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“Keep it there,” he instructed, his voice filled with intensity, yet my mind recognized that voice. He hadn’t altered it this time, and I stared at him in disbelief.
“Jared?” I managed to utter before he entered me deeply, eliciting synchronized groans from both of us.
His movements were fast, propelled by the desire that the chase had stirred within him. His thrusts held no gentleness. He entered me deeply, pressing as far as he could, while I maintained the knife against his skin. Stunned, I struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding, but my body mirrored his intensity. Fueled by adrenaline, I found myself experiencing an unexpected rush of pleasure. It defied explanation. Yet my senses were heightened, and his forceful, deep strokes caused me to moan with each thrust, aching for more. He seized my free hand, pinning it above my head, effectively trapping me, all while the knife remained poised at his most vulnerable point.
“Oh God!” I cried out as the orgasm began building within me. My legs clenched around his waist as I reached the peak of pleasure. My hand slipped away, and he secured that wrist as well, keeping them both above my head as he continued to move within me, driven by the euphoria of pleasure. “Oh yes!”
I couldn’t prevent the overwhelming climax. Lost in the throes of pleasure, I convulsed and shook as he persisted, driving me to the brink once more while chasing his own release.
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, tears streaming from my eyes as a powerful blend of fear, pleasure, and anger melded into a potent cocktail, further intensifying the ecstasy coursing through my body. My attacker surged with fervor, thrusting deeply a few more times before finally finding release, his dark groans resonating in my ear as he slumped down atop me. Trapped beneath him, the former fearful feeling gave way to a different sensation. It was pure, pleasurable delight that left us both breathless, drenched in sweat.
“Next time, don’t hesitate to cut me,” he whispered, causing my eyes to snap open. He retreated, discarding the mask, and even in the dimness, his identity was unmistakable.
“Jared, you fucking bastard,” I murmured, yet the strength to fight had deserted me. I was a trembling wreck, and it surprised me to find my body yearning for yet another round.
Chapter 39
-Jared-
Hunting Alison had provided a thrill unlike any other. Recreating the same level of terror wouldn’t be possible, but I could certainly intrigue her by offering her a tempting prize. I was ready to dangle a golden carrot, hinting at a reward for her efforts in fleeing in our next hunt. Crafting such a scheme was well within my abilities. For now, in this moment, I reveled in the aftermath of our twisted game. God, it had been exhilarating, especially when she managed to wrest the knife from my grip, using it against me. The unexpected turn did nothing to quell my arousal. If anything, it heightened my desire and the tension between us. It didn’t take Alison long to realize my identity, especially as I entered her. I had thought the pieces would fall into place quicker. Who else could have orchestrated such quick preparation for our dark hunt? Yet, her distress at the time hindered her ability to delve into these details. Therefore, her lack of awareness added to the experience, as she believed I was an actual stranger, ready to rape her. Undoubtedly, we would repeat this twisted game, albeit with some modifications. Fooling her a second time wouldn’t be so simple.
Alison’s reaction to the revelation was far from jubilant. Were it not for the intensity of her climax, she might have unleashed her anger at full volume. The flames of fury danced in her eyes, but for now, she lay naked and panting on the floor, with my cock still inside her. The knife rested loosely in her grip. However, I quickly I retrieved it before she mustered the strength to follow through on its lethal potential. Reaching out, I retrieved the knife, provoking a discontented moan from her.
“Well, that was quite the experience,” I managed, my own breath labored and uneven.
“I didn’t think it was possible to despise someone as profoundly as I despise you, but you’ve reached new heights,” she retorted, her breath equally ragged.
“Excellent. That will make our next hunt even more exciting,” I declared.
“Next? I won’t fall for that again.”
“I’m well aware,” I chuckled.
“You’re the most despicable man on this planet.”
“Had you said person, you know I would’ve cheerfully pointed out that the title belongs to you,” I teased.
“Do you think I chose my words accidentally?” she shot back.
“Come now, my little slut. You just climaxed so intensely. Admit it, you relished the thrill of being taken by a stranger,” I taunted, my words laden with provocation. “Though that’s hardly uncharted territory for you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded.
“Slut suits you rather well,” I taunted.
“You motherfucker!” she exploded.
“A motherfucker you just climaxed for,” I retorted, withdrawing from her and fixing my clothes. I switched on the lights, revealing the sight of Alison still sprawled on the floor, in the process of recovering. Slowly, she propped herself up on her arms, visibly struggling.
“I truly believed someone was about to rape me!” she snarled.
“I know,” I acknowledged.
“And you find that amusing?”
“Not amusing, but it did have a happy ending,” I countered.
“You’re repulsive. What if I turned the tables and hunted you?”
