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“We’ll see. You’re slow, Maddox,” I taunted, swerving around a tree and smacking against him.

He cupped my throat, pressing me against the tree, his finger sliding down until he was rubbing me over my underwear.

“Look at you. You dirty Little Poison.” I gasped when he tugged it down, his fingers so close yet so far.

“Touch me.”

He moved his fingers further.

“So fucking wet and swollen already, and we haven’t even started.”

I gasped when he moved his fingers in a soft circle, applying just enough pressure to make my legs tremble.

I was so close to coming when he took his hand away and spanked me. I looked at his masked face, my breath breaking into a gasp.

“Run, and this time, when I catch you…”

“I don’t want to run. I want to—” His finger dug into my pulse, and I saw darkness and stars.

“Hush. Run.”

Grumbling, I pulled away and ran. Faster.

After a few minutes, his hand was on my hair. I groaned when he pulled me against his body, and his hand clamped down on my shoulder.

“Gotcha, you evil bitch.”

The rush of adrenaline instantly drained.

Someone out there definitely hates me.

“Hello.”

“Don’t scream or I’ll kill you.”

“What wonderful timing,” I said with a groan.

“Are you…” his voice dipped lower as he tightened his grip, studying my dress. “So… you’re fucking him? I always knew you’re insane, but this…”

“It’s ironically funny how you question my morality when you’re trying to murder me.”

“Well, they say it’s okay if the one who reads the words is a devil, as long as it’s holy words.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “Sheila said…”

“Sheila should learn when to shut the fuck up. I finished my surgery and came right back for you,” Declan said with a shrug. “Oh, and your boy toy won’t be coming to save you.”

“I never needed anyone to save me. You know it better than anyone.”

His frown deepened, and I saw a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

“How are you going to fight me, Diya? You’re only good at crushing your pretty little flowers and feeding them to a man who was already tied to a chair.”

“I didn’t tie him to a chair. I tied him to a table.”

I should shut the fuck up.

I quickly scanned the surroundings, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.