I lunge. My hand coils in her hair, yanking her back into my chest with a gasp and a scream that turns into breathless laughter.
“Gotcha,” I growl in her ear, one arm wrapping tight around her waist.
“No! Where are you taking me? Which one of you is under there?” she squirms, laughing, trying to pry herself free. Teasing me.
I grab her face with one hand and force her to look at me.
I shake my head slowly, my message clear: be still.
She stills.
“Good girl,” I murmur through the voice changer, walking her deeper into the woods. “You’re listening so well for me.” I let the words purr against her ear. “How should I reward you?”
She smirks. That wicked little tilt of her lips drives the breath from my lungs.
“I’m not a good girl…” she whispers. “I want you to punish me.”
Before I can react, her hand snakes between us, grabs my cock through my joggers, andsqueezes.
“Fuck!” I hiss, almost dropping the voice modulator.
She bolts. Fast. Wild. Laughing as she disappears into the dark.
“Oh, you’re gonna regret that, you little sinner!” I roar after her, already sprinting. My body’s running on pure adrenalineand lust, every part of me aching to catch her, take her down, and show her exactly what she earned.
As I chase her, my thoughts race with her.
I want to ruin her in the kind of way that makes herthankme for it. I want her to know what it feels like to be seen, consumed, fucked so thoroughly that she forgets the name of every man who ever touched her before.
Because I’ll never be gentle.
Not with her.
I’m not asking for perfection.
I want the kind of love that tastes like blood and forgiveness, fire and fists, screaming matches and breathless orgasms against the wall. I want someone to choose meeven when I’m unlovable.
And I don’t know if Athens can give me that… But Ineedto find out.
“You’re motherfucking right I deserve it,” I growl.
She screams again in the distance, but it’s playful.
Teasing.
Shewantsto be caught.
I don’t know what monsters haunt her sleep, but tonight we’ve drowned them in darkness and desire.
And by the end of it?
She’ll remember who came for her in the night.
And she’ll beg me to do it again.
The night wraps around me like smoke, humid, wet, thick enough to taste. And somewhere in the trees, my little brat is limping through the dark, high off pleasure and adrenaline, drunk on the illusion of safety.
She thinks she’s safe.
