Ever since he grabbed me behind the theater, the adrenaline has been coursing through my veins like diesel. And the second he says it, it’s like lighting it on fire, like another Molotov cocktail.
Blood roars in my ears as I explode away from him, flinging myself into the near-total darkness of the old church. My eyes have adjusted a little bit to the gloom, and I’m not completely blind, but it’s still a beyond harrowing rush as I bolt into the blackness.
“Runnnn, prinkípissa….”
The voice snarls and growls all around me. He’s everywhere and nowhere. It’s like I’m drowning in a pool of inky black paint, slowly choking me and turning my entire existence opaque.
I zigzag to the left, then to the right, my legs pumping hard as I gasp for air. One second, I swear he’s right in front of me. The next, behind me.
Beside me. All around.
Inside my fucking head.
I fling myself in another direction, my breath heaving as I charge half blindly into the darkness. A split second later, I’m screaming as my shin bangs into what feels like stone, or maybe one of the splintered pews.
I cry out and go sprawling onto the grimy floor. I plant a palm and a knee, ready to spring back up.
Too late.
The scream is torn from my throat as his enormous size and weight slam into me from behind.
“Gotcha,” his stony voice rasps.
The pain receptors in my scalp explode as he grabs a huge fistful of my long hair and yanks. I cry out again, my head snapping back as his knee plants between my shoulder blades, pinning my chest firmly to the ground.
Kratos growls when his huge hand suddenly grabs the back of my yoga pants. He pulls, making me whimper as he roughly hauls my ass into the air, forcing me to my knees with my torso still pinned to the ground.
Suddenly, the fist holding the back of my pants yanks them down to my knees. The wind rushes out of me, my veins throbbing with heat as his huge palm spanks my bare ass, hard. The sharp, cracking sound of skin on skin makes me yelp, the sound of it echoing through the church.
He spanks me again, then again, roughly and repeatedly spanking first one cheek and then the other as I writhe and sob and moan under his rough touch. Suddenly, his fingers slip under the edge of my thong. He pulls it tight like he did last time, creating a delicious friction as the lace rubs tight against my clit.
“You wrecked something important to me, prinkípissa,” he snarls into my ear. “I think it’s only fair I wreck something that’s important to you.”
He yanks harder and the thong digs into my skin before shredding away entirely.
“And I’m going to start with this pretty little virgin pussy.”
I choke on my breath as his huge hand suddenly cups my sex from behind. He drags a massively thick finger up through my lips. He roughly plunges the finger inside, driving into me hard as I squeal and writhe under his touch.
“So fucking tight,” he snarls darkly. “So fucking small.” I shudder as he drags the blade of his knife down my spine. “You’ve never had a man before, have you, prinkipíssa? No one’s ever stretched this tight little pussy out, have they?”
I whimper, shaking my head as best as I can with my cheek flat on the ground.
“A shame,” he murmurs savagely. He spanks my ass again, making me yelp before his thick finger drives right back into me, knocking the breath from my lungs and making my toes curl. I shudder as I feel him lean down close to my ear again. “Because my cock is going to split you in fucking two when I take your tight little hole.”
His finger roughly rams into me, and the lewd, loud, wet squelching sounds of arousal as he roughly manhandles me give away exactly how much I want and crave this.
How much I’ve been waiting for this.
And he fucking knows it.
Kratos chuckles a dark, devilish laugh in the darkness.
“What a greedy, eager little slut I’ve found,” he growls, fingering me even harder. “I bet this slutty little cunt’s been making a fucking mess of your panties ever since you destroyed what was mine, just aching for me to find you.”
His finger rams into me, and I cry out.
“And chase you.”
I shudder when I hear the jangle of his belt buckle and the sound of his zipper being tugged down.
“And catch you.”
I shriek again as he reaches beneath me and yanks my hoodie, top, and bra right up to my chin. He roughly cups one of my breasts, pinching and twisting the nipple as I writhe in a mix of pleasure and pain.
“And ruin you.”
His finger curls deep into me, making my eyes roll back and my feet curl and claw at the dirty ground. Then he slides his hand away with one last hard spank on my upturned ass.
He moves in front of me, sinking to his knees. His hand tangles in my hair, lifting my head and locking his eyes with mine.
Holy fuck.
He’s still wearing the mask, but he’s shirtless now, the hard grooves and veins of his arms and torso standing out sharply in the gloomy darkness and the veiled light coming through the broken windows. His tattoo ink dances like black magic on his tanned skin. His massive chest bulges when he moves, and the thick, corded muscles of his veined forearms ripple as he grabs a fistful of my hair.
Kratos drops his other hand to his unbuckled, unzipped black jeans. He reaches inside, and I moan quietly, my gaze riveted on his movements as he starts to stroke himself in his pants.
“Are you going to be a fucking good girl for me?”
