That is until I fire a bullet into the tree above her head, and her scream rattles my bones.
Tiny shoulders visibly tighten up as the remaining sound eerily travels into the darkness. It’s no match for the bass of my voice travelling into the open. “I am nothing but a man of my word, aren’t I, darling?”
Her wide eyes snap to me, and the little shit doesn’t think twice as she makes a run for it.
Silly girl.
My heart races as I chase after her, the material of her jacket not allowing her to turn around to see how close I am. I gain on her within seconds, though I must admit, she’s like a fucking whippet.
If it wasn’t for the snow slowing her down, I’d have my work cut out for me.
My fingertips brush her hood, and when I manage to get a fistful, I yank her backwards into my chest, boots skidding in the snow as I capture her in my arms.
We’re both panting, and it’s not with the cardio; it’s for what’s to come.
Tossing the gun to the side, I whip her in my hold to face me, her wide, electric eyes gazing up at me. “You can’t strip me, Saint, it’s too fucking—”
My hand clamps over her mouth to silence her protests, teeth dragging over my bottom lip. “If I want your bare ass lying in that snow, it fucking will. You know why?”
Her hot breath steams against my palm, and I slowly drag it from her mouth, thumb pulling her bottom lip as it does.
“Why?” she breathes, eyes filling with star-hungry desire as her hooded gaze holds me in place.
“Because that’s what my good girl does for me.”
Her needy whimper has my cock twitching, and I slam my lips to hers, kissing her ferociously as her hands dip under my jacket, chilled little paws slinking up my torso, dragging her nails back down it.
My lips tug to the side, and I pull away just enough to stare at her, the lingering taste of her drugging me still on me. “Walk over to that tree and show me how wet you are.”
She hesitates before doing what I ask, leaning her back against the tree, gaze holding mine as she slowly undoes her button, and then the zip. Her rosy cheeks flush like fire as she hooks her fingers into her waist band, slowly dragging it down to the middle of her thighs.
I groan whilst rooted to the spot, despite the tension in my own zipper as I watch the rise and fall of her shoulders. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, dipping her hand between her thighs. I’m paralysed in fascination as she runs a finger through her slit.
When she lifts it, showing me the pale flesh of her pad glistening in the dipping light, my voice comes out strangled. “Make yourself come for me, Indie.”
She looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “S-Saint.”
“Don’t make me ask again, darling. I don’t like repeating myself.”
A puff of air leaves her lips, and I watch her swallow, eyes conflicted, then she squeezes them shut.
“No. Eyes on me.”
They snap wide with the sound of my voice. I’m not letting her get off that easy. Just because it’s her hand and not mine, she’ll still fucking watch me.
Her hand dips between her thighs again, circling and stroking as the clouds of white come in quick succession through her lips.
My restraint is hanging by a fucking thread when she begins to moan out my name.
I want to fill this whole fucking forest with it, like a haunting and feverish chant.
I need it so loud, it could wake the fucking dead.
Each of her calls beckon me a foot closer, until she’s inches from me, thighs trembling. “Saint, please.”
I drag down the zip of her jacket, hands moving to cage her in as she arches her neck backwards to look up at me.
“Keep going for me,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to her lips.
