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@DarkRomanceLover:

"I need a paper bag to breathe into. Selene Dusk just served us the ultimate REVERSE TROPE. She took the classic golden retriever cowboy (Ron Willers) and turned him into the Lord of the Underworld. AND HE GOT ON HIS KNEES TO EAT THE POMEGRANATE OUT OF HER HAND. I GOT PREGNANT JUST WATCHING IT. 🤰🏻😭"

@ReaderGirl_Selene:

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"Well, I'm definitely available for the cover. When are we signing the contract, Queen of Darkness? @SeleneDusk_Official 👑😉"

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37

I'm Coming to Get You.

Ron

"Here's how the challenge is going to go."

Selene's voice is a dark velvet whisper slipping straight against my earlobe. "You're going to catch me first, and then... you're going to fuck my mouth while still wearing that mask."

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My brain suffers a fatal crash, resetting instantly. I grab her hips with both hands, squeezing instinctively, and lean over her, trapping her with my gaze.

"And how the hell do you expect me to run after you with the erection you just gave me?"

Selene parts her lips and chuckles. A low, wet sound, dripping with pure mischief and the absolute awareness of the power she holds over me.

Cheeky, wonderful little brat.

She's learned how to play with fire, and judging by the spark shining in her eyes, she fucking loves burning with me.

I pull away from her with a titanic effort of will, running a hand over my face to try and scrape back a shred of clarity.

We're in the final stretch. We're about to face the last, decisive challenge of the reality show. If I stop to think about it, I feel a strange knot in my stomach. I'm running on adrenaline, hyped up beyond belief, but there's also a veil of sadness tightening my chest at the thought that all this is about to end.

It has been an incredible experience.

The group has drastically thinned out. Emma and Levi, unfortunately, were eliminated after the Ball of the Damned challenge. Carolina and the twins left us last week, disqualified during the locally-sourced Horror Kitchen challenge.

Which means only one thing: the only ones left in the game are the two of us, and Melusine and Lucien.

Assuming those two don't kill each other before the starting whistle. They are particularly furious with each other today. They aren't speaking, just shooting each other murderous glares, and something tells me that, because of that, they're going to be fantastic, ruthless opponents in today's challenge.

The final game is called I'm Coming to Get You.

The concept is simple. We men of the pair, dressed in black and faces covered by killer masks, will be the hunters. We have to chase down our prey—the girls—through the tangled woods surrounding the estate, find them, and capture them before the other couple does.

Obviously, the woods are rigged with micro-cameras, drones, and operators hidden in the branches, strategically placed to make sure the girls don't cheat. They can't let themselves be caught on purpose to let us win. They have to actually run. They have to fight to not get caught.