"Hi," she squeaks, wringing her hands together. "Um. I just…came to say bye. I have things."
"Things?" I cock a brow, wiping sweat from my forehead.
"Y-yes. Work and stuff," she mumbles, her eyes locked on my cock. "Things."
She's begging to be fucked right now.
I take a step toward her.
She squeaks and jumps backward.
My eyes narrow on her face, something unholy shifting through me. Is she trying to run from me?
I take another deliberate step in her direction.
She backs away again.
"Stay right there, baby girl," I warn her, my voice soft. "If I have to chase you down, you aren't making it to work on time today. You might not even be able to walk."
"But…but…"
"Stay right there."
She gulps, the pulse in her throat fluttering so hard I can see it from here. Christ. I want to taste the way it races while she's screaming for me.
I take another step toward her.
Her body practically vibrates. I know she's going to run. I want her to run, just so I can show her what happens when she does. But I don't know when to expect it. She's always been braver than she realizes.
She manages to stand her ground until I'm two steps away.
I don't think she even thinks about it. She just bolts, fleeing down the hall as fast as she can in her modest little heels.
I let her have a headstart, give her time to think that she might actually make it, that she's going to outrun me.
She isn't. I've spent two decades running five miles every morning. I doubt she's ever even jogged a day in her life.
My hand slams against the front door right as she wrenches it open, slamming it closed again.
She whimpers, her body plastered to it. I press against her, making her watch as I flip the lock. My teeth sink into the side of her throat, just hard enough to shock her.
"I warned you not to run," I breathe in her ear.
"I'm sorry!" she sobs, her whole body shuddering against the door.
I wrench her away from it, hauling her up over my shoulder. My hand comes down on her ass in a hard smack, making her jerk and moan.
I smack her ass again as I storm back down the hall, not stopping until she's flying through the air.
My hand is behind her head before she lands, easing her down on the bed. Her wide eyes meet mine, so dilated with desire, they're my favorite shade of midnight.
"Did you really think you could outrun me?" I ask, yanking her shirt up to reveal her tits. Her skirt comes up too, her panties shredding in my hands.
"Yes. No," she sobs, already arching for me, already soaked for me. "I'm sorry!"
"What'd I tell you?" My teeth close around her nipple. "You don't ever apologize for making my cock this fucking hard."
She sobs wordlessly, her back bowing from the bed. Goddamn. She's beautiful when she's desperate to be ruined, all pink and quivering and sweet.
