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I hesitate for a second, contemplating whether or not I have the time to grab my phone. The shuffling of footsteps behind me erases that idea.
Not thinking twi
ce, I bolt forward, metaphorically stabbing in the dark until I stumble over something. A table.
I grimace as the sting spreads through my feet, but I don’t stop. I feel around, my adrenaline level spiking until it’s pulsing in my limbs. My heart throbs as I squint, trying to make out anything in the darkness.
It’s strange how the senses sharpen when our vision is gone. I can feel the air forming goosebumps on my skin and smell the sweat trickling between my brows. But most of all, I can hear the thudding of footsteps behind me, of someone coming after me.
Just like that night in the forest, a strange aura overwhelms me and my senses sharpen until it’s scary.
I dash forward until I touch something. The railings. I grab on to them as I climb the stairs. Every now and then, I glance behind me and imagine a shadow on my tail.
Only it’s not my imagination.
He is right behind me.
I shriek as I start taking them two at a time. His thudding footsteps follow right after. Hard. The sound reverberates through my ears and chest.
The rush of energy is so high that I’m physically dizzy. My legs scream with pain and I trip, falling to my knees with a thud. I lose my balance and I’m about to fall backward, but I catch myself last second.
I don’t stand, though.
Or more like, I can’t.
Sebastian grabs me by the hair and I scream as he pushes me face-first into the stairs. My jaw hits the hard flooring and my eyes sting with tears from the impact. I think I’ve broken something, but apparently not since all I can focus on is the large body covering me from behind.
Swallowing me.
Dwarfing me.
Dominating me.
His hard chest feels like lava against my back. Loud thumps penetrate my ears and I’m not sure if it’s my heartbeat or his.
Or a mixture of both.
He grabs my shoulder blade hard. “Where do you think you’re going, my filthy little slut?”
My breath hitches, it’s in equal measure because of his words and the new depth in his voice. The raspiness in it as if he’s indeed a different person.
A stranger.
This is happening.
“I’m going to ram my bare dick into that tight cunt of yours and rip you apart and you’re going to take it like the dirty whore you are.”
Holy fucking shit.
Is it possible to come by just his words and his hold on me? Because I think I’m getting there.
This is crazy.
He’s crazy.
I’m crazy.
And yet, I buck against him, my ass nuzzling into the hardness of his cock.
