Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
It only takes me a second to realize what is going on. The man is hovering over me and tugging on my body. I glance down and find him pulling my jeans down my legs.
The wet jeans cling to me like a second skin, making it hard for him to remove them. Cold air makes my skin pebble, and another glance south tells me my shirt is gone, and my breasts are exposed to him. Even worse, he is naked. Completely naked.
The fear I felt before becomes full-fledged panic, and I start to really freak out. I start to squirm away and out of his hold, but my legs are numb, and my arms are just as useless. I look like a worm trying to escape the fishing pole.
“Please,” I whimper, just as he gets my legs out of my pants.
Wiggling backward, I realize he took my panties off too when my butt cheeks scrape across the ground. Oh god. Now I’m completely naked and at his mercy.
Grabbing my ankle, he halts my movement.
“I’m just trying to get you warm,” he growls like he is angry with me. With his hand wrapped tightly around my ankle, he pulls me back toward him.
I try to get away again, but he’s already on top of me, straddling my legs, rendering me immobile. His heavy cock is resting on my thighs, inches away from my pussy. I gulp. Is this how I’m going to lose my virginity? By some stranger in the woods before he surely kills me?
Pressure builds behind my eyes, but I force the tears away, knowing that if I let one fall, I’m never going to stop crying.
As if he can sense my emotions, he whispers, “Don’t be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.” I don’t believe him. Why else would he be stripping me of my clothing and climbing on top of me?
He reaches for something next to us, and I’m positive it’s a weapon, not that he would need one to hurt me. He is at least twice my size and overpowers me with ease.
I flinch when what he grabs comes into view. It’s… a shirt. A regular T-shirt. No gun or shovel? Just a cotton T-shirt.
Confused, I remain helpless as he pulls the shirt over my head and dresses me in it like I’m an oversized Barbie doll.
With lightning reflexes, he climbs off of me and to his feet. With his body weight gone, I can plan my escape, but before I can even move, he bends down and slides his arms under my body. I’m lifted in the air and cradled to his chest. Then he’s moving, walking like nothing even happened.
My normal aversion to being touched by any man is overridden by the reminder of how cold I am. Instead of recoiling, I snuggle deeper into his chest, letting his body heat seep into mine. How is he so warm?
My cheek feels like ice pressed up against his burning skin.
My lungs hurt as if thumbtacks are rattling around inside of me each time I breathe in. I suck in a shaky breath, and the smell of him hits me. I’ve never smelled anything like it. He smells like pine and mountain air, mixed with fresh-cut grass and sunshine.
Slowly, the feeling returns to my hands and feet, just in time for me to realize that my fingers are trailing over his naked chest.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Clearing my throat, I ask, “W-where are you taking me?”
“Home.”
“How do you know where I live?”
“Not your old home. Your new home,” he says, and I stare up at him in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m taking you to my place, which will now be your new home,” he says, all matter of fact as if it should be obvious to me.
Dumbfounded, I continue gawking at him. He is a psychopath. He has to be.
He is batshit crazy, naked, and taking me to his place in the woods, where he is definitely going to kill me. I have to get away, escape. Once again, I start to struggle in his hold, but he only holds me tighter to his chest, his arms like two giant tree trunks.
“Please, put me down.” I press my hands against his firm chest to put space between our bodies.
“No.” He shakes his head. “You are hurt and cold. I need to get you inside and warm you up.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m not really that cold,” I lie. “Please, just let me go.”
“I can’t let you go. I would do anything for you, but I will not let you go. The woods are not safe, and you’re mine. We belong together.”
His statement makes my mouth pop open. What did he just say?
“I think you have the wrong girl. You don’t even know me.”
“You were made for me. I don’t need to know you to know that you’re it. You are perfect in every way, and I love you already.”