My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 68

The man in the mask grabbed her waist and flipped her around so her chest was pressed against the tree. He leaned his heavy body into her, pinning her there. He reached around and started to stroke the skin between her legs, his fingers moving hard and fast.

"Yes, yes, Oh God!" she moaned.

The girl’s laughter turned into a loud moans. She arched her back, reached behind her and held onto the same man.

The man dropped his knife into the dirt. I watched, my eyes wide and stinging, as he entered her from behind. It wasn't soft. It was a hard pounding that shook the girl’s whole body.

He grabbed her hair, pulling it back so he could bite the side of her neck. He wasn't being careful. He was taking what he wanted, and she was begging for more.

I had never seen anything like this. This wasn't normal, this was something else. It wasn't sex, it was two animals fighting in the dark. The sound of their bodies hitting each other was loud, a wet, slapping noise that drowned out the wind.

I felt a wave of sick heat crawl up my throat. I wanted to look away, but I was frozen. I watched the way his muscles bunched under his black shirt, the way her legs shook as he pushed her harder and faster against the bark. They didn't care that someone might be watching.

If that was what happened to the girls in red ribbons, what would they do to the girl in pink?

The sound of the man’s heavy breathing and the girl’s wild, messy laughs filled my ears until I felt like I was going to be sick.

I turned and bolted into the deep fog.

The trees were a blur of dark brown and blood-red smoke as I ran. I looked back over my shoulder for a split second, checking to see if any man in the mask had heard me.

That was my mistake.

I didn't see the thin, dark wire stretched across the path between two old trees.

Through the red mist, I heard the slow thud of boots again until it stopped right behind me.

I didn't have time to look up. A heavy weight suddenly dropped onto my back, pinning me even harder into the mud. A man’s knees were on either side of my thighs, and his large, rough hands began to move over me.

He didn't start with my face. He started with my legs.

His palms slid up from my trapped ankles, squeezing my calves and moving over the back of my knees. I felt the heat of his skin through the thin fabric of my shorts. He reached higher, his fingers digging into my ass, gripping the soft skin with a hard, bruising strength.

"Found you," he whispered, "I’ve been looking for the pink ribbon all night. I didn't think the little rabbit would run this far into the dark."

I felt his hand move up my spine, his palm flat against the small of my back, pushing me down into the roots and the dirt. He leaned his face close to my ear.