I shut the door behind me and immediately squeal into my hands, too excited. I set the bag on the floor and crouch down, taking out the items one by one: a black bodysuit, a black hoodie, black grease paint, and black combat boots.
He’s definitely read my books. This is precisely what I wrote Vera wearing in a couple of scenes when she’s being chased in the woods by Liam. I bite my lip to keep from screaming.
This iseverythingto me. I feel so seen right now, and I can’t wait to tell Olivia.
I quickly undress, slip into the body suit, and put on the boots. The suit is surprisingly warm; it’s skin tight, and I had to slip it on, meaning no zipper to pull down for easy access. It’s a long-sleeve type of bodysuit, so I guess he couldjust pull it down. I don’t care, either way, as long as it eventually comes off. I pull the hoodie over my head and stand before the mirror to apply the grease paint. I smear the black paint haphazardly over my eyes, trying not to stick to a specific pattern, and streak what’s left on my fingers over my face and neck. I look over my work in the mirror, and a thrill shoots through me.
I’m really about to get chased by a masked man through the woods with the end goal of catching me to fuck me. My knees wobble, from nervousness or anticipation, I can’t discern between the two right now.
I steady myself, take a deep breath, and open the bathroom door. I head through our room, down the hallway, and mentally prepare myself to walk down the stairs.
I find Dante sitting in a chair in the formal dining room, waiting for me. The darkness from early on is still there, and it flares behind his eyes as he sees me like this. “I’m ready,” I say, my voice shaky.
Dante rises from the chair, closing the distance between us. “Let’s get outta here then, huh?” I bite my lip, nodding, looking up at him. Dante’s eyes flutter closed, his hand flexing, but he keeps his hands to himself. He steps past me, taking my hand in his, and leads me out the back door to the car.
He opens my door and urges me to sit. I’m barely breathing as I slide into the passenger seat. He shuts my door, and I try to calm myself by focusing on putting my seatbelt on.
Dante gets into the driver's seat, turning the car on and backing out of the driveway without saying a word to me. We drive in silence for about ten minutes until we pull into a secluded parking lot, parking behind an overgrown bush.
Dante cuts the engine off, and the sexual tension rolling off both of us is making it harder not to squirm to relieve some of it. “This is Salem Woods.” Dante’s voice cuts through the silence. He opens his door, getting out to round over to my side, opening the door. He holds his hand out for me to take, “Our safe word this evening is Dog Ear.”
I take his hand, stepping out of the car, as he walks us to the trunk. “Dog Ear? Like when youfold over the edge of a book page?” I ask, laughing a bit.
“I hear it’s a crime in your world, so I felt it fit the theme, no?”
I smile, my anxiety easing a bit. “That’s perfect. Easy to remember,” I say, as I watch Dante open the trunk.
“Good. You’ll have one hundred and twenty-nine acres to get lost in this evening.” He pulls out a black rectangular box, twists the knob at the top until it clicks, then twists it back. “This is a location device. If you’re scared or get hurt, flip this knob like I just did, and I’ll get a notification on my phone with your exact coordinates. Understand?” I nod, but Dante shakes his head. “It’s no, sir, yes, sir, from now on. I need your verbal consent for the rest of the night, or this won’t work. Don’t hesitate to use the safe word. Even if I’m seconds away from filling your sweet cunt, use it, and it all stops. Do you understand me?”
My knees nearly buckle. I think I just came, holy fuck. “Yes, sir,” I say, my voice shaky.
“Good girl. I’ll give you a fifteen-minute start.” he pulls a balaclava over his face and slips the half-faced skull mask on over it. “You'd better start running. Time starts now, angel.”
My feet feel frozen in place. “F-fifteen minutes? I won’t get very far; that doesn’t seem fair.”
Dante cocks his brow. “Run faster, angel. The devil wants to play.”
I find the courage to move my feet and see the path that leads into the dark woods. I stand at its edge, looking back at Dante one last time. The way he’s dressed reminds me of Wolfy. He's wearing black jeans and a hoodie, and he's got tactical gloves; in fact, if you gave him white contacts, he could be a Wolfy double.
Two fantasies, one fuck.
I pull my hood up over my head and turn, running as fast as I can, following the trail for several minutes until I find myself at a fork. I look behind me and don’t hear or see any sign of him yet, so I take a second to make my decision. One path appears artificial, hollowed out by landscapers for novicehikers, while the other looks overgrown and a bit more challenging.
I want to be found, but I also want to give him a challenge, especially if this is the only time I get to do so.
I start running again, taking the overgrown path, and I have to be honest: the scenery is beautiful. I’m happy with my choice; the forest in the moonlight is breathtaking.
I find a clearing at the top of a short cliff. The sky is lit up with so many stars, more than I have ever seen in the sky before. The clearing falls away to the rest of the woods, and all I can see are tree tops and a pond at the bottom of the cliff. I take a second to catch my breath, taking in the view. The moon and stars reflect off the water, and the sounds of the forest lull the night.
I start to turn, getting ready to start running again, when a gloved hand snakes around my mouth and middle, dragging me back under the cover of trees. I gasp, fighting against Dante. I know it’s him; he smells like Dante, a smoky sandalwood that I’ve come to love.
I’m able to turn enough to elbow him in the ribs, making Dante groan in pain, as he lets go of me. I take off running in the opposite direction, not looking behind me to see if he’s okay. I run back down the small cliff into the brush. I can hear his footsteps growing closer, and my adrenaline is firing off as I propel myself forward—but Dante is right there, keeping up behind me.
My endurance is waning, and I know he’ll be catching me soon. I push myself faster, and I can hear his breath huffing. I feel hands around my waist, and Dante takes me down, throwing himself under me to break the fall. I yelp, giggling as I try to get up. “Oh, no, you don’t,” Dante says, holding onto me tightly. Dante flips us around, pinning me underneath him, face down in the dirt. He grabs a handful of my hair, holding my head down in the dirt as his other hand reaches up underneath my hoodie, ripping the sleeve of my bodysuit down, exposing my breast on that side. He grabs a hold of it, twisting my nipple in his finger,hard. I cry out in pain and try to push up, but he has me pinned.
Dante shifts his weight, thrusting his erection into my backside. “Youfeel that, angel? This is what you do to me. You make me so fucking hard all the god damn time just by existing, and here I find out my sweet angel is a dirty fucking slut this whole time.”
My entire body is on fire, and my pussy is literally aching to be fucked. “Dante,” I groan, and he twists my nipple again, eliciting another yelp out of me.
