Page 73 of Not Another Dark Romance

I scan the forest ahead to make sure he hasn’t gone off in another direction and smile when I catch the flash of bright pink weaving through the trees. He isn’t too far ahead of me, so I maintain my pace, in no hurry to catch him yet as I jog through the woods.

“Come out, come out wherever you are.”

His ragged breathing gets louder as I close in on him. He’s trying to be quiet, but the panic is setting in and making him clumsy. I slow my pace, savoring the hunt. There’s no rush—the night is young, and the woods are huge.

“Getting tired already, Sweetness?” I call out, my voice carrying through the trees. “I can hear you breathing. Your heart’s beating so fast I can practically feel it from here.”

He turns to look over his shoulder at me as he runs away—big mistake. He trips over something and goes down with a soft grunt. His slutty little shorts ride up, giving me the perfect view of his ass as he falls, and my dick stirs at the thought of taking him out here in the wild like this. He scrambles back up, likely embarrassed but with adrenaline coursing through him, and changes direction.

I laugh bitterly for a moment before saying into the surrounding forest, “That ass is mine.”

“No,” he shouts as he continues to run, and I follow, chasing him.

The longer this goes on, the less it feels like a game, and the more I give in to the primal side of my instincts. I’m a hunter, and he’s my prey. It should feel wrong, sick, twisted, but there’s no denying how much it’s turning me on as my dick swells. Especially knowing Mason revels in it, too. He enjoys the monster he brought out in me. He’s running for the thrill of it, the promise of what’ll happen when I catch him. Not out of terror. He wants this as much as I do, and that knowledge is a high more potent than anything I’ve ever known.

Every twig snapping and heavy breath I hear from Mason only fills me with more lust. He’s bobbing, trying to be clever as he zig-zags through the woods and hides behind trees. I could easily catch up at any second, have him pinned, helpless, and screaming. Knowing that is intoxicating.

“Getting tired, counselor?” I call out. “The woods are a big place for you to be lost all by yourself. So helpless and alone with no one to save you from your fate.”

He ducks behind another tree, likely trying to catch his breath, and I use it as a break too because I know exactly what tree he’s behind. I wait patiently for him to move. He steps out and turns to me, eyes locked on my mask.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he calls out. “You’ve been stalking me for weeks, and now you’re just going to stand there?”

The challenge in his tone is surprisingly hot. He’s taunting me, fighting back, asking for more, and if that isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Fuck. The last of my self-control snaps. I’m done dragging this game out.

I’m coming for him.

I take off running right toward him. His eyes go wide, and he turns, trying to run away again, but it’s no use. He looks over his shoulder again and gasps at how close we are. He knows this is it. He knows I’m going to catch him and he’s going to be mine.

I’m on him in an instant. My hand wraps around his arm as my body slams him to the ground. He cries out a sharp, delicious sound that goes straight to my dick.

“Caught you, Sweetness,” I growl, my mask pressed against his ear. I’m already grinding against his smaller frame, letting him feel exactly what he does to me. “Your playtime is over. Now it’s time for my fun.”

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“No, let me go!” I cry out, fighting back as his large, muscular frame holds me in place on the dirty, cold, wet earth. My heart is beating wildly as adrenaline courses through me, and every nerve in my body feels like a live wire. I squirm, aware of every point of contact between us as I attempt to wriggle free from his hold, but it’s no use. He’s so much bigger than I am, stronger.

Fuck, this is so hot. He’s so hot. I haven’t even seen his face behind the mask, but his shirt has ridden up. I feel his defined abs as I move against him, and damn it, it’s all making me so fucking hard. Every frantic movement of my body against his has me rubbing against his obvious erection, and he feels huge.

“Let you go?” he taunts, laughing harshly behind the mask. “I don’t think so, counselor. I’m going to make you mine.”

His claim should sound like a threat, but my fucked-up mind twists it into a promise. I shouldn’t be enjoying this like I am, shouldn’t be wondering what he looks like behind the mask, what the rest of his body looks like. What his dick would feel like inside of me.

It shouldn’t matter how insanely sexy this stranger is or how horny I am. I’m in danger right now, and I need to escape his hold on me.

“No, don’t!” I shout, and even I can hear the need laced in with my terror.

“Don’t what?” He leans down, his weight pressing my chest and stomach into the damp earth even more. “Don’t touch you? Taste you? Fuck you right here on the forest floor until you’re screaming for more?”

I can’t help but whimper at the visual.

“See, don’t pretend like you don’t love this. You saw me watching you. You wanted my attention. Well, now you have it. Don’t pretend like you haven’t been waiting for me to claim you like this and make you mine.” Suddenly, he’s ripping down my tight red shorts, revealing the jock underneath.

“No, get off of me!” I shout as he plays with the strap, pulling it back before letting it snap against my skin.

“You even wore this pretty jock for me, didn’t you, Sweetness? You wanted to give me direct access right to your hole.”

I groan, because yeah, maybe I did hope that I’d be showing someone what was hiding underneath my shorts tonight, but I didn’t mean like this. I continue to fight against his hold, attempting to break free. But my dick is aching, distracting me from my efforts, and they’re weaker now. All I can really think about is how good his cock feels rubbing against my ass. I’m not even in control anymore. My hips are arching up against his in a desperate move that’s betraying my true feelings as I hump the ground.