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"You!" she yells back. "And you're stupid games. I had no choice but to go!"
"No choice?" I run my fingers through my hair in frustration. "The fuck you on about?"
"Look, it's not important," she says, shaking her head as if to clear away the topic.
"Like hell it isn't," I reply, narrowing my eyes. I close the distance between us and grab her shoulders, giving her a slight shake. "Tell me what you meant."
Evelyn huffs, clearly annoyed with my persistence. "Fine," she snaps. "After our first... encounter, you didn't message me for an entire week. It left me feeling... strung out, okay?"
Her admission catches me off guard, and I can't help but feel a surge of intrigue. She wanted more? My grip on her shoulders loosens, and I study her face for any sign of deception. But all I see is raw honesty, her blue eyes filled with a mix of vulnerability and desire.
"Is that so?" I ask, smirking. "So you want to do it again, then?"
Evelyn hesitates for a moment before looking me dead in the eye. "Yes," she says, her voice steady and determined.
My heart pounds in my chest, and I struggle to keep my composure. There's something about the way she says it, the fire in her gaze, that sends a thrill down my spine. I know I should walk away, leave her be – but damn it, I can't resist the pull.
"Alright then, little rabbit," I say, releasing her shoulders and taking a step back. "But on one condition."
"What's that?" she asks, her eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"Next time, don't go looking for attention from some scumbag at a bar," I tell her, my voice low and serious. "Come to me."
"Fine," she agrees, though I can see the defiance still smoldering in her eyes.
"Good." I nod. "Then let's begin."
Chapter Eighteen
The cold air bites at my skin as Constantino's strong grip pulls me through the dark garden. The world has stopped spinning, but the alcohol in my system provides a bit of warmth. I glance up at him, his green eyes glinting in the moonlight, and feel the rough leather wristband against my hand – the one he always wears to hide that hated medical alert tattoo.
"Where are we going?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smirks down at me, his volatile nature simmering beneath the surface. "You wanted more, didn't you? More of what we did last time?" His words send a shiver up my spine. "Well, this time I'm upping the stakes."
I frown, confused by his cryptic statement. "What does that even mean?"
"Primal play," he says with a wicked grin. "That's what we stumbled into before. You'll run, and I'll chase you."
My heart races as a mix of excitement, arousal, and nerves wash over me. "And when you catch me?" I can't help but ask, intrigued by the possibilities.
His predatory gaze locks onto mine. "You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"
I study his face, considering the implications of his dangerous proposition. My heart races with a mix of anticipation and fear – I can't deny the allure of the unknown, but I need some sense of control.
"Alright," I say slowly, my voice wavering. "But if you catch me and I say 'stop,' you have to stop."
"Deal," he agrees, his expression turning dark and predatory, sending shivers down my spine. "Now run."
Without another word, I take off, sprinting through the cold garden and into the forest beyond. The darkness swallows me whole, making it near impossible to see where I'm going. My breath comes in harsh gasps as I navigate the treacherous terrain, adrenaline fueling every step.
It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. The thought of what he might do if he catches me sends sparks of arousal through me, dampening my thighs. God, I shouldn't be enjoying this as much as I am, but I can't help it. It feels like the perfect escape from my insecurities, from the stifling world I usually inhabit.
Suddenly, I hear a snap – a branch breaking or a footfall, maybe – and I bolt, panic giving me wings. Constantino's voice drifts through the darkness behind me, taunting and enticing. Desperately, I duck behind what I think is a tree trunk, pressing my body against the rough bark.
"Come on, little rabbit," he calls out mockingly, his voice closer than before. "You know you can't hide forever." His words are like a caress, teasing and tempting me to abandon my hiding place.
My heart hammers in my chest, and for a moment, I'm frozen by indecision: should I stay hidden or keep running? But the thrill of the chase consumes me, pushing me past my hesitations and driving me deeper into the forest. As I run, my mind races with possibilities – what will happen when he catches me? And does a part of me want him to?
