The thought of the engraved words on my flesh makes me angry all over again, and after a couple of minutes, I get serious. I start looking for her, light on my feet, trying my best to be as silent as possible.
That’s when I catch a glimpse of the pink bow in the corner of my eye. A lazy smirk tugs on my lips, and when I turn around, I spot her. She’s running away toward the deeper, darker parts of the forest, glancing back from time to time.
There’s a significant distance between us, and the moment her eyes find mine, she picks up the pace.
That’s my cue to start running. The wind is harsh, but the adrenaline pumping in my veins means I don’t feel a goddamn thing. All my focus is on her, and the more she runs, the harder my cock gets.
Her blonde hair fell out of the ponytail a while ago, the bow dangling off the ends of her silken strands. She’s running as fast as she possibly can, but she’s unfamiliar with the territory, and she can’t outrun me.
I’m getting closer, and I can smell the perfume. It’s vanilla that’s somehow becoming one of my favorite scents. It’s bland, it doesn’t have anything unique about it, yet whenever I think of vanilla, Sophia comes to mind. It suits her.
I stretch out my arms, and they clasp around her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. A scream pierces through the woods, and Iquickly put my palm over her mouth, silencing her. Slowly, I drag her behind one of the thicker trees, my lips right next to her ear.
“Caught you, Princess,” I murmur, feeling goosebumps rise on her soft skin. “There’s nowhere for you to run anymore. You’re all mine now.”
“Let go of me, you bastard!” Her words are muffled by my palm, and she tries to shake me off, desperately kicking her feet. It makes this scene hilarious because all she’s doing is dangling her feet in the air.
“Oh, but that wasn’t the deal, now, was it?” I chuckle. “I’ll let you speak if you promise you won’t scream. Can you do that?”
There’s a beat of silence. I feel her chest rise and fall with each labored breath she takes, then she nods, albeit reluctantly. Slowly, I withdraw my hand from her mouth and spin her around.
Her eyes are blazing with fury, looking at me as if I’m the object of all her hatred. That only makes me want to fuck her so much harder. She doesn’t know just how much she’s turning me on.
“You need to let me go, Soren,” she breathes out.
Her cheeks are flushed from the wind and the running, her lips rosy. She’s still panting, trying to catch her breath, and that’s when she truly strikes. Well — tries to.
Sophia lifts her knee, aiming for my crotch area. Unfortunately for her, I saw that one coming from a mile away. I grip her knee right before it connects with my throbbing cock, and she scowls at me.
Easily, I push it down, then grab both of her arms, pinning them above her head. Her eyes widen, and she swallows visibly. Anxiety, mixed with nervousness, overwhelms her usually soft features, and she’s at a loss for words.
“That wasn’t very nice,” I mock, leaning in, letting my breath fan her lips. “You wanted to hurt me.”
“And right now, I want to kill you, you rotten bastard.”
“That word needs to go, Princess,” I tighten my grip on her wrists, and she writhes, trying to set herself free. “It’s been going on for far too long.”
Sophia’s starting to get very, very angry. She bares her teeth at me, growling a little. “But it’s the only word to perfectly capture who you are as a person.”
“You’re a brat,” I narrow my eyes. I readjust my grip on her wrists, pinning them harshly above her head, and hold her with one hand. The other one slowly travels down her sides, and I watch as she struggles to breathe. Her eyes don’t leave mine, and the fact that she’s like a little scared lamb only makes me want to prolong this torture.
“And you’re a damned bastard.”
I make a tsk-ing sound, shaking my head. “You never learn, do you, Princess?”
Sophia’s body trembles when I push my hand underneath the jacket and her shirt, her eyes closing momentarily. When she opens her eyes again, there’s something within the gaze that rattles me.
This time, I don’t react in time. Sophia tries to shake me off again and ends up kneeing my stomach. It doesn’t hurt as much as she’d hoped it would, but it’s enough to knock me off balance.
My grasp on her falters, and she uses the opportunity to flee. However, I’m right behind her. The chase is getting rather interesting, and the excitement is blooming in my chest.
Sophia trips on a branch that’s hidden beneath the fallen leaves, and it’s just in time for me to push her to the ground. She falls on her hands and knees and quickly turns around.
Sophia starts crawling backwards, eyes filled with hatred. This is the messiest I’ve ever seen her. She’s always perfect, like a Bratz doll. Hair perfect, makeup to accentuate her features, and clothes that costmore than most people’s yearly wage, and she looks fucking edible.
I kick her legs apart, stepping between them, just as her back hits a tree. I crouch down to her level, brushing a fallen strand of her hair behind her ear. She doesn’t flinch, but she’s definitely nervous.
“My, my,” I whisper, leaning in. “You look rather cute like this. My own, personal, little prey. Should I devour you?”
