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He hadn't seen you yet, you still had a chance. Maybe if you could get his attention away, you could sprint past him or- a noise breaks you from your racing thoughts. A noise you made. He was looking right at you now, a cocky half grin plastered on his face as he stepped off the golf cart.

You feel yourself freeze up as he stalks closer to you, taking his sweet time. C'mon, move. Run. Finally, willing your body to move, you start sprinting back where you came from, back over the grass fields and steering straight for the woods.

Titus decides to give you a head start before taking off after you. You hear his footsteps pick up in speed just as you veer off into the dark forest. Your heart is beating like a drum inside you, deafening your senses to the outside world. You needed to find some cover, to calm down and think of a new plan.

Taking a quick left, you hide behind a big tree, hoping Titus will just pass right by. Doing your best to control your breath and heart rate, you think of ways you can escape. Maybe if you can get him to pass you, you can turn back to the house. Yes, that's your best plan of action right now. You feel around with your foot on the ground, trying to find a stick or rock you can throw to get him away from you.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps close by, slow and calculating as he circles the perimeter. His gruff voice carries through the silence. "Come out, come out, little girl. I won't hurt you.. too much." You hear as he walks away a bit, his voice carries quieter around you.

This is your chance, you manage to find a stick and pick it up as quietly as you can, throwing it in what you think is the opposite direction from the resort and where you are hiding. The footsteps come to a sudden stop as the stick hits a bush further away, and you hear him speak again, his mocking tone sending shivers down your spine.

"You can't hide forever, wife, I'll get you eventually." He starts walking in the direction of the noise, and you wait a few seconds before bolting from your hiding spot. You run faster than you ever have before, through the darkness of the woods, feet getting cut up from rocks and branches. The pain is throbbing, but you can't care about that right now. You're sure you'll be out of the woods soon, you didn't go that far in the first place.

Trying to listen if Titus is on your trail, you hear boots hitting the ground hard behind you, he's catching up fast. You see some light in the distance, and relief floods you for a second before you realise you had run in the wrong direction, you were running straight to the big wall that closed in around the entire area. There was a dingy light coming from atop the wall, probably from a streetlight on the other side.

You didn't have time to think of a new escape as Titus crashed into you from behind. Slamming you into the wall with the impact, the air escaping your lungs. His rough hand grips tightly at the nape of your neck, fingertips dipping into your skin as he pushes you impossibly further into the concrete wall.

His face is close to your shoulder, you can hear the harsh intakes of breath through his nose as he rests his head on you for a second before speaking again. "I told you.. you can't hide from me." Being so close to you now, his voice vibrates through your body.

You hear the quick snap of a button, and your body freezes again as the next moment you feel cold steel against your throat. "Please.." Is all you can get out, your own voice sounding broken from how hard you're pressed into the wall. Your entire body aches from how hard he pushed you.

A gruff-sounding laugh forced its way out of him, "Pleaseee." He teased you, "Just be a good girl and do what I tell you, and I won't have to kill you." He places a deceptively tender kiss on the back of your shoulder. "Can you do that for me?"

You can't make a sound out of fear, but you get your head to move in a jerky nod, and his grip on your neck loosens. He tells you to turn around, and you do, your legs shaking as you move carefully. The knife is back at your throat, pressed to your jugular as his other hand plays with the fabric of your wedding dress.

He looks you up and down. "Take it off." Not once breaking eye contact as he instructs you. But you can't move, your entire body has frozen out of fear, and Titus sighs in frustration. He trails the knife down your collarbone and chest to where the fabric starts.

Suddenly, he's using the knife to easily slice through the dress, "I said. Take. This. Off." Every word is followed by another cut or slice as he tears the dress from your body.

Now standing almost naked in front of him, only your underwear on, still as the dress hadn't allowed for a bra. "I thought you said you'd be good for me.." His tone is filled with disappointment, "Guess I'll have to kill you now. Too bad, I was starting to enjoy this." He grips your arm tight and pulls you forward and down, throwing you to the ground.

You try to catch your fall as best you can, but your body is exhausted. All you can do is turn over so you're facing him. "Please, no, no, I can be good, I'm sorry!"

Titus is towering over you, twirling his knife in one hand, head tilted to the side as he considers your pleas. "I don't know," His words drawl in that deep voice, "That's what you said before, and you weren't." He starts getting down on his knees, one on each side of you. Effectively caging you in. Knife sliding carefully over your exposed skin, sending goosebumps all over.

You put your hands up in defense, "I know, I'm sorry, please give me another chance. I'll be good now, I promise." You were feeling desperate, one hand reaching carefully out towards his thigh, gently placing it there.

His breath has picked up again, head cocked to the side as he smirks down at you, "Yeah? You'll be good now?" The strain in his voice is noticeable. The knife slides back down, teasing at your inner thigh as you nod at him again. At your final confirmation, he slices through the flimsy fabric of your panties too and groans at the sight of your now exposed cunt.

You shiver as the cold air hits your center, and a moan is forced out of you as Titus wastes no time, pressing his thumb directly onto your clit. Your hand flies from his thigh to grip his wrist.

"Fuck, you're so wet." His fingers slide easily over your pussy, playing with your clit. "Was it the chase? Or maybe you get turned on by a knife at your throat?" The knife had been resting at your thigh, but now moved up to your throat again.

You're mortified to find him correct, you are wet. You hated it, but you had felt yourself getting increasingly aroused since he slammed you into the wall. All you could do was whine and shake your head, you didn't wanna prove him right, didn't want him to know you liked it.

Titus just laughs at you, prodding his fingers down to your fluttering hole. Circling around it before pushing in a fingertip, only to take it out just as fast. He repeats this a few times, making you squirm before finally pushing in all the way to the last knuckle. His fingers are thick, even just one punches the air out of your lungs. The finger pumps in and out of you a couple of times, just letting the wetness coat him, almost inspecting you, before adding a second finger.

The stretch is delicious, his fingers fill you up perfectly, and he knows exactly what he's doing with them. Scissoring them inside you, hitting deep as they go in and teasing your entrance as he pulls out. You feel that familiar knot in the base of your stomach, tightening as he continues the movements.

Involuntarily, you have become a moaning mess under him. Hips bucking into his hand, and your hands grip his wrist to either push it away or keep it there. You weren't sure anymore.

Titus seemed to notice that you were close and stopped what he was doing, pulling away his hand completely, earning him a loud whine from you. "Shh, I'll make you feel good soon. Turn around."

You hadn't noticed when, but he had put the knife back in its holster, and both hands were now on you, helping your limp body turn over, and of course, copping a feel while he could. His hands squeeze at anything he can access while moving you. When your chest is pressed into the ground, he gropes at your ass and hips.

He moves your body like it's no more than a rag doll, lifting your hips so your ass is at a perfect height for his hips. Spreading your legs apart as he shuffles between them to press his covered bulge against your soaking core. "Tell me you want it, tell me you want me." The hand at your hip pulls you back on him roughly, the zipper scratching at your most sensitive parts making you mewl out.

You hesitate for a moment, and Titus slaps your ass hard, "Yes! I do, I want you." You cry out loudly as the stinging spreads.

He hums at your response, soothing the sting with his hand, "That's what I thought, sweetheart." And the next thing you hear is his belt clanking as he unbuckles it, the zipper being pulled down. It sends shivers down your spine, you can't even see how big he is, but if the feeling of his bugle is anything to go by… you're grateful he decided to finger you first.

The tip notches at your entrance for a second before he pushes in to hilt in one thrust. "Ah, fuck!" You have to find purchase on the ground, something to hold onto, as he gives you no time to adjust to his size. And he was big, not very long but thick, stretching you out more than his fingers did.

He sets a brutal pace, roughly pulling you back onto his cock and slamming his hips flush to yours. "Shit, you feel so good, sweetheart. Knew you'd be perfect for me, my perfect wife." The grip he has on your hips will definitely leave bruises from his fingertips, marking you as his.

Your forehead is resting against your arm, trying to find a semblance of comfort in this position. All you can do is lie there and take it, moaning and whining as he hits all the right places inside you. Any protest you may have had died on your tongue the second he entered you. You feel one hand releasing its tight grip on your hip and roam over your ass again, thumb sliding over skin before it finds its way between your cheeks. "Wait! Don't!"

He manages to spread your ass cheeks, and you feel him spit between them before pressing his thumb inside you. He does the same process he did when he fingered you, teasing around the puckered hole before dipping in.

Despite your protest, you clench around him as he pumps his thumb into you, and while you can't see it, you know he has that stupid grin on his face. "Oh, you like that, huh?"

Not once during this has his pace slowed down, he's still slamming into you as if his life depended on it. You grit your teeth, swallowing back a moan, and you refuse to let him win this. "You make me sick." You look back at him as you snarl.

He hooks his thumb inside you, using it for leverage as he pulls you back even harder, and his cock throbs inside you, "Fuck, say that again, I'm close." He's starting to get out of breath, losing his grip on you as sweat pearls over your body and his hand. Pace falters slightly as he changes the position, still behind you, but he slings one arm around your neck and pulls you up into him.

You back now flush with his front, he holds you in an almost chokehold, and he starts fucking into you fast again. The restriction around your throat has you seeing stars, and it brings you right to the edge now. Your fingers claw at his arm while your pussy betrays you, clenching down hard again.

Titus' other hand leaves your ass and goes to play with your clit. "Come on, wife, make a mess on my cock."

And you do, you tip over the final edge, that knot in your stomach finally snapping as you come on his cock, pulsing around him as you can barely breathe. The hold around your throat and the orgasm stealing your breath. Titus works you through it, letting you enjoy it before he takes his own pleasure. The arm loosens from your throat, his hand coming up to squeeze your cheeks instead, turning you to face him as much as you can. "Yeah, that's it, milk my cock. Such a pretty sight. All bruised up for me."

He holds eye contact while huffing out the words, your eyes are dazed, but you don't dare close them. His hips start stuttering, his pace falters as he gets close too, and just as he's about to come, he forces a kiss from you. Lips crashing into yours as you feel his seed fill you up. He keeps milking his cock in you until he's empty, whining against you as he does.

You cringe at the feeling of both your juices running down your thigh as he finally stops kissing you. Your knees hurt and are cut up from the branches under you, you whole body is sore.