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You sat at the bar, staring off into space, only semi-watching the condensation dripping down your glass. Bars weren’t really your scene; you didn’t even drink, but it was the only thing open at this hour. Small towns don’t exactly cater to the needs of night owls in terms of places to go. That was alright with you though. You’d get a drink and maybe a snack, then head on home. As you thought about what you’d do when you got home - I’ll probably go for a walk - a man sat down next to you at the bar. You rolled your eyes as you turned to look at him. You weren’t looking for attention, especially not from anyone in here. He chuckled a little before he spoke. “Oh, come on, I’m not that bad.”
“Mhm?” You raised an eyebrow. You took in his appearance: lightly tanned skin, dirty work clothes with a flannel on top, and light brown hair. If you looked close enough, you could see an odd little shine in his eyes.
“I just wanted to pay for your drink. That’s all.”
“And you are?…” You had seen him around town on occasion but never paid him much mind.
“*his/name*,” he said, reaching out for a handshake. “And you?” You accepted his handshake and introduced yourself. “I’m y/n.”
“Well, y/n, it’s nice to be formally introduced.” He subtly waved down the bartender. He handed over some cash. “For the lady’s drink,” he said. The bartender accepted with a nod. He turned his focus back to you. His eyes sank a little deeper into yours as he smiled. “Always a good night when I get to buy a pretty lady a drink.”
“And you do that often?”
“No,” he shook his head and laughed with you. “No, I don’t. Just tonight.” He winked. The lines were stupid and goofy sounding, but the flattery was still working its way through to you a little.
“Okay, I’ll bite then-” you started.
“Be my guest,” he interjected with a grin. Your eyes widened and you laughed a little. He’s a trip. You continued the conversation for a while; it flowed easier as time passed. Despite the awkward start, the both of you were enjoying yourselves. He was just the right amount of flirty without being overbearing. So when the time came to leave and he offered for you to come with him, you accepted.
“Just for a little while; I won’t stay all night though,” you said.
“Fine by me, darlin’,” he replied.
You followed him out to his truck. Ever the gentleman and comedian, he dramatically opened your door for you. You laughed and hopped in the passenger seat. He started driving out of town, and as the lights faded out behind you, he pulled you closer. You sat in the middle of the bench seat with his arm around you. He’s so warm…and fuck, he smells good. This is gonna be trouble. The drive was pleasant. The windows were rolled down and the radio quietly played a staticky country station. When you finally reached the cabin, he pulled up out front and parked the truck. The radio and lights shut off simultaneously as he turned and removed the key. He made his way around to your side of the truck, again opening the door for you. This time, though, as you turned to slide out of the truck, he stopped you. He stepped to stand between your legs. You paused, surprised. He leaned down so you were face to face. In the cool, fall air you could feel his heat, and the slight scent of wintergreen dip wafted over you. The leaves rustled about with the breeze, but you were frozen. He took the initiative and moved in. You obliged, letting a simple kiss land on your lips, which you ever so gently returned. He pulled back and grinned. “Let’s get you inside,” he said. You nodded and took his offered hand as he helped you out of the truck. The cabin was simple and cozy looking. A warm light glowed from behind the windows. He opened the front door and ushered you inside. You stepped in, removing your jacket. He closed the door behind him. When you turned around to hang your coat, he took it from your hand and tossed it aside. He closed the distance, taking your face in his hands. You caught a quick flash of lust in his eyes as he looked down at you. He kissed you again. This time you melted under him, returning his kisses even as they grew in intensity. His tongue parted your lips and played against yours. You moaned against him and reached up, lacing your fingers into the long part of his hair behind his head. He stopped just long enough to catch his breath. You stood, still looking up at him expectantly.
“Fuck,” he huffed out through gritted teeth. He snatched you up, lifting you and pinning you against the door. You wrapped your legs around his waist. His slim build was easily enveloped between your thick thighs, but to him, that was just more to grab. He sunk his fingers into your thighs as he ravaged you again. You let your head fall back against the door, exposing yourself to him further. He gave a small growl as he bit into your neck. A whimper parted your lips, which only enticed him further.
He carried you to the couch, tossing you down roughly before positioning himself over you. He reached his hand down between the two of you, starting to fumble with your belt buckle. You pulled his hand back. “I think we’ve gone far enough for tonight,” you said with a small smile. He leaned back, resting on his heels with a sigh. “You sure darlin’? I mean, we’ve come this far, haven’t we?” He smirked, hoping his charm would pull you into taking things further. “Yes, I’m sure,” you said. “So as much as I’d like to continue,” you reached up and ran a teasing finger along his waistband, “I really ought to be going.” He pulled in a sharp breath at your touch. He leaned down close to your ear then. His voice dropped to a sinister whisper. “I don’t think you understand. I wasn’t really asking.” He shoved his hand down to your belt again. “I’ve gone out of my way to get you, and now I’m gonna have you.” You pushed him back as hard as you could. “Get the fuck off me! Get off!” You yelled. It took a moment, but you were able to get out from under him. You ran towards the door. He snatched your arm just before you reached it, pulling you back hard. You gave him a hook to the mouth. He stumbled back, covering it with his hand. “Bitch!” He spat as blood began to pool in his mouth. This gave you the few seconds needed to unlatch and open the door. Flinging the door open, you sprinted out into the woods. You took a quick glance over your shoulder; he was standing there on the porch still. He wasn’t going to chase you down; that was a waste of energy. This was his land, so he knew it best; he would track you and hunt you like the prey you were to him.