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Damn. I exploded in my hand last night, jerking off to the thought of her racing my McLaren with that wicked smirk on her lips.
“Don’t let me get in your way. And about the street racing…” She trails off. I bite back a grin. “Secret is safe with me, baby,” I tell her, twisting off the cap and checking the stick.
“You look hot when you’re concentrating,”
“What are you thinking, trouble?”
“You’ve got huge hands. Must be hard to get into all the tight spaces.”
“They fit right where they need to, trouble.” She flushes a brilliant red. I take a step closer. “They even make the perfect necklace,”
“They’d look much prettier wrapped around your throat, Hallie.”
“Show me, beastie,” she breathes. I’m a fucking goner. I lunge forward, grip her throat, and spin her, pressing her back against the side of her car. Her pulse pounds under my palm.
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“What do you think about your new accessory, Hallie?” I ask, brushing my nose along her cheek. “It looks hot. It feels even better.”
“Is this what friends do, baby?”
“You gonna tell me to stop?”
“Stop what?” I tighten my grip. “Me bending you over the hood and finally taking what’s mine.”
“I don’t have any panties on.” “Fuck, Hallie.”
“Yes. That’s the idea. Conan fucks Hallie senseless. Can you do that for me, beastie?”
“I wouldn’t test me, trouble. I don’t know how much you can handle of me yet.”
“Is this what I do to you? Hmm? I turn you into a good little whore for me?”
“Be a good boy and show me what I’ve been missing. Show me how you really like it.” Holy. Fuckin’. Shit. I’ve met my match. “There’s nothing good about me, darlin’,” I growl.
“Yeah, there is. Deep down, you’re a softie, really.”
“Wrong. And you’re about to find out just how fuckin’ dark I am, Hallie.”
“Yes. You seem to bring out another side of me. But that ain’t the man I am deep down. You really want to see him?”
“I do,” she says, confident. Steady.
“Fine. If you want me to fuck you, you gotta earn it, darlin’.” “How do you suggest I do that then?”
“Run.”
“What do you mean ‘run’? You think I’m going out in those scary-ass woods in the pitch black? A leisurely jog isn’t what I’m after from you, beastie.”
“Nothing leisurely about what I’m going to do to you once I catch you.”
“What is this? Some sort of chase kink?”
“No, trouble. This isn’t me chasing you… this is me hunting you.”
“Now fucking run,” I whisper, stepping back. She slides off the hood. Staring between me and the door. Her chest rises and falls fast.
“What will you do if you catch me?”
“It’s not if. It’s when. It’s up to you to decide if you want to find out.”
“Do I need a safe word?”
“You think a safe word will save you? Sure. Go ahead.” Her brows knit, and I shrug.
“You know what? I don’t want one.” I lean back against the hood of her Shelby, arms crossed, waiting. “Good girl.”
“Hallie, Hallie, Hallie…where are you?” His voice floats through the trees.
A thick arm wraps around my waist. I scream, kicking back. But it’s too late. I look up. All I see are his green eyes, wild and glowing in the moonlight. The rest of his face is hidden beneath a black balaclava.
“Looks like I caught my prey. Too easy.” I shake my head. No way. Not like that.
This is foreplay. Twisted. Raw. Addictive.
“Come on, beastie. I thought this was your thing?”
His hand wraps around my throat before I can recover.
“What were you saying?” he rasps, voice low, lethal. Fuck.
“Make me bleed, trouble. I dare ya’.”
His hand slips up under my dress, fingers sliding into me so deep I gasp out loud. “Fuck. So tight. So fucking wet. Such a little slut for me.”
Cold air hits my skin as he rips my dress clean off of me. I gasp. “Much better.”
“That was too easy, trouble. Next time, fight me off. Don’t let me get you. You only submit once I get my dick inside your tight pussy.”
“Do you understand the rules?” I’m naked. Panting. Mud-covered. And my ankle really fucking hurts. And soaked in more ways than one. I should be scared. I am.
“Got it, beastie. Chase me. Fight me. Fuck me. Good luck catching me this time.”
“That was just our warm-up, darlin’. Now I know how soaked you are… that’s just given me the green light to show you what I really want to do to you.”
“You wanted a fucking monster?” I growl against her ear. “You got him.” She bites me right into the meat of my palm.
