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“What did I tell you, my sweet Kyah?” a familiar tone rumbles through Nat’s apartment. “You better fucking run.”
37
ALEX
Kyahsitscurledupon her best friend’s couch, and I watch with a sly grin as her phone casts a brilliant glow across her face. It’s just enough in the darkness to make out the fear shining in those big blue eyes.
God, she’s so fucking gorgeous.
I stand in the kitchen, concealed by shadows, and as Kyah’s head snaps up, she looks around in a panic. I can almost hear her heart thumping from here. She flies up from the couch, backing up toward the front door, her eyes wide as she continues scanning the small one-bedroom apartment.
I step out of the shadows and watch as her gaze follows my movement, snapping right to mine, only her jaw drops, and I live for the fucking small gasp that tears from the back of her throat, knowing exactly what she sees. I stand barely a few feet away in nothing but a pair of black pants and a mask pulled over my face, and while it’s too dark for her to make out any of my features, I know she sees the bandaging across my chest from the tattoo she spent hours working on.
Kyah continues backing up until she physically runs into the main door of Nat’s apartment, and I see the confusion in her eyes. She doesn’t know whether she wants to fear me or fuck me, but surely she knows that I could never hurt her. Not now.
Her hand hovers behind her back, and from the way her muscles are tensing in her arm, she’s trying to work the lock. Then the second I hear the soft click fill the apartment, I take a purposeful step toward her. “Run.”
Kyah gasps, and I watch as she scrambles, whipping around and fumbling with the door as I slowly walk toward her. After releasing the deadbolt, she tears the door open and spares just a second to glance back, catching my eye, and fuck, I’ve never been so hard.
She whimpers, and like a flash of lightning, she’s gone.
I follow her out the door, taking my time as I watch her bolt down the long hallway, her feet slamming against the ground and echoing back up the hall.
She hits the stairs and catches the railing, using it to propel her around the corner before flying down them. Despite how badly I need her to run, to keep this insane thrill pulsing through my body, the thought of her taking a misstep or falling down those fucking stairs makes my skin crawl.
As Kyah starts putting distance between us, I pick up my pace, not willing to lose her for even a second, and as I reach the stairs, I grip the railing and propel myself right over the edge, just as I’d done the first day I’d officially met Kyah and raced her to the laundry room. Only this time, it’s so much better.
I drop straight down through the stairwell, bypassing the second floor, and landing in a deep crouch on the first floor. Kyah hits the bottom step. “FUCK,” she squeals as I all but appear beside her, and I watch with a raging hard-on as her eyes widen again, but she doesn’t miss a step, launching herself toward the main entrance of the building.
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.
