Page 56 of Not Another Dark Romance

“Sure thing. Come on, babe,” I agree, turning back to Zane.

“Climb on my back. Your feet have to be killing you. I can’t believe you didn’t stop to put your shoes on.”

I don’t even know where my shoes are. The basement, probably, but I’ll happily ride on his back and let him carry me home. My half-baked plans always work out so well for me. I’m a genius.

As soon as I climb on, Zane leads us away from the police officer, who turns and seems to head back to his car after he’s satisfied with us leaving the park.

The second we make a left turn off the main path, Zane’s dropping me.

“Noooo. I was really enjoying⁠—”

I don’t even get the rest of my sentence out before Zane steals the air from my lungs as he shoves my back into a tree and slams his lips on mine. There’s no warning, just the rough press of his body pinning me against the bark, exactly where I want to be.

I gasp, and he takes full advantage of it. His tongue slides against mine, and I stop thinking entirely because Zane is kissing me!

I escaped, and he’s kissing me!

I’ve imagined this moment more times than I’d ever admit… unless he asked. Actually, I might just tell him anyway because this is fucking incredible.

Zane’s tongue moves against mine as he deepens the kiss. His hands slide from my chest up to my chin, tilting my mouth up toward his. His lips are urgent, almost as if he expects someone to rip us apart from each other, for this to be our one and only kiss.

If I have anything to say about it, this is just the first of many. But as far as first kisses go, Zane shoving me against a tree to claim my mouth with his after chasing me through the woods is absolutely perfect, so I continue to kiss him back with everything I have.

I lose myself in how amazing this is. Zane’s kiss feels like so much more than him using me because of our situation. His tongue tangled with mine feels like he’s putting an entirely new claim on me, like he might finally be ready to admit he actually wants to be with me for real.

Could I actually be so lucky?

Eventually, he pulls his lips away from mine, and I want to protest, but then he’s scooping me up into his arms so my legs can wrap around his waist, tugging him closer, and our mouths crash together again. My dick is rock hard against his stomach from this moment mixed with the thrill of the chase and almost getting caught.

When he finally breaks the kiss, both of us are left panting, and he stares into my eyes, gaze flickering between them and my mouth like he’s searching for something.

“Why’d you do that, Mason? Why’d you run?” he asks, his voice breaking on the words. It’s a plea, and I realize for the first time just how much my fun and games must’ve hurt him since I obviously didn’t include him in my plan. Did he think I actually wanted to escape forever?

I smile apologetically. “I’ve had so much fun getting chased around the house, and I’ve seen the park from the bedroom window, so I thought it’d give us more opportunity to play. I also thought that the punishment would be so worth it. Don’t you think, Kidnap Daddy?”

He lets out a breath, head falling back for a second before he stares me in the eyes again. “You fucking terrified me. I thought my life was over. I thought you were looking for help, and I’d be in that man’s police car going to jail right now. I thought you were going to tell me you were done with me.”

Shit, I definitely hadn’t thought this through. I’ve told him countless times that I don’t want to go, but I guess I can understand why it would be difficult to believe me when I haven’t really had any opportunity to prove it to him.

“No, of course not. I told you I wouldn’t turn you in or leave. I hope you know I mean it now. I like you too much, like our dynamic and spending time together outside of the sex stuff too. I’m exactly where I want to be, Zane.”

Instead of answering with words, he’s pressing his lips to mine again as my ankles tighten around his back to pull him closer. He really seemed so scared, and I hate that I made him panic so much. When I woke up and noticed Piet wasn’t in the room, I knew he must’ve been home. It was more impulsive than anything. The idea hit me, and I ran with it, literally. Selfishly only thinking it’d be fun for me without considering the fear for Zane.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, letting out another deep breath. His grip on me tightens almost painfully, and when he opens his eyes, the panic has been replaced with a darkness full of wicked promises. My body quakes in his hold as anticipation builds and my cock twitches.

“Well, Pet, I think it’s time to get you back where you belong. Running away from your owner is very, very naughty and it deserves a thorough punishment.”

Fuck yes, it does. I let go of him, and my body goes pliant in his arms as I expect to drop down and walk home, but he doesn’t let go. “Whoa, whoa. Hang on, I need to carry you home. Can’t have you walking back with no shoes on you, Little Psycho. It’s insane you ran out here barefoot in the first place. So unsafe.”

“I saw my opportunity and didn’t want to waste it going into the basement to find my shoes,” I admit. “And I love the fuzzy hot pink slippers you got for me too much to have worn those outside.”

“Slide around to my back, and I’ll carry you. Just need to set you down for a second,” he instructs. My feet touch the ground, and Zane is spinning, dropping lower so I can jump on his back. When he lifts up to a standing position, I wrap my legs around his waist and settle in on his back. I fucking love this, him literally carrying me home, protecting me so I don’t hurt my feet anymore.

“Can you feel my erection digging into your back?” I ask him in a teasing tone, knowing I’m going to torture him with that question.

“Yes, and I’m trying not to think about it so I don’t throw you off my back and fuck you in this park. I already avoided arrest charges once tonight; I’m not trying to tempt fate twice.”

I burst out laughing. One of my favorite things about Zane is how things can be so hot, so intense, and yet so playful. The power dynamic only exists when we both want it. “But that’s exactly what I’d hoped for. It is one of my fantasies, as you know.”