Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
“You’re only judging me from your perspective without even knowing mine.”
“Because you refuse to fucking share it. But I’m done coaxing you into this.”
I swerve the car to a dirt road and she squeals, digging her black-painted nails into the seatbelt.
Then she freezes as she makes out our surroundings.
“Sebastian…no…not here…”
“Yes. Fucking here.”
I stop the car, kill the headlights, and step out of it, then round to her side. She tries to scramble away, but I grab her by the elbow, undo her seatbelt, and drag her out.
The scene is like déjà vu.
“Remember Blackwood’s forest, Naomi? Turns out, the mafia does use it to bury corpses, after all. Reina was found assaulted and on the brink of death right here. Doesn’t that bring back memories?”
“No…no!” She hits my chest with a closed fist as she wiggles and tries to push me off her.
“Save the fight for when I’m pinning you against the fucking ground.”
“Why did you bring us back to the forest? It’s where you were shot and they took us.”
“It’s also where I chased you the first time, and I’m in the mood to repeat it.”
“You’re out of your mind if you think I’ll run now.”
“You’re talking as if you have a choice. Run or I’ll leave you here.”
“You…wouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
“We’re not twenty-one anymore, Sebastian!”
“What? You’ve lost your stamina?”
“I’m wearing heels.”
“All the better. I can catch you faster.” I release her and she steps backward, but her wild gaze remains on me, her hair in disarray, framing her soft, pale face.
“And then what? What if you don’t catch me?”
“Oh, I’ll catch you. Whether I do it sooner or later is up to you.”
“I hate you sometimes.”
At least it’s not all the time. “That makes two of us. Now, run.”
She startles, but like in the fucking past, she turns around and runs.
Her movements aren’t as fast as back then, probably because of the shoes.
I jog behind her, my muscles tightening with the need to hunt. To fucking chase and conquer.
And eventually hurt.
I don’t fantasize about inflicting violence on everyone. Just her. My Naomi.
One of her shoes falls off her foot and she stops for a fraction of a second before she kicks the other one away. Her pace picks up when barefoot, and she starts darting between the trees, going in a zigzag line in an attempt to lose me.
It works for a mere moment before I’m on her tail again, feeding off the prey pheromones she’s emanating.
My beast claws its way to the surface, magnifying and expanding with every step that brings me closer to her.
I inhale the scent of her, lilies and thrilled fear, and I know I’m a breath away from grabbing her petite body and throwing it down, then fucking her thoroughly.
It doesn’t matter that I was sick just last night. Tonight, I feel stronger than the fucking devil.
Naomi chances a glance over her shoulder and squeals, the sound echoing in the dark silence before her frantic movements spiral out of control.
She’s acting on pure survival mode now, pushing her muscles to their limits and probably consuming a week’s worth of oxygen.
My own wave of energy kicks in and my leg muscles move fluidly and with purpose. The more she darts between trees, the more determined my beast becomes.
The clearer her scent becomes, the faster I chase her.
She pauses when we come to a clearing. The rock we used to talk and fuck on is still there, a natural witness of our fucked-up darkness.
An unmovable object that stayed there even when we didn’t.
And now, we’re just back to square one.
I use her hesitation and grab her with my arm around her waist, singlehandedly lifting her up.
She yelps, her throaty voice reverberating in the air as her tiny body claws, squirms, and kicks in my hold.
Her groans are pure and primal, just like my harsh breathing.
I wrap my other arm around her and carry her to the rock as she fights to get out of my grip, even as her whole body seems to catch a burning fire.
Fuck the fight in this woman.
No one but her would kick and claw me even when their eyes are shining with lust for me.
This is part of the reason why I could never move on from her, not even if I wanted to.
I shove her body against the rock so that she’s bending over with her tits on the flat edge. Naomi yelps and scrambles forward, attempting to escape. I slap her on the ass three consecutive times.
Her shriek is fucking music to my ears as it fills the forest, its spirits the only witness to our depravity. Our fucking reality.
The spanking doesn’t kill her fight, although it lessens it, she still tries to swat my hand away.
I grab both her wrists and imprison them behind her back, then yank her head back by a fistful of her hair. “Stay fucking still.”