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“Do not think I’m going to let you off easy, Hanna. I’m nowhere near done making you pay for it.”
God, I hope he isn’t. Theo thinks his punishments are just that—a way of making me feel remorse. But I’m anything but remorseful. I’m reveling in this. Taking each thing he doles out to me as welcomed pleasure.
I won’t ever admit that, but clearly, he already knows it.
“Put your money where your mouth is,” I say through a giggle.
“Shut your dirty mouth before I give you something to stuff it full,” he hisses, taking a handful of my hair and pulling it so hard my back feels the pain of the strained position.
“Fuck!” I cry out, the tingle starting from the roots of my hair and shooting down my spine.
“That’s right.” His voice is a rumble, and he moans so deep in his chest I want to encapsulate the sound and use it to explain exactly what arousal and male desire sound like. Theo is the embodiment of everything females desire.
They say the romance novels I’ve always loved cause false expectations, but they were wrong. The world has men like the ones in books; the universe just hides them until we’re ready for exactly what they can do to us.
I always said I would never let a man do these things to me. Then Theo came along and showed me that I would let him do anything I’ve ever read—and more.
“You’re going to bounce on this cock a few times, and when I say run, you better run. I will give you thirty seconds to hide. When I find you, I fuck your mouth.”
“You’re not going to come in me first?” I cry.
“No. I’m going to spill deep in your throat until you gag on me.”
“Why can’t I have both?”
He stops thrusting, and I don’t start slowly moving back and forth because he told me to but because my body needs it. It's moving of its own accord.
“You don’t get to ask me questions. You’re going to hide from me, and I will find you. Faster,” he demands, and I push back harder this time.
“If you can find me.” I want to up the ante. It’s been long enough since the last time he chased and caught me. And if he does find me, I’ll just run. Theo thinks I’ll just make tonight simple for him now, but the jealousy was just the start of my game. He has his own plans, but I have a laundry list of desires I want to play out tonight.
Two feral lovers with the same goal, but with a twist.
“Hanna, I could find you in the endless darkness, with my eyes closed and no other senses. Your existence calls to me.” The softness and break in his dominating persona are a welcomed pause I soak in briefly. Tonight, romance and softness will be scarce, so when it happens, I’ll hold it close to my heart. Never forgetting that even in moments of ecstasy, there is something deeper between us.
Belonging. Home. Ownership. A forever.
“I will always come to you. Crawling on hands and knees.” Before the games really start, I lean into this moment. “Two desperate souls. Depraved and willing to do anything to be sealed together.” I squeeze down on his cock, sliding as far back as I can, and he grunts. If I do this one more time, he will come. Theo is at my mercy, and I want so badly to use that advantage and get what I want—him filling me, claiming me, and giving me everything he has.
But that isn’t where this night is going. He has plans, and I want them executed in the exact way he wants. It’s what we’ll both want in the end.
Staying still for a moment, I prepare to run. I need a plan. Wherever I hide must have an escape route for me to run. Every step I take needs to be calculated. We are in a decent-sized house that is two stories, but I want to stay on the main floor so I won’t fall over myself. If I got a dime for every time I’ve tripped going up and down the stairs in our house from my clumsy ways, I would be a millionaire.
“Thirty seconds. That’s all you have to get somewhere safe,” he reminds me.
I nod, and with one deep breath, I slide off his cock, and we both make audible noises of loss for one another. When I stand up straight and turn, the image of him is one that seers into my brain.
His feet are planted firmly, far enough apart to be squared with his wide shoulders, giving him a dominant stance. But that isn’t what is stealing my breath. It’s the way his hard cock is barely freed from his black jeans, and his fists are clenched, one holding the bloody Ghostface mask. The blood from my new marking smeared all over it. And then his gaze. God, that look. His eyes are locked on me, reading my every emotion, thought, and desire. His skeleton face paint isn’t worn as it was meant to be—a Halloween costume. No, it’s like it’s a part of him, showing me his inner self, but more so the sinister things he would willingly do to keep me. That even in death, he would claim me and drag me to the afterlife with him to ensure our unbreakable bond. He is mine, and I am his.
