“You have a lot of respect for him.”
“He’s earned it.”
Cormac’s values fascinate me. We talk endlessly about “honor” and “courage” here at the Academy, and unlike most of the treacherous swine here who would sell their own mother for a position of power, he has both qualities in spades, and he shows respect to everyone else who exhibits them, no matter their position. I’m so tired of the wealthy assholes I deal with daily who think their daddy’s money makes them better than everyone else.
Realizing that I’m just standing here, mooning over him like a simpleton, I briskly clear my throat. “Okay! I’m guessing we’re down here to plant some cameras?”
His unreasonably square jaw and his slight smile are so sexy…
“Aye,” he agrees, “but first, a training exercise.” Stepping back, he slides a metal bar through the latches on the trap door, bolting it shut.
“Training exercise?” My voice has raised to a pitch understandable only to bees.
His narrow hips swivel as he strolls toward me, like a panther. “I have cleared this tunnel, the other hatch is locked as well. There’s nobody down here but us, little fox.”
A tiny, strangled noise escapes my slack lips.
“A good spy must know how to navigate any terrain silently. You canna count on the conditions to be favorable for you.” He circles me. “You may have to depend on your other senses. Your sense of touch. Your ability to listen. Can you move quickly and quietly enough to escape the hunter?”
His long fingers close around my throat from behind, lightly, I can feel his body heat radiate along my back. It’s chilly down here, and I want to curl around him like a cat.
“Ah!”
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he yanks my head back. “You’re being soft, little fox. Soft will get you killed. You need to be quick, you must be clever. Can you do that?”
My breath is coming in shaky little exhales, the air feels charged down here, like the sky during a lightning storm. “I can do whatever I have to.”
“When the lights go out,” he murmurs, kissing down my throat, “you will run. You will find your way to the exit before I catch you and if you do, I will rip that shirt from you. Kiss and bite your nipples. I’ll cut your jeans off and I will bury my cock in your sweet, pink cunt. Fucking you until you moan my name over and over again. You’ll sweat and shake and after you beg me, I’ll make you come until you’re crying for me to stop, or for more. You won’t know what you’re saying but I will give you everything you need.”
His huge hand is cupping my center, squeezing me, pushing the rough material of my jeans against my painfully sensitive pussy.
“Wh- what happens if you catch me first?”
“I’ll give you a five-minute head start,” he promises, “that would be just enough time if you’re smart and keep your wits about you. You know where on the grounds we were when we came down here. Orient yourself. Picture the layout of the campus from where you are.”
His hand suddenly squeezes me tighter and I jump, yelping a little.
“But if you don’t keep your wits, little fox, I will run you to earth and I will take my belt off and spank you with it. I’ll spank you until your slick is running down your thighs, I will leave you on this filthy floor with your jeans around your ankles and I will not let you come tonight.”
Twisting my head, I stare at him over my shoulder. In the dim lighting of the tunnel, he looks like the Dark Lord of the Underworld, here to drag me deeper like Hades and Persephone.
Cormac checks his watch, clicking the timer. “Your five minutes starts now.”
The lights go out and I shriek, slapping my hand over my mouth.
“Run,little fox!”
Chapter Twenty
In which there is so much chase kink.
Mala…
I’m off like a gunshot, racing down the hall as fast as my legs can carry me. My sneakers don’t make much noise, but I need to hear just enough echo back to know where the tunnel turns so I don’t slam into a wall.
There’s no thought of why I am doing this. Why I stood there while he said all those scary, filthy things to me. Why my entire lower half is on fire right now. I have to focus on the image of the grounds above me and where I am. My hand reaches out in time to slap against a wall as the tunnel turns left. Reaching back quickly, I feel another wall to my right. Okay, so I can only go left.
Taking off again, I focus on my breathing, forcing my wildly pounding heart to slow down. There’s no stopping the adrenaline though, feeling like electricity sparking and crackling under my skin. Left… I’ve turned south, I’m heading toward the greenhouse closest to the cliffs.
