hard to be quiet, but I hear her sneakers on the brittle grass that could use a good watering, and even though she’s trying to keep her breathing in check, my girl’s not a runner, and her attempts to catch her breath are like a beacon signal for me.
Squeezing the handle of my knife, I turn and run, making no attempt at stealth so I can hear her frightened squeal when she realizes I’m close. She doesn’t make me wait long. Her yelp of terror soothes something deep inside me, and right when she starts to pick up speed, I come up behind her. Wrapping my arm around her from behind, I pin her arms to her sides and pull her against me tight enough to make it clear she’s not going anywhere.
She struggles, rocking that full ass against my groin as her tits press into my arm and her chest heaves with her breaths. Jesus, this woman was made to be caught by me. I bring my headlower, pressing my masked face against her neck as I breathe in the sweet scent of her fear.
“Oh my god,” she squeals, wiggling even harder. “Even though I know it’s you, that’s so fucking creepy, Sasha.”
I almost laugh at how goddamn cute she is, but I don’t. I want her to ride the line between fear and arousal. I want her to feel it all tonight.
When I bring my other arm around and she sees the blade glint in the moonlight, she gasps and pushes her head flat back against my chest, desperate to keep as much space between her and the knife she’s become very familiar with.
“We didn’t agree on weapons,” she whispers as I bring it closer and very slowly drag the dull edge along the curve of her breast. My cock is painfully hard, pressing against my jeans and covered in pre-cum.
While I trail the knife higher, her body tenses, but she no longer tries to fight me. Deep down she knows I would never hurt her. She knows I’m incapable of it, but that doesn’t mean her heart isn’t racing against my arm, and it doesn’t mean there’s not a shiver running up her spine when I press my mask closer, letting her feel the coolness of it against her skin as I drag my nose along her hairline.
“Undo your pants.”
“What?” she whispers, and when I repeat the command near her ear, she turns her head to try and look at me. There’s enough moonlight for me to see the wide-eyed look she’s giving me, but not enough for me to pick out the subtle nuances of green they contain. “Are we really going to do this?”
“Yes.”
She hesitates, and when I let out a low hum of disapproval, she says, “What if someone sees me?”
“I think you know me better than that, my little Cyn. Now unbutton your goddamn pants and if you make me ask again, I’llcut them from your body and you’ll have to walk back to the Jeep naked.”
“You better not,” she mutters, and I’m glad she can’t see the smile I give her.
I ease up just enough so she can work the button and zipper of her jeans, and when she hesitates, I say, “All the way off. Panties too.”
She huffs out a breath but kicks off her shoes before stepping out of her jeans and panties. Pressing her back against me, I groan at knowing there’s one less barrier between my body and hers. I drag my fingers along the soft skin of her stomach, dipping lower so I can feel the short curls between her legs, the ones that drive me fucking crazy every time I see or feel them. Everything about her is so soft and feminine, the complete opposite of what I am, and I crave it like nothing else in this world.
My other arm rests across her upper chest, holding her in place while I grip my knife and make sure the sharp edge of the blade is pointed away from her. The fingers of my other hand dip lower. Using my knee, I prod her legs, encouraging her to take a wider stance, and as soon as she does, I slide my hand between her thighs and groan at how wet she is.
“Such a naughty girl, Cyn,” I purr in her ear. “I think someone likes being chased by the big scary masked man.”
Instead of trying to deny it, she widens her stance even more and grabs onto my forearm. With a sexy moan, she arches into me, wanting me inside her.
“Isn’t that right,krovinka?”
I slide two fingers into her wet pussy, groaning when I feel how tight she is. Pumping into her, I work her hard while her fingers dig into my arm and her breathy moans threaten to tear through every ounce of restraint I possess. She’s close. I know she is. I can feel it radiating through her, and right when shemoans my name, I pull my fingers out of her slick heat and let her go.
“Lose the shirt and bra,” I growl, barely keeping myself in check. “Forearms and knees, Cyn. I want that ass in the air, thighs spread wide.”
She doesn’t argue with me this time. Her shirt floats in the air when she tosses it aside before it falls to the ground. Her bra is a few seconds behind it. I palm my cock through my pants, giving it a good squeeze as I watch her drop to her knees and assume the position I want.
Her name leaves my mouth like a whispered prayer as my eyes run over her nearly prostrated body. My beautiful, sweet girl lying in the dirt, splayed out and begging to be fucked by the monster standing over her.
Giving myself another squeeze that forces more pre-cum from my body, I slowly circle her. The submissive pose, the way the moonlight highlights her skin, the shadowy lines of her curves and the way she’s bowing her head to the grass has me so aroused I can barely think. There’s nothing but the sound of her fast, excited breaths, and when I’m behind her again, I add in the sound of my belt being undone and then the unmistakable sound of my zipper slowly being lowered.
