I tear out of the house like a beast, barely seeing what's before me. I make it to the shed, nearly tearing the door off its hinges as I yank it open. It bangs shut behind me and I bellow with frustration.

She wants me. I know she does. I can scent it on her like an animal. She’s wet, prepared to mate, and her moan called to something deep within me.

But she also fears me and she's right. She's fucking right to be scared. I’m a trained killer. I don’t need a weapon to do it. Only common decency stops me from using physical force to get what I want. And the wild lust she stirs within me threatens that slim sense of propriety, leaving it hanging from a very slender thread.

There’s a reason the mob wanted me on their team. It’s more than my skills and abilities. It’s my moral code, that line between right and wrong. Somewhere along the way, I lost it. I’ve never felt closer to taking exactly what I wanted, damn the consequences, than back there in the cabin.

My chest heaves as I look around the shed, searching for something I can smash or throw. My hands are empty, bereft, needing something to clutch. Like Olivia’s plush, virginal ass.

I have to close my eyes against the black urges rising up in me. I struggle to tamp them down, but it’s no use. My hand twitches, still warm from the spanking I gave. I can still feel her skin. She felt so right under my hand, like she belonged there.

Her pale trembling ass offered up to me, my hand holding her down, I could smell her arousal even before I felt it. At first her writhing and shaking had been fear, but then it had turned into something much more. It had stirred the animal in me. I hadn't just wanted to spank her. I'd wanted to tear into her, licking and sucking. I’d wanted to devour her and show no mercy, fucking her sweaty, skin slapping against skin, tying her up so I could have her any way, any time I wanted. And I wanted her every way, every hole, all the fucking time.

She's right. I am a monster. I have a young woman, frightened and alone, trapped in the middle of nowhere. Instead of trying to put her at ease and make her feel safe, I spanked her. Her ass, so pale, soft, and ripe, and those innocent white panties. I wanted to sink my teeth into her flesh for a bite.

God dammit. Over against the wall, my axe is hanging from a hook. I grab it and a metal file. The axe isn’t too dull, but sharpening it gives me something to do. I need to occupy my body and my mind. In this state, I’m dangerous.

I adjust my cock hammering against my jeans and pull on some work gloves. Pinning the handle to the workbench, I ruthlessly drag the file across the blade, vicious, relentless.

I can still hear Olivia’s cry, the sob of raw fear in her voice. Even as I focus on the file and the blade, I can still see the tears brimming in her eyes. She accused me of hurting her. She judged me and she hit the mark, because she’s right.

It reminds me of things I want to forget. The screams and cries of women trying to seek shelter during a bombing. Children sitting next to rubble, lost and alone, no one there to comfort them. Families cowering in terror as we conducted raids, searching for violent men who hid themselves amidst peaceful homes. I've done so much damage in my life.

Here I thought I was about to embark on a new chapter. I was going to leave everything behind in favor of a much more simple life. I had it all planned out. With enough supplies, the occasional deer or rabbit, plus ice fishing I figured I'd only have to head to the general store once a month. When spring came, I could plant and grow vegetables. I had enough money that I could live on my own for a couple years. Enough time to get my nerves to stop jangling. To get me to sleep through the night without waking up in a cold sweat.

With Olivia around, I'll get no peace. No rest. Now, I’m on a new battlefield, filled with hidden landmines.

But instead of cursing her, I want to close all distance between us. I want to head back into the cabin, take her into my arms and soothe her the best way I know how. I'd never let anything bad happen to her. I’ll keep her safe.

She’ll have a hard time believing that now that I’ve laid my hands on her.

But, Christ, the way she responded to me. I set the axe and file to the side, resting my gloved hands against the workbench. Head down, I groan, still feeling her body against mine. I can’t get the sight of her ass out of my head, those innocent panties, her tantalizing flesh rounding out the bottom. I’d positioned her right over my cock, and I could feel her heat through my jeans.

Then she’d moaned.

Fuck. With a groan, I take off my gloves and unzip my jeans. I can’t fight this anymore. My cock is hammering for release. I think I've been hard for days now, sleeping in the same bed with Olivia, feeling her cum on my fingers. Knowing she got turned on from my spanking is the last straw.

Mindlessly, I bring my hand to my shaft and start to pull, thrusting rhythmically. Closing my eyes, I can see her so clearly. The pink of her skin, warm and tender from my palm. The way she gyrated her hips, almost unconsciously, brushing her sweet pussy against my cock.

What if I hadn't stopped? What if she hadn't gotten away? I would have torn off her panties and forced those legs apart so I could see her wet, juicy pussy. I wanted to sink down and feast on it, make my pretty little virgin cum and cum again. I’d turn that sob into a cry of desperate need and pure pleasure.

Grunting, I work my thick cock as it grows even larger in my hand. Precum glazes my tip and I use it to make my shaft slick, imagining it’s her arousal that’s on me. I want to do a lot more than spank that ass. I want to play with it, holding my hand securely on her throat as I drive one of my thick fingers into her forbidden hole. I can hear her gasp, sense the struggle in her body that melts into need.

Pumping harder, faster, my balls ache, filled with my seed. I'm nearly blind with lust, fisting myself, picturing sinking into her. I could have taken her right there on the floor, pushing her into the wooden planks, forcing past her virginal barrier. I'll be her first and her last. I'll claim her and fuck her so hard and good she'll never even think of another man. I can picture her screaming out as I take her virgin pussy, stretching her, claiming her, making her mine forever.

Cum jets out of me, shooting onto my workbench in thick, milky ropes. My thighs shake I cum so hard. Panting, finally spent, I rest my hands on the table. This little, defenseless woman nearly brings me to my knees.

I clean up my workspace, not even feeling relieved. Zipping up my fly and buttoning my jeans, I swear I’m still hard. The burning flame of need still fires through me from within.

It’s not like me, not at all. I’d been a randy teenager, sure, but once I’d joined up I’d left that behind. I'd become a war machine, my body channeled into my duty. Sex became infrequent and almost mechanical over the passing years. I slept with women, but it was only a transaction, a mutual meeting of needs, over as soon as the act was finished.

Since I'd gotten out, I hadn't been with a woman. It wasn't of interest. That sure the hell changed overnight.

Maybe I’ll talk to Olivia about other places she could go to hide. I could try to disentangle myself. She might have a relative across the border, or somewhere far away like Florida or California. Big Rudy’s got long tentacles, but maybe not that long. If her father isn’t dicking him out of big money, he wouldn’t expend too much effort searching for Olivia.

But maybe Olivia’s father fucked up big time. Maybe Rudy won’t stop hunting her down until his goons get their hands on her.

That’s not going to happen. I won’t let it. She’ll stay here with me, off the grid. No one knows I own this place. I’ve never mentioned it to a living soul, not even my sister.

I’ll keep Olivia with me, where she’s safe. As long as I spend a lot of time in the woodshed. Or out hunting and fishing. Hell, there’s plenty I can do to keep me busy. I just have to stay away from her.