“Lilah, I—”

“You… you are not here to punish me for my rejection of your advances?” she asked in a frightened tiny voice.

I frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Fully dropping her arm, she glanced over her shoulder at me, her big eyes confused, and said, “Back in the… the room for drinking, you wanted me to join with you and I pushed you away… You… you licked my skin and said explicit things in my ear…” She looked at me, urging me to understand.

“You’re hot. I’m hung like a donkey. And I’m fucked off my face. It sounded like a fuckin’ perfect suggestion at the time. But right now, sweet cheeks, I have no fuckin’ idea what you’re talking about.”

She turned to fully face me, seeming bolder, and explained, “You are here to punish me because I refused you sex. It shamed you as a man for me to say no, to not welcome you into my body.” She straightened, closed her eyes, and, turning to bend over, hands on a rock and ass in the air, said, “Please, if I can request that you do not cause me pain?”

“I—” I went to explain that I weren’t gonna hit her, but then I looked at her, looked at what was facing me… saw that she was soaking fuckin’ wet… in a see-through slip… I could see everything… and I fuckin’… I—

Then her legs parted, a bare pussy coming into view, and I groaned, my hard cock punishing my whoring ass.

Fuck. I’d drowned. I’d drowned and this was my hell.

Lilah’s head whipped around and her eyes opened. I bit my bottom lip to keep my mouth shut. It took all my willpower not to jump forward, throw her on her back, and suck one of those red as fuck nipples into my mouth through the practically non-existent material. Her stomach was flat and toned, her legs long, and… and her pussy, Jesus Christ, it was perfect! Fuck me sideways, her pussy was all fuckin’ pink and hairless, the wet material suctioned to her skin showing, in explicit detail, the apex of her thighs.

I swear I was gonna shoot a load in my jeans. Like a fuckin’ teenage boy who found his first ever beaver shot in Playboy.

Lilah suddenly whimpered, ripping me from my staring. Her lip trembled and her eyes filled with tears as she stumbled, backing up to reach for her discarded dress on the ground, tripping over her feet as she tried to get away.

“Lilah! Calm the fuck down!” I found the voice to call.

She turned as she hurried to put her dress on. She pushed her hand out, almost smashing it into my chest. “No… please. I am the one who is shamed. I am a shameful, sinful woman. I did not mean to tempt you. Please do not take me… please…”

She was freaking the fuck out so I stopped and turned away. And hell, it was hard to do. I could stare at this bitch’s stacked frame all damn day.

But a woman whining and bitching? Nah, couldn’t deal with one second of that shit.

“There, I’ve turned, no temptation,” I said. “Tell me when you’re dressed and then you and me are gonna talk.” I couldn’t hear anything behind me after a few minutes of rustling, and I frowned. “Lilah?” I asked again. Still nothing.

Cautiously turning around, brushing my long wet hair from my face, I glimpsed the bottom of Lilah’s fuckin’ ugly gray dress disappearing into the woods.

“Psycho fuckin’ bitch!” I spat, picking up my discarded cut and throwing it over my wet shirt. Setting off at a sprint, it didn’t take me long to close in on her. She may be lithe and fast, but she wasn’t faster than me.

Casting a terrified glimpse behind her, obviously hearing my footsteps, she cried out when she saw me giving chase.

“Lilah!” I shouted, but she didn’t let up, making me feel like we were in some fucked-up redneck horror movie.

It left me one choice: tackle the bitch. If she ran back into the club screaming and crying, telling Mae she’d offered herself to me, that I’d seen her naked, Styx was gonna kill me for sure, or at best leave me some scars with his German blade. And that shit weren’t happening. I was too fuckin’ good-looking to be wearing ugly red scars.

Lilah turned onto the dirt path heading up the hill to the clubhouse, when I reached out my arms, wrapped them around her waist, and tackled her to the ground, turning us midair so I took the brunt of the fall.

“NO!” Lilah cried again and flailed to be free, digging her elbows into my ribs. I gripped on tight, trying my damnedest not to pay much attention to her full right tit my hand was practically cupping.

Taking advantage of her leaning to the side, I rolled us over, taking her wrist and trapping her hands above her head as I straddled her waist, my chest almost touching hers. “Bitch, stop!” I ordered as her tight body wriggled beneath me and my hair fell forward to cage around her damp and frightened face.




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