Love You Like No Other
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
13,233
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Chase- Prey and Predator
Disclaimer: Once again, I own the characters. That is all.
AN: Sorry I took so long to update! I have a lot of crap to do and no time to do it.
Chapter Three: The Chase- Prey and Predator
Quinn whimpered when she felt two arms encase her waist. She tried to pull out of his grip but he was strong and pulled her towards his hard chest.
“Gotcha,” he cruelly whispered into her ear.
“No! Let me go!” Quinn screamed.
“Never,” he replied, smiling.
He roughly grabbed Quinn’s arms and pulled them behind her back. He had brought rope with him when he went after her, and used it to tie her wrists together. Quinn was thrashing about wildly in his arms, so he pushed her to the ground making her fall crushing her arms beneath her. He heard her cry out in pain as she fell to the earthy floor of dirt and leaves. Quinn looked up at her captor through clouded eyes. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling tears of fright and anguish travel down her pale face. She reopened them to look up at the face of the stranger.
Quinn studied the face of her captor through terrified eyes. She found him to be quite attractive with his golden tanned face and deep green eyes. His build was one of fitness. He was tall, about 6\'1, slightly muscular and lean. His breath was ragged as he stood over her and looked at her lying form.
‘What am I thinking?!’ Quinn silently screamed at herself, ‘He’s a fucking psycho!’
The man looked at the beauty that lay before him. She was attractive but not drop dead gorgeous. Pretty. She had deep blue eyes and light brown hair. Her hair was shoulder length, maybe more, and straight. She had a perfect nose. Cute. Her lips were small and somewhat thin. Her skin was pale but not pasty white. Flawless. Her stature was about 5\'5. Perfect.
‘Bound tightly and defeated,’ he thought, smiling inwardly.
It was true. The tears continued to roll down the young woman’s face as she looked at him in fear. Her breathing was heavy and harsh. Her lips quivered as he eyed her body; the blue eyes continuing to produce more heartbreaking tears. Quinn wished she could just curl up and die as he looked her body up and down, satisfied with his catch.
The stranger let his piercing green eyes roam down her body to her heaving breasts. They were full and nicely shaped beneath her T-shirt, he observed.
‘Even more perfect’ he thought.
His eyes then travelled down to her wonderful curves and slim legs.
‘Damn, this is getting good’
Quinn noticed the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
‘Oh God, this is it. I’m going to die!’ she thought and a sob came from her throat.
“Please let me go, don’t kill me...please,” Quinn sobbed violently.
It surprised her when a small chuckle emitted from his mouth and she looked at him in shock. He bent down and leaned close to her face.
“I would never kill you. You’re too damn beautiful,\" he said, his breath tickling her face.
Quinn’s eyes widened when he said this, he was actually kind of gentle. But then again weren’t most killers nice when they met their victims?
“Please, I beg of you to let me go,” Quinn said, her voice shaking with fear.
“No.”
“Fucking bastard! LET ME GO!!!” Quinn half-screamed, half-sobbed.
“Now, now, what a horrible mouth you have on you,” he chided, “if I were you I’d stop.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed at him with all the nerve she had.
Quinn wished she would have kept her mouth shut when she felt his palm against her tear-soaked cheek and an awful stinging sensation after. Her captor heard her painful cry that made him inwardly wince. He touched her reddened cheek with his hand.
“I’m sorry, darling. You deserved it. Just be quiet and polite and nothing bad will happen to you,” he explained to her.
“Are you going to rape me?” Quinn’s voice blurted out before she realized what she was saying.
“No,” he said, “just do what you’re told and you’ll be fine.”
Hearing this answer made Quinn relax a little but she knew she couldn’t rely what he had said. Things change. The man then pulled Quinn to her feet and helped her regain her balance.
‘If he lets me walk I might have a chance of getting away’ she suddenly thought.
However, her heart sank when he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder. She struggled against his body as he held her tight.
“Stop,” he commanded sharply.
Quinn immediately stopped, she didn’t dare test his patience. The man smiled to himself as she obeyed him. He then placed his one hand on her round derriere.
“Don’t touch my ass,” Quinn growled through gritted teeth.
“Excuse me, didn’t we just have a talk about being polite?” he questioned her, his voice a threatening tone. After hearing this Quinn snapped her mouth shut.
“Good girl,” the stranger said, taunting her by squeezing her ass to emphasize his point.
All Quinn could do was hang her head in embarrassment while they walked back to his car. Unfortunately for Quinn no cars went down the road while this psycho man carried her to his car. He put her down, making her sit on the gravel shoulder of the road while he opened the passenger’s side door for her. Then he picked her up and put her in the seat. When the door slammed shut, the tears automatically streamed down Quinn’s face once again.
AN: Sorry I took so long to update! I have a lot of crap to do and no time to do it.
Chapter Three: The Chase- Prey and Predator
Quinn whimpered when she felt two arms encase her waist. She tried to pull out of his grip but he was strong and pulled her towards his hard chest.
“Gotcha,” he cruelly whispered into her ear.
“No! Let me go!” Quinn screamed.
“Never,” he replied, smiling.
He roughly grabbed Quinn’s arms and pulled them behind her back. He had brought rope with him when he went after her, and used it to tie her wrists together. Quinn was thrashing about wildly in his arms, so he pushed her to the ground making her fall crushing her arms beneath her. He heard her cry out in pain as she fell to the earthy floor of dirt and leaves. Quinn looked up at her captor through clouded eyes. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling tears of fright and anguish travel down her pale face. She reopened them to look up at the face of the stranger.
Quinn studied the face of her captor through terrified eyes. She found him to be quite attractive with his golden tanned face and deep green eyes. His build was one of fitness. He was tall, about 6\'1, slightly muscular and lean. His breath was ragged as he stood over her and looked at her lying form.
‘What am I thinking?!’ Quinn silently screamed at herself, ‘He’s a fucking psycho!’
The man looked at the beauty that lay before him. She was attractive but not drop dead gorgeous. Pretty. She had deep blue eyes and light brown hair. Her hair was shoulder length, maybe more, and straight. She had a perfect nose. Cute. Her lips were small and somewhat thin. Her skin was pale but not pasty white. Flawless. Her stature was about 5\'5. Perfect.
‘Bound tightly and defeated,’ he thought, smiling inwardly.
It was true. The tears continued to roll down the young woman’s face as she looked at him in fear. Her breathing was heavy and harsh. Her lips quivered as he eyed her body; the blue eyes continuing to produce more heartbreaking tears. Quinn wished she could just curl up and die as he looked her body up and down, satisfied with his catch.
The stranger let his piercing green eyes roam down her body to her heaving breasts. They were full and nicely shaped beneath her T-shirt, he observed.
‘Even more perfect’ he thought.
His eyes then travelled down to her wonderful curves and slim legs.
‘Damn, this is getting good’
Quinn noticed the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.
‘Oh God, this is it. I’m going to die!’ she thought and a sob came from her throat.
“Please let me go, don’t kill me...please,” Quinn sobbed violently.
It surprised her when a small chuckle emitted from his mouth and she looked at him in shock. He bent down and leaned close to her face.
“I would never kill you. You’re too damn beautiful,\" he said, his breath tickling her face.
Quinn’s eyes widened when he said this, he was actually kind of gentle. But then again weren’t most killers nice when they met their victims?
“Please, I beg of you to let me go,” Quinn said, her voice shaking with fear.
“No.”
“Fucking bastard! LET ME GO!!!” Quinn half-screamed, half-sobbed.
“Now, now, what a horrible mouth you have on you,” he chided, “if I were you I’d stop.”
“Fuck you!” she screamed at him with all the nerve she had.
Quinn wished she would have kept her mouth shut when she felt his palm against her tear-soaked cheek and an awful stinging sensation after. Her captor heard her painful cry that made him inwardly wince. He touched her reddened cheek with his hand.
“I’m sorry, darling. You deserved it. Just be quiet and polite and nothing bad will happen to you,” he explained to her.
“Are you going to rape me?” Quinn’s voice blurted out before she realized what she was saying.
“No,” he said, “just do what you’re told and you’ll be fine.”
Hearing this answer made Quinn relax a little but she knew she couldn’t rely what he had said. Things change. The man then pulled Quinn to her feet and helped her regain her balance.
‘If he lets me walk I might have a chance of getting away’ she suddenly thought.
However, her heart sank when he lifted her up and threw her over his shoulder. She struggled against his body as he held her tight.
“Stop,” he commanded sharply.
Quinn immediately stopped, she didn’t dare test his patience. The man smiled to himself as she obeyed him. He then placed his one hand on her round derriere.
“Don’t touch my ass,” Quinn growled through gritted teeth.
“Excuse me, didn’t we just have a talk about being polite?” he questioned her, his voice a threatening tone. After hearing this Quinn snapped her mouth shut.
“Good girl,” the stranger said, taunting her by squeezing her ass to emphasize his point.
All Quinn could do was hang her head in embarrassment while they walked back to his car. Unfortunately for Quinn no cars went down the road while this psycho man carried her to his car. He put her down, making her sit on the gravel shoulder of the road while he opened the passenger’s side door for her. Then he picked her up and put her in the seat. When the door slammed shut, the tears automatically streamed down Quinn’s face once again.