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Would he chase you through the woods, blow your back out and tell you to take it like a good girl? Also yes.
To all the self-proclaimed good girls who want to be chased through the forest, then fucked by a masked man.
“I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
It’s him. He’s here. He’s back.
“No, no, shh. It’s okay. Don’t cry, alright? I’ve got you.”
“You’re crazy. You’re fucking crazy.”
“I prefer the term ‘artist,’” he quips.
“You fucked with my girl.” Roman chuckles darkly, glancing at me before saying, “And you should never fuck with my girl.”
We never used to be able to high-five without one or both of us flinching, so when she hugged me for the very first time two years ago on my birthday, it was like I saw the light. Then, when she hugged me last year, I’m pretty sure I understood why people find religion.
“You know better than to run from me. Predators love to hunt.”
“God, I love it when you beg.”
“You’re being a very naughty girl, Bella.”
“No amount of blood spilled will ever be too much for you.”
“When will it end?”
He smirks. “When I’m in a grave, and even then, Hell won’t...
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“Don’t worry. If you break, I’ll put you back together. If you run, I’m running right behind you. If you burn, I’ll burn with you.”
“You will never be alone again. I swear on my life. Wherever you go, I’ll be right there. We’ll always find each other. I’m not going anywhere. It’s a promise. We’re forever, Princess, and nothing will ever come between us. Do you understand?”
She sniffles. “Yes.”
“Say...
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“We’re fo...
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“Swea...
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“I promise I’ll never leave ...
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I grin. ...
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She narrows her eyes, but wipes her tears away as she raises her chin. But all I can see is the string bracelets fastened to her wrist. Not one. Two. “Because yo...
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“You leave your window open at night. Nothing will stop me from checking to see whether you've been a good girl and done as you've been told.”
“I think you can take whatever I give you. I bet you’ll even ask for more.”
“Are you going to be a good girl and walk with your hands at your sides, or will I need to carry you?”
“Good girl,” he muses.
“You’d get on your knees for me if I asked. Does that make me your god, Princess?”
“Hit me, scream at me, fucking shoot me if it makes you feel better—at least I know that feeling. But you don’t keep your feelings in, and you sure as fuck don’t lie to me. Got it?”
“That’s my girl,”
“You brought me everything except a bra,”
“Did I? That’s unfortunate.”
“If you need someone to hold them for you, I have two very capable hands right here.”
“Careful, it would be so unfortunate if your panties were to go missing as well.”
“Call us friends. I dare you.”
“Run, Princess.” His breath fans my face. “Don’t let me catch you.”
“Do it,” he challenges me, gesturing to the keys. “But remember, there isn’t anywhere you could go where I won’t follow.”
"Run."
“I’ll give you a head start. But know, I will catch you. Every time. You’ll scream, beg, and fight, but there will be nothing stopping me from claiming you.” I draw in a shuddering breath when his lips brush the shell of my ear, his voice a silky whisper. “Run. I dare you.”
“God, you’re fucking wet. Does my girl like being chased?” He clicks his tongue tauntingly, making my breath hitch. “Dirty girl.”
“Fuck. Your cunt is drenching my hand.”
Roman lifts his hand to his mouth and licks me clean from his fingers, letting a heady noise reverberate from his chest. “I knew you’d be my favorite meal.”
“I warned you, Isabella. I promised you,” he snarls. “I’ll be claiming you once I catch you. You ran, Princess. You. Ran. You thought you could leave me? You thought I wouldn’t hunt you down? Now, I’m going to claim my prize.”
“Good girl. You waited for me.”
“That wasn’t a question, Isabella. It wasn’t a fucking suggestion, either. Beg me to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.”
“Mickey, what? Leave you like this, alone in the woods, all horny and wet?” he muses, purposefully bumping my clit with the head of his dick.
“Do you want me to shove my cock into you and fuck you hard like the dirty little girl you are? Huh, is that what you want?”
“Shh, you’re doing such a good job.”
“That’s it. Take my cock,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “God, you’re bleeding all pretty, Princess.”
