The second he pressed his forearm across my chest, I knew he was trying to free up a hand so he could push the buttons on his wristband.
Diving into survival mode as Colt held me down with his body to press the buttons, I grabbed a fistful of dry soil and leaves, and I screwed my eyes shut and threw it at his face.
“Goddammit, Kit!”
I coughed and spat, some of the dirt ending up on my face too, but at least I’d done it. Colt rolled off me and cursed, and I scrambled to my feet as my heart lodged in my throat.
“Don’t even try,” he growled, grabbing on to my foot.
I fell down on my hands and knees. Ouch. A rock cut into my kneecap.
“Let go!” I tried to kick his hand away, to no avail. He either didn’t feel pain, or he pushed through it. “Ow!”
His fingers dug painfully into my calf, and he dragged himself on top of me.
Next thing I knew, a sharp smack rang out, and my cheek caught on fire.
I stared with wide eyes. He’d backhanded me, and he looked murderous.
Tears welled up rapidly, blurring my vision, and I didn’t move for several seconds. It was long enough for him to straddle my waist and signal to the others that I’d been captured.
“Now I get my fun,” he said, breathing heavily. For the sixth time, the sirens and the red lights flooded the forest, and I let out a whimper of defeat. “You were harder to hunt down than I expected, I’ll give ya that.” He yanked his T-shirt over his head and threw it on the ground.
My eyes grew large again. Oh my God, I’d done that to him. He had scratches all over, and not just on his torso. Now I saw them on his face too. It wasn’t only the dirt I’d thrown at him. Blood was smeared across his jaw.
My mouth watered, and I swallowed thickly.
“Now you’re all mine.” He wrapped his fingers as much as he could around my throat and lowered himself over me. “My feisty little animal, how I’m gonna fuck you.”
A proverbial crack split me in two, one half that wanted nothing more than to be taken savagely by him, and the other that still had some fight left in him. I wasn’t ready to surrender. Our heavy breathing mingled in the air between us, my blood started pumping again, and a primal need to assert myself slammed its way into my skull and wouldn’t be ignored.
I let out a strangled sound as he tightened his chokehold on me, and I glared up at him.
“Don’t even think about it,” he whispered. “You’re done fightin’.”
“I’ve barely started,” I snarled.
I latched on to his arm and struggled to loosen his hold. I thrashed against him, frustration building up within, and then I smacked him instead when he wouldn’t budge. I struck and scratched him up, the latter pissing him off. With a guttural growl, he flipped me over onto my stomach and planted a hand at the side of my head.
My cheek scraped against the dirt floor.
“No!” I shouted. “Stop it!” I flailed until my hands found his, and I clawed at the top of his hand. Anything…to get him to release me.
“Quiet, boy.” He grunted and used his free hand to push down my jeans.
Somewhere in the forest, another prey lost their fight. Smoke crept closer, the red lit up the trees, and the alarm thrust panic into the air.
“No, don’t!” I screamed. Fury and desperation unfurled, and I dug my nails deeper into his knuckles. “Let me go!”
I ground my pelvis into the dirt in an attempt to keep my jeans on, but it was futile. Colt wrestled my pants past my hips and down to my knees, leaving only the thin barrier of my briefs between the ground and me. Except my ass. He exposed my butt and spanked me hard.
“Fight me, you coward!” I shouted.
“Don’t feel like it.” He kneaded my buttocks roughly and spanked me over and over. “What’s your safeword?”
“Fuck you, it’s red, and I just wanna fight you!” I choked on a sob as the fire spread. “Come on, bastard!” He wouldn’t move. I felt something warm and wet around my fingertips, letting me know I’d broken the skin on his hand badly enough that he was bleeding more than a little. And still, he wouldn’t let go.
I screamed out my frustration, and all he did was uncap a bottle of whatever he’d brought with him. Oil, lube, what-the-fuck-ever. I couldn’t get free. He had me.
Humiliation washed over me when he swiped two fingers coated with something slick over my opening. I couldn’t resist whatsoever, and I hated it. He finger-fucked me without mercy. He simply didn’t care about what I said or what I did. At some point, he’d freed himself from his own jeans, and before I knew it, he pushed his big cock inside my ass.