Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
“Darla,” Zeno warned, taking another step towards me.
I retreated one square, like a queen on a chess board planning her next move.
“I’m sure Shaun’s going to love it when I ride him the way you taught me—”
“Run.”
That one ragged command kicked my flight-and-fight response into gear.
I smirked, backing away faster now. “What are you going to do?”
“Catch you.” He dragged a palm over his open mouth, eyes glinting menacingly. “Then make you regret every word you just said.”
Zeno once told me the chase excited him.
And that was exactly what I would give him.
A chase with the chance to pin me down and remind us once more why we were fated.
Like a hunter cornering his prey, Zeno lurched for me.
I spun around and ran into the maze.
His pace was a brisk walk as he gave me a head start.
“Run, little angel. There’s nowhere for you to hide.”
Fast feet. Thundering heartbeat. Laboured breaths.
I raced inside the maze, forgetting my way but knowing it didn’t matter because my husband would catch me.
The air tinged with the beginning signs of rain and the sweet scent of flowers. Everything about our surroundings heightened my lust. The darkness. The howling wind. The wicked game we loved to play.
I could feel my husband nearing, his presence all-consuming.
My fingers danced over my pulse.
Alive.
So alive and exhilarated.
Goosebumps erupted over my skin and my pussy grew slick, fully prepared for his wrath.
When I arrived at a crossroad, I spun around to cast light on the shadows engulfing me. Then I dived for a passage to my right.
Rushing footsteps echoed and strong hands grabbed my waist, yanking me back.
The swiftness of the move robbed me of breath and we went down, free-falling, as Zeno took the brunt of the impact.
My lantern flew out of my hands and landed sideways on a grassy patch.
Zeno rolled us over so I was on my stomach. He pinned me down with all his strength. I grinned into the earth, euphoria spiking in my pulse.