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“Angel, I’d give a million for each dirty thought that just played out in your mind. I’m going to fulfill every wish and more tonight.”

Our bodies are so close, I can feel the heat emanating off him.

“Yes, please,” I breathe out, wanting him to touch me.

“Tonight, you’re mine to do with as I please. There’s no one to help you,” he says, reaching out to massage my breast, and my body shivers at his touch. “No one to hear you.”

He looks out at the dotted landscape of lights, and my gaze follows, seeing the faraway glows that serve only as a reminder of neighbors and their distance. He rolls my nipple through my bra, and my body squirms.

“What are you going to do to me?” My voice is wanton and raspy.

I want him to tell me every lurid, racy detail.

Luca fists my hair, pulling my head sideways to make room to devour my neck.

“Whatever the fuck I want, because there’s no one to stop me.”

My chest is heaving, my center drenched at his sinful threats. He knows exactly what I want. It’s the act of being caught, handled, coerced until I submit that makes me wild. I want him to be rough; I want to feel his force.

“What do you say? What’s your word?” he hums into my neck with a tight grip on my hair.

“No,” I moan out, intoxicated by the feeling, knowing I’ll never say it, because I want this.

Luca releases me, and I’m suddenly cold.

He steps back away from me, and the look on his face is pure, primal ferocity. He reaches a hand over his shoulder and grabs the black T-shirt he’s wearing and drags it over his head. He stands shirtless, menacing and mine. Willing to hunt me down and fuck me raw.

We stare each other down, enveloped by the silence and the dark.

“Run!” he hisses, and I break.

My feet carry me down the deck stairs and across the grass. The night air whips my hair around as I run as fast as I can. It’s the strangest mix of emotions to want to be caught, and not, all at the same time.

Luca’s voice roars, “Here I come, Angel.”

He sounds like a proper villain, one with a singular mission: to make me beg for forgiveness. I run toward the darkest part of the yard, finding a large tree to hide behind. I can’t stay here, but I’m hoping to buy some time.

There’s a buzz vibrating through my body. My breath comes out rapidly.

Holy shit, this is the dirtiest game of hide and go seek I’ve ever played.It’s more like hide and get fucked.A laugh escapes my lips as the thought appears, and I clasp my hand over my mouth to keep from giving myself away.

Luca’s voice carries out over the yard.

“You’re the worst at this, beautiful. You think that tree is going to keep you safe? Maybe I’ll tie you to it while I fuck that pretty little cunt.”

Luca’s pleasure over his own idea seeps into the words. I hear his belt crack.Oh shit.He’s going to use it to tie me up.

I can hear him getting closer; his steps are heavy and purposeful. But I can barely see anything around me.

My fingers dig into the hard bark on the tree as I peek out, squinting as I try to make out if I’m seeing a door or not. I remember seeing one when he took me on a tour. It must be the door on the side of the house that leads into the garage.

I take a deep breath and push off the tree, running toward the door, willing my feet to move faster.

Luca whistles.

“Come here!” His voice is demanding, and his quick steps gain on me.

My body tenses, anticipating getting caught, but his fingers only brush against my skin in the darkness.