Free A Beautiful Prison by Jenika Snow

the tears still came, fast, hard, and salty hot. Her vision blurred, and her breath came out of her in hard, frantic pants. All she could think about was escape, and about finding someone that might be able to help her. She had to have hope that there was something for her out there, and that there was someone that could empathize with her and save her life.
    The sound of his feet crunching right behind her had Ruby moving faster, but she tripped over the tangle of fallen branches, losing one of her shoes in the process. She glanced over her shoulder again, and a scream left her when she saw how close he was. He only wore his suit slacks, and although his feet were also bare, as was his chest, he was moving swiftly toward her with a dark, determined expression on his face. He was mad, livid, and she could feel those emotions come from him like a whip along her tender flesh. Despite her fear, and of the horrifying images of what he would do when he caught her, a warm gush of moisture left her pussy. That had her screaming out and crying harder. This was a race for her life and sanity, a time when arousal should have been the furthest thing from her mind, yet she was getting turned on by him chasing her.
    She stumbled forward again and lost her other shoe, but she pressed on. Her feet hurt something fierce since she no longer had the protection of her shoes, and her arms burned from the thin, almost razor-sharp branches that surrounded her. But for as fast and hard as she was trying to escape, she knew she wouldn’t.
    She felt the presence of his big body right behind her, and swore she felt the humid heat of his breath on the nape of her neck. Ruby screamed and kicked out when he wrapped an arm around her middle and hauled her right off her feet. She thrashed and cursed, trying in vain to get out of his ironclad hold, but it was no use.
    “Calm down, Ruby. All you’re doing is tiring yourself out.” The rage in his voice was barely suppressed, and she shook harder.
    “Fuck you.” She thrashed some more. “Fuck you and your sick, demented mind.” He had his other arm around her chest and she lowered her head and sunk her teeth in his forearm. He cursed and gripped her chin in a painful hold.
    “You’re a young lady, and should watch your fucking mouth.”
    He turned her around and stared at her with eyes that looked so damn frightening she closed her mouth and felt her eyes widen. He let go of her chin, lifted her up, and had her thrown over his shoulder in a matter of seconds.
    “You’re sick, you bastard.” Ruby pounded on his back and kicked at his chest. He suddenly stopped, and the jarring motion had her stopping as well, surprise and fear filling her. Keeping her over his shoulder, he lifted her dress over her ass. A gasp left her as the wind picked up and caused goose bumps to form on her exposed flesh. Before she could scream or struggle he brought his palm right down on one of her bare cheeks. A soundless cry left her at the sting he inflicted, because that had not been a gentle spank. It had been full of force, full of his anger, and clearly punishment for her running. He brought his palm down once more, this time just as hard as the last. She didn’t hold in her scream this time.
    “You’ll be calm, or I’ll have no fucking problem in throwing you on the ground right here and taking your virginity in the dirt like some kind of animal.” He didn’t say anything else for several seconds, and she knew it was because he wanted her to really think about what he had just said. Although she had seen him lose his temper earlier, he had spoken now in such a calm and collected manner—despite the profanity—that it was far scarier than any time before. “Do you understand me, Princess?” Ruby couldn’t talk, couldn’t even breathe as her flesh grew red hot from his palm and a tingling became almost too much too handle between her thighs, but she nodded because she didn’t want to be hit again. “I can