Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
The feeling of being chased in a pitch-black place with no hope of finding an escape is…strange.
On one hand, it’s exhilarating to have the power of running away.
On the other, the thought of being caught is completely terrifying but…takes my breath away, too.
Or maybe it’s more than breathtaking, depending on what happens afterward.
I take a detour and pause when I see a white light. The car’s headlights.
My pace picks up and I push through the branches with tightened fists. The light gets closer with each step until I’m smiling with triumph.
I can do this.
Only a short distance separates me from the Tesla. I can’t wait to stand there with a huge grin while I wait for that loser, Sebastian.
I’ll make him regret playing with me in the first place—
A shadow catches in my peripheral vision and I shriek as it charges toward me.
Sebastian.
I recognize his jacket, but I don’t wait to look at him as I dart away from him and continue my run.
My lungs scream due to the lack of oxygen and my heart rate picks up to an alarming level with every thud of his footsteps behind me.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The fact that he could catch me at any second, that he’s getting closer, douses me with equal parts fear and bubbling energy.
I think I’m going to throw up from the force of it.
The trees clear in front of me and I’m finally in direct view of the car. I’m near the point of collapsing, but I carry on, pushing my burning muscles to their limit.
Then a strong hand wraps around my hoodie and I squeal as I’m wrenched back. I lose my footing and fall down, my back hitting the solid ground.
I wince as my head bounces off the dirt, but my reaction soon freezes like the rest of me.
A dark shadow looms closer until Sebastian’s body hovers over mine. A sinister smirk curves the corners of his sinful lips. “Got you.”
I don’t think as I thrash and wiggle against his wall-like chest. The physique I’ve admired for years could easily be my demise right now. The remnants of my adrenaline-induced energy roar to the surface with a final wave.
Slamming my hands against his chest, I claw, then try to kick him, but he grabs my wrists, easily overpowering me.
If anything, he seems to find it amusing that I’m even fighting, judging by the growing smile on his lips.
There’s nothing fake about this one.
Nothing star-like.
Nothing for show.
Because right now? He’s not even attempting to hide his true self behind it.
He let it loose, allowing me to see what type of deviant he actually is.
One who gets off on chasing.
On catching me.
On making me helpless and at his mercy.
My harsh breathing echoes in the air as I squirm and hit, as I wiggle and arch my back.
“That’s it, Tsundere…keep fighting and clawing. It’s such a fucking turn-on.” As if to prove a point, he lowers himself so that a hard bulge presses against the soft flesh of my belly that’s exposed due to the struggle.
My eyes widen, but it’s not only from his reaction to the chase. It’s also due to the knot that slowly formed at the base of my stomach when I was being chased and has continued to grow while I’ve fought him.
Am I defective?
How could I…be this attuned to this sickness?
Just when I’m contemplating whether I should keep fighting and feed off Sebastian’s depraved side, he releases my wrists and eases off me.
For a second, I remain sprawled on the ground, bemused and shooing the remnants of disappointment scattered deep in my gut.
“Is it over?” My voice is choked, wrong.
“Nah. I won, remember?”
“So?”
“So you have to give me what I want.”
“And what do you want?” At this point, I only wish for this to be done so I can go home, curl up in bed, and have a conversation with my screwed-up head.
Sebastian reaches for the fly of his jeans and slowly undoes the button. “Your mouth on my dick.”
11
Sebastian
The day I dreaded is here.
The day where I can’t keep my mask in check.
The day where I can’t control my sick, twisted cravings.
I’ve gone through a million defense mechanisms to bottle it all in. I played the social game and the diplomatic one. I excelled at maintaining a façade and painting a different image in other people’s heads.
Not once have I let myself slip, despite the countless temptations. Despite the blinding urges and the compelling chances. Not even during my hot-blooded teenage years.
I’ve excelled at self-control. Having learned from my grandparents and Nate that the lack of it would only land me in trouble.
It’d make me end up like my parents. Disfigured in a foreign land.
For someone with a savage command over emotions, I can tell when I’m on the edge.
When my mask, that’s almost become a part of who I am, can no longer remain intact.