I stagger back, coughing, clutching my windpipe.
She’s standing there with fire in her eyes, chest heaving, ready to swing again. “Maverick, have you lost your fucking mind?!”
I rip the mask off, still wheezing, and grin through the pain, because fuck me, she looks gorgeous when she’s pissed. “Worth it,” I croak. “You said Ghostface was hot, so I thought I’d bring your fantasy to life. You can’t resist me now.”
Her lips part, fury twisting into something else, something darker.
She stares at me, at my bare chest, at the outline of my cock straining in my sweats, and I swear I see her bite her bottom lip before she schools her face back into a glare.
I step forward, pressing her against the closed door, with my palm braced beside her head. “Tell me the truth, dollface,” I whisper, “Does it do anything for you? The mask? Be honest with me.”
Her throat works, green eyes locked on mine, and she gives the tiniest nod. Her teeth catch her lip again, cheeks flushing. “Yeah,” she whispers, the word dragging heat straight through me. “It’s so fucking hot.”
Every muscle in me goes tight, cock twitching, hunger clawing up my spine. “Jesus Christ…”
She tilts her chin up, a smirk curving wickedly across her mouth. “Chase me a little.”
My pulse detonates.
I throw the mask back on. My chest heaves, blood roaring in my ears, because she just handed me everything I’ve been dying for.
“Oh, baby,” I growl, stalking forward as she backs away with that devil smile. “You have no fucking clue what you just started.”
She squeals, laughing halfheartedly, and speeds down the hallway, hair flying.
I chase after her in an instant, my heart pounding, the house vibrating with her laughter and the sound of my footsteps pounding behind her.
Her laugh echoes down the hall as she rushes to the kitchen, hair flying behind her.
Adrenaline surges through my veins. The world condenses, everything sharpens—the slap of her bare feet on the hardwood, the flash of her tattoos as she rounds a corner, the way she glances back at me with that wild grin.
“Run, dollface,” I call, voice muffled and dark through the mask. “See how far it gets you.”
She shrieks, laughing, and flips me off over her shoulder. “You don’t scare me, quarterback!”
I lunge after her, pounding down the hallway. “You were biting that lip when you said I was hot. Don’t think I didn’t see it.”
She skids around the corner toward the stairs, squealing as I close in. “Shut up!” she snaps, but her voice breaks on a laugh.
“You want me to chase you?” I rasp the words rougher, dirtier through the plastic. “You got it, baby.”
I fake left, then catch her waist when she tries to juke past me. She squeals, writhing in my grip, nails scratching down my forearms as she twists free and bolts up the stairs.
I pause at the bottom, leaning on the railing, mask tilted down at her. “Where are you gonna hide, huh?” My voice drops lower, darker. “There’s not a corner in this house you can run to where I won’t find you.”
Her laugh floats down the stairs, taunting. “You sound insane.”
“I am insane,” I growl, bounding up two steps at a time, my sweats clinging low on my hips, cock aching with every stride. “Insane for you.”
She squeals again, dashing into the bedroom, slamming the door, but I’m right behind her, as my shoulders crash into the wood. The door flies open, slamming against the wall.
She’s standing there at the edge of the bed, chest heaving, eyes wild. And that grin, fuck, that grin could gut me.
I stalk forward, mask still on, sweat running down my back. “You better beg now, dollface.”
“Or what?” she challenges, hands on her hips. “You’ll kill me?”
I chuckle, stepping closer until she’s forced back onto the mattress. “No baby, I’ll fuck you until you can’t run anymore.”
