Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
My chest burns with the need to touch her, but I’m going to take my time. Her next move is easy to anticipate, and as she flies out of the building and straight out onto the street, I follow right behind her.
She looks back over her shoulder with fear, trying to keep an eye on me as she races across the road and into Central Park. A wide grin stretches across my face. I love how fucking predictable she is. Instead of running into the busy New York streets and screaming for help, she races into the bushes, the only place we will truly be alone in the city that never sleeps.
She wants this just as much as I do, only she doesn’t realize it yet. I’m more than happy to show her though.
Kyah wants to love me, she wants to see me as the charming, lovable guy who moved in next door, and she doesn’t want to believe what she already knows. She’s struggling to separate the two, but I hope she knows deep down that I couldn’t hurt her. Maybe at first, all I thought about was how sweet it would feel to end her life, but now, all I want is to protect it. But that doesn’t mean the games have to stop. Hell, what’s life without psychological mind games and kinky fuckery?
She’ll figure it out soon enough, and there will come a time when she’ll be begging for me to chase her through the woods in nothing but a mask. Until then, I’m going to enjoy showing her just how much fun this can be.
Kyah runs deeper into the park, and I follow her every step, barely able to keep myself from coming in my pants. When she deviates from the path and shoots into the trees, my excitement almost brings me to my fucking knees.
“You can’t escape me, Kyah,” I growl, listening to the sound of the fallen twigs and leaves breaking under her feet. “There’s nowhere you can go where I won’t find you.”
She darts behind the thick trunk of a tree, and the sound of her heavy panting is like a fucking beacon drawing me in. I step around trees and push through the smaller bushes. I’m in heavy boots, but Kyah’s got no shoes at all, and I can only imagine the cuts along the soles of her feet. Not to mention the scrapes and gashes that are no doubt decorating her creamy thighs. But it’s fine, it only adds to the excitement of the adventure.
God, I love a fucking adventure.
Slowing my pace, I creep through the thick trees, listening to every sound of the night, loving how the trees seem to block out the noise of the busy street, making it easier to focus on my girl. Her panting gets louder, and she shoots forward again, the subtle glow from the moonlight illuminating her just perfectly as she darts through the trees. I break to the right, following her like a hound in the night.
When I told her she couldn’t escape me, I meant every fucking word.
Kyah runs herself into a corner, but the trees are too cramped to slip between. Her only choice is to turn back, but I’m already there, and as she turns and comes face-to-face with me, she whimpers, backing up against the trunk of a massive tree. “Please,” she begs, her eyes wide as she quickly scans over me, taking in the mask, my bare chest, and then sinking her gaze even lower and seeing just how ready I am for her.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes shooting right back to mine, and in a second of insanity, she breaks into a sprint. She darts to my left, but my arm shoots out, catching her around the throat and throwing her right back against the tree. “Now why would you go and try something stupid like that?” I growl, pinning her to the tree as we both strain to catch our breath.
She’s terrified now, but she’s also worked up, and as I grind my cock into her, she whimpers again, confused by her own emotions.
My fingers tighten around her throat, and as the tree scratches up her back, the subtle moan that slips from her lips is music to my fucking ears. This is usually the time when I would end her life, feeling the electrifying thrum of her pulse in the base of her throat, but there’s nothing usual about this. Nothing usual about her.
I don’t know how she managed to do it, but over the past two-ish months, the axis of my world has shifted, and suddenly it doesn’t revolve around my own needs anymore. It revolves around hers.
I lean into her, watching how her sharp gaze tracks my every movement. My other hand comes down on her thigh, and I slowly drag it back up to her waist, goosebumps spreading over her skin. My head tilts down toward the curve of her neck, and I breathe her in, so fucking addicted to the sweet scent. “Look at you, baby,” I murmur. “See how you come alive for me?”