Without thinking, I lean down and bite the spot where her shoulder and neck meet. My teeth sink into her soft flesh, the scent of vanilla filling my senses. Sophia screams loudly, the sound piercing through the small woods. My cock throbs at the sound of pain in her voice, and when she starts trashing and trying to shove me off, I only bite her harder.
“Soren!” She screams out. “It hurts!”
“It should fucking hurt,” I hiss against her flesh. My knee parts her legs, holding her in place. Her hands come to my hair, threading her fingers through it. She grabs it, then pulls on it roughly.
“Let go of me, you fucking bastard!”
A deep, menacing laugh rumbles out of me. Sophia freezes for a moment when I pull back, and something flashes behind her eyes. She’s holding in her breath, her movements coming to a stop.
“You’re going to regret this, Princess,” I say, lowering my voice, though the mockery remains. She swallows thickly, trying to keep the fear at bay. But it’s there — hidden within the depths of the blue oasis that are her eyes, and that makes my cock rock hard. “And you’re going to regret it right now.”
“What are you going to do to me, Soren?”
Oh, the sweet way she says my name makes me want to rip her clothes right off and fuck her senseless against this tree. But that’s not how this will go. I want the fear instilled in her; I want her to be a terrified, crying mess for me. I want her to submit to my own twisted, sick desires and thrive in them.
“Oh, Princess,” I coo softly, leaning in and licking the spot I bit a moment ago. My teeth mark is there, and the flesh around it started bruising. Seeing her wear that mark on her makes all reason vanish from my mind, and all I can focus on is trying to figure out how many of my marks I can put on her. “I’m going to give you a chance.”
Sophia swallows, and I pull away, looking at her.
“A chance?”
“Yes,” I tighten my grip on her throat. “Everyone’s on a break for the next hour. We’re all alone. You can run. I’ll even give you a head start. If I don’t find you within the next fifteen minutes, I won’t do anything. I’ll let this tattoo incident go away.”
Her eyes narrow, and suspicion grows on her face. She looks at me for a moment, without uttering a word. I see the gears turning in her mind, and she’s deeply contemplating the deal.
She sucks in a deep breath. “What if you find me?”
A smirk tugs on my lips. “You’d better pray that I don’t. Because when I find you, I am going to fuck you right then and there.”
SIXTEEN
Sophia makes a run for it.
There’s nowhere for her to hide, though. If she goes the opposite direction, she’ll reach the end of the camp and see Mike or any of the other employees. Then, she’ll have to explain what she’s done for me to be chasing her. In fact, I think she’ll avoid having to say it out loud, because God knows what kind of punishment she’d face if the Dean or the Headmaster were to find out she spiked my drink.
Her footsteps fade into the distance, and a small smirk tugs on her corners of my lips. It’s been a while since I’ve had a decent partner to chase around, and despite the hatred I have for this bitch, she stirs something inside of me. Something that makes me want to chase and ruin everything that she is.
I let her have the advantage for a couple of minutes, then start walking in the direction she went. My movements are slow, branches snapping beneath my shoes as I walk. The more I walk into the woods, the farther the camp is, which is just fucking perfect.
All around me are trees, fallen leaves on the ground in various shades of deep orange, brown, and yellow. The scent of the forest fills my senses, and I take a moment to compose myself.
It feels as though I’m about to burst with excitement. The grin doesn’t leave my face as I continue walking slowly. I want her to try and hide, to try and escape me because what she doesn’t know is that the entirety of the woods falls under the camp’s land, and it’s surrounded by a big gate.
There’s nowhere for her to hide, unless somehow, she manages to climb over a twenty-foot-tall metal gate and get to the other side unharmed.
“Oh, Sophia,” I call out in a singing voice. Stubborn silence greets me back, and I shake my head. My eyes skim around, and the majority of the trees are thick enough for her to hide behind. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.”
She doesn’t respond, of course, and I don’t expect her to. The day is chilly, the clouds are thick and dark, and although it’s still relatively early in the day, the trees thicken overhead, making it seem dark.
As much as it kills me to admit, Sophia’s mind is extraordinary. The intelligence she has is one of a kind, and that’s why we’ve always butted heads. However, surviving in the wild isn’t something she’s capable of. In fact, I’m giving her ten more minutes before she reveals herself accidentally.
I look up at the high trees, just in case. Sophia hasn’t climbed the trees; she isn’t the athletic type. Then again, there are quite a few things I don’t know about her, and perhaps, she’ll still be able to surprise me.
My chest still aches from the tattoo, and it hurts more than any other tattoo I’ve gotten. I have over fifty, and none ever hurt thismuch. Sophia probably pushed the needle too far into the skin, and that’ll just make the healing process worse.
The bitch.
As soon as it heals, I’ll go get a removal or a cover-up. I do not want this woman’s name on my chest, or anywhere on my body, for that matter. Especially not in such a degrading and humiliating way.
