I enter the maze, and after a minute of running, I am fucking lost. The chill of the night is seeping into my body, but the adrenaline keeps me alive and warm. Winters in this town can be brutal, but arousal has taken over every fucking thing. The cold bite against my neck, legs, and feet only heightens the sensation. I welcome this sting of pain as I know it will lead me to insane pleasure.
I’m also going through the maze to learn about it for different reasons. Call me crazy, I like complexity, and this maze is just that.
“You honestly thought that you would get away from me like that?”
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
He’s here.
I try to look over the hedges, but I can’t see fucking shit. M probably designed the hedges of this maze to be taller than him, so nobody would see him coming.
“Little hummingbird, you are fucking crazy. I hear you.” His tone indicates that he is amused and that he can’t wait to catch me. His admission also stops me dead in my tracks because he can probably hear me. My bare feet were making noise against the melting snow, and my shallow breathing could be heard from a kilometer away.
I don’t dare to turn around as I’m afraid that he would suddenly stand there. So I use my peripheral vision to look around. There is a soft wind rustling the leaves and making my hair stand on end. My ears are perked up and listening to every single noise.
“There. You. Are.” My heart is fucking pounding, my lungs are working overtime, and my muscles are ready to spring into action. He is not standing before me, so he must be…
“Turn the fuck around. I need to see your fear.” His tone earlier was playful, but now it’s blaringly obvious that he is not fucking around. I slowly turn around, and there he is—all six feet and eight inches of him.
He is standing there with his fists clenched to his sides. He is only wearing pants with nothing on top. And even though it’s dark, the light from his garden is illuminating his hard body and the somewhat dried blood on his chest.
He takes one step forward.
“You swung at me.”
One more step forward as I take one step back.
“Then you ran away.”
I take one more step back.
“And now you are going to pay the fucking price.”
“What about the fifteen-second rule?” My question is fucking ridiculous, and he cocks his head in a laughing manner. His right foot wants to take one step forward, but I’m already bolting the fuck out of here.
I’m running so fucking fast through the maze that I hear my blood rushing to my ears. M is on my heel, and it’s like he is sprinting toward me. I’m tearing through the narrow corridors of the maze, every step a delirious mix of fear and exhilaration. I feel every pulse in every nerve, and the lingering ache between my thighs is a sharp reminder of our last encounter. Yet it only drives me faster, more alive,hungrierfor this chase.
I look backward, and I suddenly bump against something hard. A large stone bench.
I double over it, and when I look forward, I see that I’m in the middle of the fucking maze. It’s a vast space.
“Fuck,” I say, and I immediately catch my mistake. I made a sound.
“That’s my job.” All the air has left my body, and when I try to stand up, M pushes me back onto it.
“You made me realize something, Lana.” M doesn’t rush his words, and they are sharp, dangerous, and magnetic. How the fuck am I growing wet again?
“What?” I ask him. I hear him grab something, and I think it’s from the back of his pants, because his dick is at full mast and poking against my ass.
“I like the fucking chase and looking for you.” I feel something pointy against the upper part of my right arm. “Let’s make it official then.” M is pushing a needle into my arm.
“Ah!” I yelp out loud. M takes the needle out and throws it onto the ground.
“What the fuck was that?” I think I already know, and he will confirm it.
