Aurora pushes her ass against my cock, rolling her hips back against me in a way that makes me clench my teeth. If I didn't want this so fucking badly, I'd take her right here atop the warmth of Jesse's ashes still simmering beneath the dirt, but I want her to run.
I want to chase her.
God, Ineedto chase her.
"R-Ro." Her name comes out in a stutter as she rolls her hips again, trying to make me give in, but there's no way I'm doing this without a safe word.
"Won't you stop if I say stop, Seven?" her voice is a breathy whisper, a tease for my senses.
I grunt into her hair, flexing my hips to push my rock-hard cock against her ass.
"Yes," I groan into her neck. "But depending on the fantasy and what you're into, it can be fun to shoutstopwhen what you really want is for me to fuck you deeper." I nip at the shell of her ear. "But a safe word is nonnegotiable. You say it, and I respect your limits immediately."
"I think that's called consensual non-consent," she mutters breathily, and I smile.
"I know what it's called, Ro."
She shivers, whimpering with need, and I know this is going to be such a beautiful fucking night.
"Van Gogh," she says, and I remember the sparkle in her eyes when we showed her who we were in Paris. When we stole the Van Gogh painting Florence always wanted to add to our collection. "My safe word is Van Gogh."
Something inside of me that was coiled tight in the corner of a cage stirs as the door is unlocked.
I release her, but she doesn't run right away, she spins to face me, backing up slowly. "What's yours?"
I stalk closer to her, matching her step for step as she tries and fails to put distance between us.
"My what?"
"Your safe word."
I stop, blood singing in my veins.
Ro gives me a coy look, eyeing me up and down likeI'mthe prey here.
"What?" She lifts a shoulder. "I didn't say I wouldn't put up a fight."
White-hot electricity zaps me in place as my jaw unhinges and her threat settles in my mind like a promise.
"Oh, Aurora…"
My skin bristles as I kick off my boots and give my arms a good stretch, finding the ache in my shoulder from the bullet wound is barely more than an annoyance now. If anything, the little bite of pain will only add to the experience.
"You have no idea what you've just done…"
She's still backing away, but I can see now how her chest is rising and falling more rapidly, how the flush of excitement is red as a rose in her cheeks.
"You still haven't given me a safe word, Seven."
I grin, showing her all my teeth. "For you, my love, I don't need one."
Her eyes glint. "Suit yourself."
Then she's gone. The moonlight catches the pale flash of her legs as she weaves between the trees, and fuck if my greedy cock doesn’t throb at the sight of her running from me.
I force myself to wait. Not long. Just long enough for her to get a short head start. Five more seconds. I can do five seconds.
Five.
