God, I’m a mess, a pathetic heap of womanhood who still desires a man who lies and deceives as easily as he cuts through his meat at the dinner table. Effortlessly.
The sudden silence has me holding my breath, listening. His footsteps are gone. Silent. I can’t hear anything other than my heartbeat pulsing between my ears.
There’s that touch of awareness licking the back of my neck again. It’s him. He sees me. I can feel his heated gaze burning my skin.
I don’t think. I don’t analyze my odds of escaping.
I run.
Snow falls from the waiting branches, some landing on my collar and slipping inside my jacket. I gasp from the ice against my heated flesh but don’t stop running. I can’t. I don’t want to. Yet I don’t want to escape either. Not anymore. I want him to catch me, but also, I don’t. It’s a thrill I’ve never felt before—a charge of energy that runs rampant through my bones and down my core. It fuels me to run faster, to make sure I’m a prey worth hunting.
I weave through the trees and out into the open where snow hardly touches the well-manicured lawns of the estate. For a moment, I’m disoriented as I look in every direction, unsure where to go. The stars are visible here, glinting against the black night.
A strong arm grabs my waist, and I yelp as I’m pulled down to the ground, my knees scraping against the grass.
“Let me go!” I thrash against his hold, but it’s a futile attempt, and he easily clamps my arms above my head, his weight pinning me down.
Sapphire eyes burn with fiery excitement, specks of snow clinging to his dark hair creating a stark contrast against the backdrop of the night sky.
He flexes his hips, grinding his hard length against my thigh, his stare slipping to the nape of my neck. “You can’t get away from me, stray.”
“You planned this,” I grit out between clenched teeth.
“Of course I did.” He leans down, brushing his wet lips across my jaw. “You and I both know this is the shit we live for. The adrenaline. The rush. The fucking hunt that lets us unravel.”
My body quivers beneath him, and he moves, settling between my legs.
“I knew you’d run,” he rasps, tracing the tip of his tongue down my neck to the hollow below my throat. “I knew you’d let me chase you.”
“You’re a sick bastard.”
“Yet your body wants me anyway.” He grips my wrists in one hand and reaches down, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock, dragging the velvet tip against my inner thigh before yanking my nightdress up my waist.
“Don’t,” I warn, but there’s zero conviction in my tone—and he hears it, his only response a sly grin that carries promises of sin.
“I’m serious, Alexius. Don’t you fucking touch me.” I try to break free from his grip, writhing beneath him, when he pulls my panties to the side and slips a finger inside me, the sensation causing me to arch my back and moan loudly.
“There she is.” He smirks, gazing down at me. “My filthy little slut whose cunt is always wet for her bastard husband’s cock.”
“Fuck you.”
“In a minute.”
Arrogant asshole.
His thumb finds my clit, and my pussy clenches around his finger. “You can run to the ends of the Earth, and I’ll still find you.” He leans down, brushing his lips along mine as he pushes a second finger into me, and my eyes roll closed. “Your body wants me, stray. And you’re wasting your time trying to fight it.”
“I can still try.”
“Oh, I’m counting on it. Fighting me makes your pussy taste so much sweeter.” He adds pressure on my clit, drawing circles, moving his fingers inside me, forcing my body into submission. “God, you’re beautiful like this. Ready and craving my cock.”
“Are you going to talk me to death or fuck me?” I challenge, bucking my hips, taking his fingers deeper.
A low growl vibrates up his throat, and he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving my pussy empty and needy, before driving into me with a sharp, hard thrust. I cry out, arching my back, the pressure between my legs both a punishment and pleasure.
“Am I giving you what you want, stray?” He’s breathless and fucking me hard with short, quick thrusts, hitting me deeply every time. “Is that greedy little pussy of yours happy now that I’m inside you?”
“Not even a little.” It’s a lie. But this is a game. One he started.