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I don’t give a shit about the car, but the woman driving it? That’s another story.
Of all the things I want to do to her, killing isn’t on the list. Punishing her? That’s climbed to the top three.
“Con… you ain’t going to explode here, are ya?” Rowan mutters beside me. “Me? Explode? Never.”
Fuck, if you’d have won, I probably would’ve made a mess in my boxers.”
“I’m far from an angel. You’ve got skill. It clearly makes you happy. That’s what matters. That beautiful smile of yours is worth the mini heart attacks you give me.”
“Are you hiding who you really are from me, beastie?” His jaw twitches. One second later, he’s right in front of me, my back pressed against cool metal. “Fine one to talk, Ms. Adrenaline Junkie.” Okay, fair.
“Should I be scared of you?” I whisper. “Everyone makes it out like I should be. Like I’ll end up dead with you.” He doesn’t answer. Just grabs my throat and pins me against the door.
“Are you scared of me?” he growls. “Or scared of what you feel for me? Because you know damn well I’d never hurt you. Does it matter who they think I am? The only version of me that matters, is the one I am with you.”
“I-I didn’t say I’m scared of you. I asked if I should be.”
“Hallie…” I’m already smiling. “Conan…” “I can’t go to bed knowing you’re upset with me. Can we talk?”
“If you want to just be my friend, maybe don’t call me baby. Or darlin’. Or trouble.” He chuckles low. “Darlin’, you have no idea. But I think we’re on the same page about one thing.” “What’s that?” “That being friends ain’t enough.”
“You’ve got huge hands. Must be hard to get into all the tight spaces.” I chuckle, holding them up. Tattooed, calloused, capable. “They fit right where they need to, trouble.”
“They even make the perfect necklace,” I murmur, dragging my own hand across my throat to demonstrate. Her plump lips part. Fuck. How far do I want to push her? “They’d look much prettier wrapped around your throat, Hallie.” She flutters her lashes. That grin? All teeth and sin. “Show me, beastie,” she breathes. I’m a fucking goner.
“You gonna tell me to stop?” I would. I’d stop. But God, I don’t want to. “Stop what?” I tighten my grip. “Me bending you over the hood and finally taking what’s mine.”
“Fuck, Hallie.” She bites her lip. My gaze zeroes in. “Yes. That’s the idea. Conan fucks Hallie senseless. Can you do that for me, beastie?”
“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.
“Fine. If you want me to fuck you, you gotta earn it, darlin’.” “How do you suggest I do that then?” I grab her cheeks and stare into those wide eyes. “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.”
“No, trouble. This isn’t me chasing you… this is me hunting you.”
“What will you do if you catch me?” she asks, voice barely audible as she smooths her dress. “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?” A slow, dangerous smile spreads across my face. “You think a safe word will save you? Sure. Go ahead.”
This is the most alive I’ve felt in years. No rules. No walls. Just heat and adrenaline. It’s like being on the track, but hotter and hornier.
I dig my nails into his throat, leaving marks. And he groans. Like he fucking loves it.
“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.”
She bolts again. Fucking barefoot, bleeding, and naked—and laughing like a damn siren as she disappears between the trees.
I let her get five seconds ahead. Ten. Let the illusion of control sink into her pretty little bones. Then I move like a shadow with a hard-on.
I tilt my head back and breathe deep. Goddamn. She smells like prey. But she runs like a queen.
“You wanted a fucking monster?” I growl against her ear. “You got him.”
Feral. Just how I fucking wanted her. But I’ve got her. I’ve always got her.
“Scream for me, baby. I want to hear how much you love it.” Or how much she loves me like this.
“You call that a monster, beastie?” I kiss her hard. “I’m just getting started.”
“Maybe I want to lose so you can fuck my face and come all down my throat.” I choke on a cough and all the blood rushes south. “This is about to be the slowest race in history then, darlin’. Because all I want is another taste,” I tell her, yanking her back by her hair.
“Yeah. I like that one better. I’ve been dreaming about tying you up and making you watch just how pretty I look sucking your big cock.” “Jesus fucking Christ, Hallie,”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, beastie? Being a good boy and letting me do whatever the hell I want to you.” I sink my teeth into her skin. “For some damn reason, yes. I want all of that. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, trouble. But don’t stop.”
“Fuck, baby,” he murmurs. “Fuck my face,” I correct him. He pulls back, searching my face with a sinister grin. “I’m going to fuck every hole of yours tonight. But this first round is all yours.”
“The cuffs better be fluffy,” he whispers. “Maybe. But they aren’t pink.”
“You lost. These are my rules. You break them, you leave.”
“You think if I get on my knees and suck your dick, you’ll be able to stop yourself from grabbing my hair?” I ask, stepping back. “Honestly? No.”
“You look so hot, beastie. Want to feel how wet I am?” I grin. “Oh, wait. You can’t.”
“Mmhmm. Now you get to see how pretty I am with your dick in my mouth whenever you want.” That pure, feral hunger returns in his eyes and he starts to pull on his restraints. “You misbehave, and I delete them.”
“If that’s how you want to claim me, do it. I don’t give a shit. I’m not interested in anyone else. Only you, Hallie. And I’m going to stare at those pictures of those pretty lips wrapped around my cock the second I wake up and every free moment I have in a day. That’s what you do to me.” All the breath is knocked from my lungs as he crashes his lips over mine. “But if you get to claim me, then I’m sure as fuck marking you as mine.”
“Please, Conan. Sir. Please. Fuck me. Rough. Fuck me like an animal. Make me scream your name. Make me come all over your dick. Please. Make me yours. Claim me.”
I am so out of my depth here, but this woman, she’s keeping me afloat.
Nothing bad will ever happen to you when you’re around us.” She frowns. “What if I get all horny watching you beast it out in the cage? Ugh. I bet you’re hot as fuck.”
“Nope. Deleted them all after your race. But I’ve not slept with anyone since before I met you that first night. I swear. I’ve not even thought about anyone else.” Her nails graze up my stomach. “Good boy.”
“I’m such a slut for you, aren’t I?” she whispers, and a blush spreads up her neck. “My slut.”
“I thought you don’t do gentle?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “For you? I’ll do anything. Now close your eyes and relax,”
“Whoever made you doubt how fucking stunning you are, I want to hunt down and beat the shit out of.” “Scary Lily.”
… I’m malfunctioning. I need another one with everything off… so I can think of it while I fight.
Beastie Brb, now I have to jerk off to this. Another text pops up immediately. Beastie Sorry, what I meant was, you’re so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get my hands on you.
