I pull my hands, and the cuffs snap apart at the middle. The first thing I do is turn off the fake moaning of the woman on the TV. Then I find the keys to the handcuffs and unlock them.
Finally, I start my chase.
chapter 27
Iselyn
Not knowing where I could possibly escape him, I bolt out of the house, glancing over my shoulder. How stupid I am to think I could tie down Matleon, the wild bull, with a flimsy sex toy. I deserve an award for sheer stupidity, he’s the man who fought a lion and killed it barehanded.
I don’t stop running until I reach the forest area. Today, I won’t let him catch me. But the moon is unusually bright tonight, casting more light than darkness. There isn’t enough shadow to fully hide myself, though I can still use the trees as cover. I refuse to accept defeat without fighting back.
His footsteps echo through the forest. “Where is my little Angel?” he sings, his voice loud, coaxing, and amused.
I press myself against a tree, my eyes scanning the shadows. He’s getting closer, weaving between the trees, grinning like a predator. “I’ll find you, you know,” he says, his tone menacing yet playful.
I notice something,Matleon loves the chase. He becomes wild, more unhinged, more alive whenever he does it. He’s a creature of instinct, reveling in the thrill of the hunt.
I edge backward from one tree to another, trying to stay unseen. He glances in my direction. No—wait, I misjudged. He’s still scanning the area, not focusing on me yet.
He spins toward another part of the forest, singing that same maddening refrain: “Where is my little Angel?”
The forest holds its breath with me. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig underfoot feels magnified. My pulse pounds so loudly I’m sure he would hear it even if he were ten feet away. But he’s moving away from me. I smile. Seems like today might be my winning day. His footsteps fade, but I keep my eyes locked on the path he took. Who knows when he’ll come back?
After ten minutes with no sign of him, I let out a heavy sigh of relief.Now what? Am I going to spend the night here?I could sleep in Wen’s room, but it would be far too easy for him to drag me out of there.
I turn on my feet slowly, leaning my back against a tree. A scream rips from my throat when I see him standing in front of me, grinning like a devil, leaning casually against a tree justten feetaway. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest.When did he get here?How was I so deaf that I didn’t hear him coming?
I spin on my feet, and he laughs, a deep, wild sound that chills me. I run again, pouring every ounce of stamina into my legs, but I don’t make it past ten trees before he catches me, spinning me in his arms so I face him. He lifts me effortlessly, his grin stretching wide like a madman’s.
“Now, Angel. I’ll give you two choices.”
“Let me go, Matleon,” I whisper, my voice trembling.
He grabs my chin, his fingers firm and commanding. “That’s not an option,” he mutters against my mouth, enunciating every word slowly. “You only have two choices, either get fucked by my dick or my mouth. Pick one.”
He releases my chin and, without warning, strips my shorts and panties down. I cry out in protest, but my heart is thudding violently in my throat. My traitorous body betrays me again, singing in response to his dominance. The choice is quite easy tomake, he’s been there with his tongue once before; what harm could a second time do?
“Second,” I mutter, my voice barely audible.
“Say the complete sentence,” he grins wickedly. “Say,I want you to put your tongue deep in my pussy, I want you to drink my sweet juices.”
“I’m not saying these crazy things,” I protest.
He chuckles, amusement and dominance entwined. “Fine. I’ll be generous.”
Before I can brace myself, he lifts me higher, my cry of shock escaping my lips. Both his hands clamp around my thighs and lift me onto his shoulders, pressing me against the tree. “Cheaper version of you sitting on my face,” he mutters against my core, lifting me further. I grip the strong branch above me, my knuckles white.
Matleon’s gaze is locked on me, his face just inches from where I’m most sensitive. My wetness glistens in front of him, and he smirks, eyes flicking upward. “Such a good pussy… can’t wait to fill my mouth.”
I wrench my gaze away, focusing on anything but him, the number of trees around, the size and shape of their leaves, anything to distract myself from his scorching stare, his breaths fanning over me.
Trees. Leaves. Grass. Moon. Sky. That cloud looks like a map of Russia.“Ahhgg!” I cry out a moan as his tongue slides inside my folds.
Then he pushes deeper, and my body slams against the tree behind me. My thighs start trembling around his face, all the way down to my knees, which are balanced on his shoulders.
I’m moaning, shaking, and he’s doing exactly what he promised—fucking me with his tongue.
One thing I know with daylight-level certainty:after divorcing Matleon, I’ll be utterly doomed in my sex life.There’sno way my own fingers or any toys could make me feel this way. Another man? Out of the question. You have to give someone your heart for that, and mine isn’t available.
