Oh my god. I jolt up from my desk. My phone clatters to the floor as I stare wide-eyed at the device. My heart is beating out of my chest, and my ears are thrumming in response. My eyes dark around like he can see me, which is insane. He obviously can’t, but holy shit. That was insanely accurate.
Inhaling and exhaling a few times, I bend down and pick up my phone, and read his second message.
KillerClown4u: Don’t panic, Sweetling. It was on your profile.
Fuck, of course, it was. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins so quickly my fight or flight responses are tugging at my limbs, and his response is doing little to settle that. I know he’s right. Logically, I know that, butdamn. I feel…I feel seen. He gets me, and he’s not judging. The way he’s talking, he’s probably turned on.Duh, Ray. You met on a site for kinky freaks. He’s just like you.
FoxBabe20: Yes.
KillerClown4u: Yes, what? Say it.
FoxBabe20: I get wet just thinking about those things. About being chased and forced.
Be honest.
FoxBabe20: I want it so bad.
KillerClown4u: So do I, Little Fox. Will you let me play with you? Hunt you down and fuck you till you can’t walk?
Yes. Yes, please. God yes.
Shit. This is getting out of hand. I want that, of course, I do, but he’s missing the whole purpose of this game. More than that, he’s taking control of the situation, and while I want that, I alsoneedto know him first. At least a little. With all the regret in the world, I type the words that will pump the breaks on this rapidly shifting conversation, despite my throbbing core’s protests.
FoxBabe20: You seem to like rules. I have some of my own.
KillerClown4u: Go on…
FoxBabe20: I want to be afraid, and I want to be taken when I’m not expecting it, but I need to know you. To trust you. I can’t do this without that. I’m sorry.
With bated breath, I wait for him to tell me to fuck off. After weeks, the only piece of information I’ll ever know about the man who’s consumed my thoughts and dreams will have been his name. Maybe it’s not too late to take it back. Maybe…
KillerClown4u: Never apologize for what you need, Little Fox. I accept your terms with a caveat. You have until October 1stto get to know me, and then you’re mine.
FoxBabe20: Yours?
KillerClown4u: Yes. So we’re not getting our signals crossed, let me clarify that for you. By mine, I mean mine to play with, fuck, torment, hunt, and ruin because, make no mistake, once you let me in I won’t let go until you’re well and truly destroyed. But I promise to make sure you’ll love every fucking second of it. Deal?
I have no idea what’s wrong with me. What happened to me and my brain to make me answer the way that I do? Without thought of the repercussions, barely heading his warning or considering his words. Honestly? I don’t know.
But within seconds, my fingers are flying over the keyboard as my body fills with a heady cocktail of emotions, the main ones beingelation and arousal.
FoxBabe20: Deal.
KillerClown4u: Does this mean what I think it does? Are you giving me your consent, Little Fox?
FoxBabe20: Yes.
Pretty sure I just made a deal with the Devil.
Chapter Eleven
Yes.
What and the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me? I reread her reply for the hundredth time, willing the answer to change. Willing her to tell me to get fucked and to end this thing because clearly, I can’t. I don’t understand how it’s happened so quickly, but I’m obsessed with Rayvn Porter. I’ve only known of her existence for a short time, yet, it’s as though I’m linked to her. I have this all-consuming need to watch her, smell her, touch her,consume her.
It's irrational, basically psychopathic behavior, but I can’t stop.
I’ve tried. Fuck, I’ve tried. At first, it started with basic recon. Knowing she’s as high profile and well-connected as she is, I told myself I was just doing a deeper background check than usual to be safe. To make sure nothing could get tied back to me. I may do duplicitous and illegal shit, but I’m always profoundly careful about my tactics. I never go too far, too public, or too extreme. I hide in the shadows, both online and in the real world.