CRAVE Ruined in the Woods...

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Today let's start ch 2

⚠️ CHAPTER TWO :-Ruined in the Woods

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains disturbing content including psychological manipulation, forced dominance, non-consensual elements, trauma, degradation, and obsessive behavior. Reader discretion is strongly advised

Evelyn (Eve )

Evelyn Vale She crossed her legs like it could stop him

Evelyn (Eve )

Trembling, shaking, she backed up until her spine kissed the rough bark of a tree, heart pounding like it wanted to escape her chest

Evelyn (Eve )

“P-please,” she whispered, voice so cracked it barely sounded human. “Don’t…”

But Rex Maddox didn’t speak human. He spoke hunger

Rex

His eyes dropped to her thighs — barely covered, her dress hiked from the run, the panic. Her breathing came in soft whimpers. She tried pressing her knees together tighter...

Rex

He crouched before her like a wolf about to taste something helpless. Precious. Breakable.

Rex

And then, with one gloved hand, he forced her legs apart

Rex

She cried out, fists curling into the dirt. “No—!” But her voice only fed the monster in him. “Do you know what it does to me,” Rex murmured darkly, “when you tremble and beg… and still smell like heaven?” He leaned closer — nose to skin — and inhaled right between her thighs. She gasped. Tears slid down her cheeks.

Rex

Rex groaned low in his throat. “Fuck. That sweet scent?” He dragged his tongue along the inside of her leg, slow. Cruel. “It smells like fear. And I want to wear it on my mouth.” His mouth traced lower and slower until her thighs trembled...He looked up, smirking as though tasting her would ruin him in the best way... She cried out "Hhhh---ahhh..." She shook her head violently, trying to twist away. He caught her easily, one hand wrapped around her ankle, keeping her wide open. “No one’s ever tasted you, have they?” he said, voice like gravel. “That’s fine. I’ll make up for lost time.” Her sob was a broken sound. “Pl... please…” He looked up at her with that same haunted smile from the club. “I told you, I fell in love the second you spilled wine on me baby. But this?” His fingers trailed her inner thigh. “This isn’t love, Evelyn.” His mouth hovered an inch above her soaked lace. “This is claiming.” He spread her a more wide open like she was a secret only he was allowed to read. His breath ghosted over her until she trembled with the ache of waiting—soft, needy, undone. Then his tongue came, a single claiming stroke that made her cry out. He didn’t rush; he lingered, tasting, mapping, savoring her as if she were the only flavor worth remembering. “Fuck,” he murmured against her, voice rough and half-broken. He dipped lower, slow and deliberate, every movement measured, hungry. Each flick of his tongue drew another sound from her throat(ahhhmmm), sharper, more helpless, until her fingers tangled in his hair. Furthermore, he smiled against her, not gentle—devouring—because he already knew the exact place to break her and the exact way she would fall apart. He answered every small sound she made, turning it into something worse and something exquisite, until she was trembling with need and ruin at once. He pulled back, lips wet, and whispered against her trembling heat:- “Cry harder baby". I want to see what your soul tastes like when it shatters...

Trigger Warning: This scene contains obsessive behavior, forced dominance, twisted teasing, and emotional trauma. Read only if you crave the darkest shadows of romance.

Evelyn (Eve )

Evelyn Vale She tasted like broken prayers and something too pure to touch

Rex

Rex pulled back from her thighs, his mouth slick with her fear — and something deeper.

Rex

Not lust. Not consent. Just a shiver he wanted to drown in

Evelyn (Eve )

She curled away from him, eyes wild, lips trembling

Evelyn (Eve )

“Why…” she whispered, shattered. “Why are you doing this to me?” He smiled, lips stained from her. “Because I don’t believe in fate. I believe in taking what I want.” He stood over her now, tall and terrifying. She didn’t even realize he’d unbuckled his coat until it dropped onto the moss like a crown falling. And then he held up one finger .

Rex

1. “You begged,” he said. “And I want to hear it again.” She is speechless. So he gripped her chin, firm but not enough to bruise. “You don’t get it yet. This isn’t about permission. This is about how many times I can break you until your body begs without your mouth.” Her breath hitched.

Rex

2. He leaned in close. “You smell like pain. And it’s sweet.” He dragged his tongue slowly across the corner of her mouth — tasting her tears.

Rex

She whimpered. He didn’t stop. His voice dropped lower. “Do you know what happens when prey runs from a predator in the woods?” She shook. “They get found. Spread. And marked.” And then his hand slid under her dress again — not to invade, not yet — just to rest there. A promise. A threat.

Rex

3. “You think I’ll fuck you now?” he whispered against her throat. “No. You don’t deserve that yet.” She blinked up at him, dazed and soaked in fear. “I want you to ache for it,” he said. “I want you to think about me every time you close your thighs and realize how empty I left you.” He grinned as she whimpered. Then he turned away. Just like that. Left her there, trembling in the dark woods, soaked, torn open emotionally — and untouched in all the wrong places. His voice echoed behind him: “Don’t worry, Evelyn. I’ll come back when your body starts begging louder than your mouth.

so ch 2 is over

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