The Library

Sebastian

T he second I see the text from Lilith, a wicked smile spreads across my lips. She’s playing with fire, and she knows it. That picture she sent—the one with a page from her smut book, where the guy kidnaps the girl, chases her through the woods, and fucks her—it’s practically a challenge. And the little smirk emoji at the end of her message? That’s her tempting me. Teasing me. That’s fine, we can play cat and mouse.

I know her better than she thinks. She can’t send me something like that without expecting a reaction. And she’s right—I’m more than ready.

I can already picture her lying in her bed, restless, probably biting her lip the way she always does when she’s turned on. She’s trying to rile me up, test my patience, maybe even see if I’ll play along with her fantasies. But what she doesn’t realize is that I’m always playing, always watching. I’ve been keeping tabs on her for months, tracking her every move. She thinks she’s in control, but she’s not. Not when I have cameras set up in her apartment, watching her every time she walks in the door.

Right now, she’s at her apartment, not at my house where she was supposed to be. I knew the second she left—I have a tracker in her phone, something she’s blissfully unaware of. I watch her more than she could ever know, and tonight, I’m going to take things to the next level.

Ty notices the grin creeping onto my face as I glance down at my phone. He quirks an eyebrow, clearly about to run his mouth. “What’s got you smilin’ like that, Sebby? Don’t tell me. Lilith texted you some sweet nothin’?” He smirks, knowing damn well there’s nothing innocent about it.

I chuckle, shaking my head. “She’s testing me with one of her little fantasies. Sent me a picture from one of her books—some bullshit about the guy kidnapping the girl, fucking her in the woods.”

Ty’s laugh is immediate, loud as hell as he leans back, nearly dropping his cigarette. “Oh, jesus christ. Of course she did. You two are fucking insane, man. I swear, if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you were actually gonna haul her off and tie her to a tree or some shit. But hey, whatever gets your rocks off, right? Kidnap the girl, fuck her senseless in the woods. Sounds like a dream date for you.”

I smirk, already plotting. “Exactly. She wants to play a game? I’ll give her one. I’ll kidnap her, drag her into the woods, let her run. Then I’ll catch her. And when I do…”

Ty nearly doubles over laughing, slapping his knee. “Ah, fuck, dude. You’re actually gonna do it, aren’t you? Classic . ‘Come here, baby, lemme ruin your life in the most twisted way possible.’ Jesus. You better hope she doesn’t end up running for real. Knowing you, you’ll probably drag it out just to watch her squirm.” He wipes a tear from his eye.

I snort, then murmur, that dark grin creeping up my face. “She thinks she knows what she’s asking for, but I’ll make sure she understands. I’ll let her run… and when I catch her?”

Ty slaps me on the back, shaking his head with that wide grin. “Yeah, yeah, big bad wolf shit. ‘Come here, little red riding hood, lemme show you what the fuck’s really going down.’ You two are something else, man. But I get it. I pull that shit on Anna all the time. You know she loves it. Just don’t go too soft on her. She’ll get bored.”

I smirk, knowing exactly what Ty means. “Don’t worry. She has no idea what’s coming.”

Ty slaps me on the back, still cackling. “Shit, man, that’s classic. You’re a sick fuck, you know that? And don’t act like she doesn’t love it. I mean, who wouldn’t? Let me know if you need backup, though. Always happy to help terrorize a little. You know me.” He winks.

I grin, shaking my head. “Nah, Ty. This one’s all mine.”

We finish up our work, disposing the last body and wiping down any trace of our presence. The entire time, my mind is on Lilith, on the plans I’m forming in my head. I can picture her now, lounging on her bed, waiting for my response. But I’m not going to give her one. Not yet. I want her to stew in the silence, to wonder if I’ve seen the message, to get frustrated when I don’t reply.

I’m going to make her regret tempting me.

Ty rides alongside me back to my place, still grinning like a goddamn maniac. The second he pulls his helmet off, he’s already running his mouth. “You better fucking enjoy that, man,” he says, slapping my shoulder. “And don’t go too soft on her. She likes it rough, right? You know, if you need a hand, I’m always down to help… tag team it or something.” He winks, laughing like the twisted bastard he is.

I shake my head, smirking. “Nah, you’d only fuck it up and let her down.”

He lets out a mock gasp, holding his hand to his chest. “You wound me, Sebby! Fine, fine. But when she’s crawling back for more, just remember who offered to make it even more interesting.” He revs his bike before pulling away, still grinning like he’s just told the world’s dirtiest joke.

“Get the fuck outta here, Ty,” I call out, shaking my head, watching him ride off.

“Just don’t break her too soon!” he shouts over his shoulder, laughing as he disappears down the driveway.

Ty and I are so close, we’ve seen the worst parts of each other—shared women, secrets, and blood. But Lilith? She’s different. No one will ever see me fuck her. She’s mine, and I don’t share what belongs to me. I wave him off and head inside, immediately moving to gather everything I need. The first stop is my garage, where I swap out my bike for the car. I’ll need the trunk for what I’m about to do. Next, I head upstairs to my office, where I have a mask tucked away in one of the drawers — and everything else I need. It’s something special, something I had made just for nights like this—a mask that looks like shattered glass, splattered with blood. I know Lilith has a mask kink. I’ve seen the way she scrolls through TikTok, watching videos of men in masks, her lips parted in fascination. She thinks she’s being discreet, but I’m always watching. I know her better than she knows herself.

With everything in hand, I make my way back to her apartment. The drive is quick, but the anticipation makes every second drag. I’m practically vibrating with the thought of what’s about to happen. I can already picture her expression when she realizes I’ve taken her fantasy and twisted it into reality.

I park around the back, slipping into the shadows like I’ve done a thousand times before. The cameras give me the perfect view—there she is, sprawled out naked on her bed, the smut book she sent me a picture of lying abandoned beside her, an empty bottle of wine tilting precariously on the nightstand. She’s restless, shifting every few moments, probably pissed that I didn’t respond to her earlier message. It’s exactly how I want her—wound up and waiting.

I stand there, watching for a few more minutes, just taking her in. Her body looks soft, completely exposed to me, vulnerable in the way only she can be. Her skin is pale, untouched by the sun, a stark contrast to the mass of dark hair spilling across the pillow like ink. She’s small, fragile, but I know better now—she can handle more than I originally gave her credit for. She’s already proven that.

But it’s her eyes that always get me. Those deep, unnatural blue eyes that can look so innocent one second and so damn dangerous the next. They draw you in, like heaven calling you closer, but there’s a darkness lurking behind them—a darkness that matches mine, maybe even feeds off it.

I lick my lips as I watch her, the anticipation practically choking me. She has no idea I’m here, no clue what I’m about to do to her. The thought of her waking up, realizing her fantasy is about to come true, makes my cock harden instantly.

* * *

I slipped into the room silently, careful not to wake her just yet. Her breathing was steady, her body soft and sprawled across the bed, completely oblivious to what was coming. I stand over her, watching for a moment, savoring the sight of her before I make my move. Her dark hair is scattered over the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she sleeps—so peaceful. So unaware.

The first thing I do is slide the blindfold over her eyes, tightening it just enough to block out any chance of her seeing what’s happening. She stirs, a small sound escaping her lips, but she doesn’t wake. Not until I grab her wrists, twisting them behind her back, and bind them together with the rope I’ve brought.

That’s when she jerks, gasping as her body tenses. The scream that rises in her throat is silenced by my hand, covering her mouth before she can even make a sound. Her panic is instant, her body writhing against me, trying to break free. But I’m stronger, and she’s no match for the grip I have on her.

I shove the O-ring gag between her lips, forcing her mouth open as I secure it in place. She’s whimpering now, her body trembling in fear as she tries to make sense of what’s happening. But I don’t say a word. I let the silence hang between us, thick and heavy, watching her squirm, her mind racing, wondering who has her, what’s coming next.

I move my hand slowly down her body, tracing her curves, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingers. She’s so soft, so fragile, and completely at my mercy. I can feel her pulse racing beneath my touch, her breathing ragged as she tries to control her panic. But there’s no controlling this.

Her body arches slightly as my hand slides lower, down her stomach, grazing the inside of her thigh. She lets out a muffled moan through the gag, her body betraying her as her hips push toward my hand. She’s terrified, but I can feel the heat radiating from between her legs, the wetness already starting

I move slowly, savoring every second as I expose her to me. She squirms harder, her breathing coming in short, shallow gasps, but I ignore it. My fingers slide between her legs, finding her pussy slick and ready for me. She’s soaked, and she knows it.

Her body reacts instinctively, her hips moving against my hand as I press my fingers against her clit, teasing her with just enough pressure to make her writhe beneath me. I can feel her legs trembling, her breath catching in her throat as she fights against the sensations. But she’s already lost this battle.

I lean in close, my lips brushing against her neck, not saying a word as I watch her come undone beneath me. She’s panicking, desperate to know who’s touching her, but I don’t give her the satisfaction. I want her to feel it all, to experience the fear, the desire, the helplessness, without knowing who’s in control. It’s what she asked for, what she wanted.

And tonight, I’ll give her every bit of it.

I lift her into my arms, carrying her out of the apartment and placing her in the trunk of my car without saying a word. She’s still trying to struggle, but it’s no use. I close the trunk and climb into the driver’s seat, turning on the engine. The familiar beats of “Runrunrun” by Dutch Melrose fill the car, setting the perfect tone for the night ahead. I drive through the quiet streets, heading toward the woods surrounding my house.

In the trunk, I can hear her muffled breaths, sharp and erratic. She’s trembling, her body tensed with both fear and anticipation, and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. She’s scared, yes, but I know Lilith. I know that fear excites her just as much as it does me. Right now, as she squirms against the ropes binding her wrists and the gag keeping her silent, I know she’s dripping wet. The line between terror and desire has always blurred for her, and tonight, I’m going to push her past both.

The drive doesn’t take long, but it feels like an eternity, every second amplifying the tension between us. I pull off the road into a secluded clearing surrounded by thick trees. No one will find us out here. I own these woods, all one hundred and thirty-seven acres, but she doesn’t know that. She won’t know where we are. Not yet.

I cut the engine, and for a moment, the world is silent. Nothing but the faint rustle of the wind through the trees and the soft sound of her breathing from the trunk. My pulse quickens with anticipation as I step out of the car and make my way to the back. I pop open the trunk, and there she is—bound, gagged, and completely at my mercy. So fucking beautiful. Her body tenses when the cool night air hits her bare skin, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she realizes we’re about to start this game.

I lift her out of the trunk, setting her down on the forest floor. She stumbles, her bare feet slipping on the damp earth, but I catch her, pulling her back up before she can fall. Her body is trembling, every muscle tight with fear and excitement. She’s trying to make sense of what’s happening, of the darkness surrounding her and the fact that she can’t see a damn thing.

But that’s about to change.

I pull the mask from my bag, feeling the cold glass shards pressing into my skin as I slip it over my face. The blood splatters across the mask gleam under the pale moonlight, adding a twisted touch to the scene. I look down at her—still blindfolded, still trembling—and lean in close, my lips brushing against her ear.

“Lilith,” I whisper, my voice low and menacing. I watch as her body jolts at the sound of her name, her breathing becoming even more frantic. I reach up and, with one quick motion, rip off the blindfold.

Her eyes go wide when she sees me. The mask. The blood. The overwhelming darkness that surrounds us. She tries to scream, but the gag muffles her cries, turning them into soft, desperate whimpers. Drool drips down her chin, trailing across her bare chest as she looks up at me, helpless and exposed.

I stand there for a moment, savoring the sight of her. Her eyes are filled with panic, but there’s something else there too. Something darker, something that matches the fire burning inside me. She’s afraid, yes, but she’s also turned on. I can see it in the way her body responds, her nipples hard, the way her thighs press together despite the fear gripping her.

I step closer, my hand reaching out to trail my fingers down the side of her face. She flinches, but she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she shivers, her lips trembling against the gag as she tries to form words. I press a finger to her open lips, silencing her attempts, and then slide my hand down her throat, feeling her pulse racing beneath my palm.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper to her. My girl deserves to know how beautiful she is bound and gagged.

I reach into my pocket and pull out a knife, dragging the blade slowly across her cheek. “You better run for your life, Lilith,” I murmur, watching as her breath hitches in fear and excitement. “Because when I catch you, I fuck you. And I will catch you. I always do. I’m always one step ahead.”

Her body tenses, and for a moment, she hesitates. Then, without warning, she bolts. I let out a wicked laugh. She takes off into the woods, her feet barely making a sound as she runs. I watch her for a moment, admiring the way her body moves, so graceful yet frantic, desperate to escape.

But she won’t.

I slip the knife back into my pocket, adjusting the mask on my face. The thrill of the hunt surges through me, adrenaline pumping in my veins as I take my first step toward her. The sound of her breathing, the rapid beat of her heart, echoes in the stillness of the forest. She’s running, but it’s no use. She’s mine, and I always catch what’s mine.

I give her a few minutes, letting her think she’s getting away. Letting her think she has a chance. But I know these woods like the back of my hand. I know every path, every hiding spot. She doesn’t stand a chance.

The chase is on, and Lilith doesn’t even know how close I already am.

I hear her stumbling over branches, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pushes herself deeper into the woods. The night air is thick, the darkness wrapping around her like a shroud. Her footsteps falter, and I can hear her small, desperate noises, barely louder than the wind. She’s scared, and that fear is only turning her on more. I know it, and soon she will too.

I move through the woods with ease, my steps silent, calculated. I know exactly where she’s going. She doesn’t know these woods like I do—doesn’t realize she’s running straight into a dead end. She thinks she’s escaping, but she’s only falling deeper into my trap. Every twist, every turn she takes, I’ve planned for. Her desperation only fuels me, my every sense heightened with the thrill of the hunt.

As I get closer, I can hear her panting, her breaths uneven and panicked. She’s slowing down, exhaustion creeping into her steps, and I can almost taste the moment when I’ll catch her. My cock is already hard at the thought, straining against my jeans as I close the distance between us, each step building with the primal satisfaction of knowing she’s mine.

She doesn’t even realize I’m right behind her until it’s too late. The moment she senses me—her body freezing mid-step, the terror locking her in place—the small gasp that escapes her lips sends a jolt of heat straight through me, a predatory grin spreading across my face.

I lunge forward, grabbing her by the waist and yanking her back against me. She screams into the O-ring gag, her body thrashing wildly. Her skin is slick with sweat, her chest heaving as she struggles against me. But it’s no use. I have her now.

“Shhh,” I whisper in her ear, my voice low and menacing. “Didn’t I tell you I’d catch you? You should’ve run faster, darling.”

Her body stills for a moment, her eyes wide with fear and lust as she realizes there’s no escape. She’s trapped, completely at my mercy. I can feel her trembling in my arms, the fear palpable, but there’s something else too—something darker. She’s wet. I can feel the heat radiating off her, and I know she’s soaking for me, just like I knew she would be.

She’s sobbing now, her body battered and bloody from the branches that tore at her skin, from falling while running blindly through the woods. Tears streak down her face, mixing with the dirt and sweat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. She’s exhausted, completely worn down, but the way her hips shift against me tells me everything I need to know. She’s still aching for me, even through the pain, even through the terror.

I drag the knife across her thigh, just enough to make her gasp but not enough to break the skin. “You like this, don’t you?” I growl, my lips brushing against her ear. “You like being hunted. You like the fear. It makes you wet.”

She whimpers, her body tensing as I press the blade harder against her skin, trailing it up toward her waist, cutting her just deep enough to make her bleed but not seriously hurt her. I know she’s desperate for more, even if she won’t admit it. The way her hips are bucking against me, the way she’s trying to push herself closer—it’s all the proof I need.

I spin her around, shoving her up against a nearby tree. Her back arches, her hands still bound behind her, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. The moonlight filters through the trees, casting a pale glow on her face. Her eyes are wild, desperate, and there’s something else there—something that makes my cock throb even harder.

She wants this.

“Look at you,” I murmur, leaning in close, the broken glass of the mask brushing against her cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re scared.”

Her eyes are wide, pupils blown with raw desire as she stares up at me, helpless. There’s blood smeared across her mouth, from a branch hitting her face while she ran, but it’s not enough. I run my fingers over the fresh cut on her stomach, smearing more of the blood across her skin. Her lips part, the O-ring gag holding them wide, vulnerable. I drag my thumb over her mouth, painting her in her own blood. She looks perfect, like the wild, untamed thing she truly is.

Without a word, I shove her to her knees, her eyes never leaving mine as I undo my belt as I wrap it around her neck, keeping one hand on the loose end, letting me tighten it as I want. The mask stays on. I grip the back of her head with my free hand, forcing her closer as I fuck her mouth through the gag, her lips stretched wide around me, blood still fresh on her skin. The sounds of her choking on my cock echo through the woods, and it makes me even harder. Her body trembles as I push deeper, the wet gags making my pulse race.

“Fuckkkk, darling,” I groan, throwing my head back, lost in the raw, filthy pleasure of it. I thrust harder, feeling her choke and gag on me, until I cum down her throat. She gags around me, choking as snot and drool drip from her nose and mouth, running down her chin, but she doesn’t break.

I pull her up roughly, releasing the O-ring gag from her mouth with a swift motion. Her lips are swollen and red, slick with drool and blood. I lift my mask just enough and crash my mouth against hers, tasting her blood and the mess that’s smeared all over her face. The slick warmth of it covers my skin, but I don’t care. It only makes me want her more.

“Say it,” I command, my voice low and dangerous. “Tell me how much you fucking want this.”

Her lips tremble, and for a moment, I think she might try to deny it. But then she looks up at me, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want it. I want you.”

“Good girl,” I growl, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her head back. “Now, run.”

Her eyes widen in shock, but before she can even process my words, I shove her away from the tree. She stumbles, almost falling, but she catches herself at the last second, her body trembling with the rush of adrenaline.

I step back, giving her space. “I’m giving you one last chance, Lilith. Run. Run for your fucking life.”

She hesitates for a split second, her eyes darting between me and the dark forest. But then, with a wild scream, she takes off again, disappearing into the shadows.

I wait for a moment, letting her think she’s getting away, letting her believe she still has a chance. But I already know how this is going to end.

I’m going to catch her again. And when I do, I’m going to fuck her so hard she’ll never forget who she belongs to.

I move through the woods like a predator, my body thrumming with anticipation. I can hear her up ahead, stumbling through the underbrush, her breaths ragged and desperate. She’s scared. She should be. But I know that fear is turning her on just as much as it’s fueling her need to escape.

She doesn’t have long. I’m closing in, and I can already picture the moment when I grab her, the look on her face when she realizes it’s finally over.

The chase is thrilling, but the end will be even better.

I catch a glimpse of her up ahead, her dark hair flying behind her as she runs. She’s slowing down, exhaustion setting in. She knows she’s running out of time. The thrill of the hunt pulses through me, and I quicken my pace, closing the distance between us in seconds.

Before she can react, I grab her, my arms wrapping around her waist as I yank her back against me for the second time tonight. She screams, but it’s a scream of lust, not fear. I release her arms that were tied behind her back. Her body melts into mine, her chest heaving as I spin her around and slam her up against another tree, knowing the bark is rubbing her skin raw.

“See, darling?” I growl, pressing my body against hers, my cock hard and throbbing against her stomach. “I will always find you.”

She looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire, her lips trembling as she tries to catch her breath. “… please…”

“Please, what?” I murmur, my hand trailing down her body, sliding right to her beautiful cunt. She’s dripping wet, just like I knew she would be. “Tell me what you want, Lilith. Beg for it.”

“I… I want…”

I slide a finger inside her, making her gasp, her hips bucking against my hand. “What do you want, Lilith?” I growl, leaning in close, my lips brushing against her ear. “Tell me, or I’ll leave you here, tied up and wet, with no one to fuck you.”

“Fuck me,” she breathes, her voice shaking with desperation. “Please, , fuck me.”

I grin, pulling my fingers out of her and lifting her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, her body trembling as I press her back against the tree. With one hand, I quickly undo my belt and yank my pants down just enough to free my throbbing cock. It’s hard, painfully hard, and I don’t waste any time—I thrust into her, burying myself deep inside her tight, wet cunt.

She screams, her body arching against me, her nails digging into my shoulders as I fuck her harder and faster than I ever have, the way I know she needs. Her pussy clenches around me, and I can feel her already teetering on the edge, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I slam into her again and again. “Come for me. Let me feel how much you fucking need this.”

And she does. Her body convulses around me, her screams echoing through the trees as she comes hard, her pussy milking my cock as I fuck her relentlessly. I can feel her tears against my skin, mixing with the sweat and blood, and it only makes me harder, more desperate to claim her.

She’s mine. She’ll always be mine.

And I’ll make sure she never forgets it.