“Yes. And I want you to keep your mask on.”
My cock gets incredibly harder inside her, swelling with the deviant promise she’s whispering. What happened between us this evening was just a prelude.
“If your ankle is healed, I’ll chase you. I’ll catch you. And I promise, I’ll ruin you.”
Lucie turns her head and guides my lips to hers in a soft kiss that’s so contrary to the dark desires stirring through us. But it’s us. It’s perfect. I can’t wait.
Soon, her soft snores lull me to the best sleep I’ve ever had, filled with dreams of my prey.
TWENTY
LUCIE
“I’m healed. Look,” I tell Toma as I grit my teeth not to flinch and take a few steps across the living room. Arms crossed over his chest, he raises a brow, utterly unconvinced. But I’m not leaving Loch Lomond without being chased and fucked on the forest floor. Not after the taste I got two days ago.
Yesterday, my ankle was still swollen and painful to walk on. Toma doted on me like the perfect boyfriend, straight out of a monster romance. Without the monster peen. Though the way he used it, even on the soft bed, was enough to make me see stars. For being a virgin, he picked up how to make me come very quickly.
His muscled arms ripple with strength across his chest, his tall frame making the living room seem small. I bite my lip, remembering how easily he carried me and how he commands my body with massive hands and controlled movements.
“Lu?” he calls out.
“Ugh?”
Toma chuckles and the sound is rich, travelling on my skin with a dark promise. “I said, ‘if you’re sure, you better get ready.’ I’m not chasing you in the dark and risking another injury.”
“You say it like it’s a daily occurrence,” I huff with indignation.
His fingers splay across my cheeks as he frames my face and kisses me, his lips barely touching mine and I chase after them. He’s only been in my life—really in my life—for less than forty-eight hours but every moment I’m not touching him is wasted, in my opinion.
“I know what you’re capable of,ružica moja.”
“You never told me what it means.”
He smiles and kisses my brow. “My little rose.”
“I’m not delicate,” I retort.
“No, you’re not. You’re thorny and you hide it behind a smile. Like the rose hiding behind beauty.”
My breath catches, a protest on the tip of my tongue. But Toma has been watching me for months. I shouldn’t be surprised that he can see the cracks of my sunshine armour. “There’s no pretending with me, Lu. I see you for who you are.”
I nod. And change topics, uncomfortable with being perceived.
“So, when shall we do it?”
“Now.”
“Now?” My heart kicks against my ribcage and a smile spreads on my face. “Okay. Let me get my sneakers.”
“First, ground rules,” he says with a hand on my elbow to stop me from bolting towards the bedroom to get ready. “What do you want?”
I inhale and brace for the truth that’s about to come out of my mouth.
“I want you to have no mercy, no matter how much I plead and cry. I run, you chase. And you do whatever you want.”
“Good girl.”
My body ignites at the words. His lips slam into mine in a feverish kiss, a hand on my ass while the other threads intomy hair, pulling at the roots in a possessive grip. “So fucking perfect,” Toma whispers against my lips. My stomach flutters with butterflies. “Your safe word?”
