Page 95 of Little Blue

I can’t believe I’m doing this…

My hand is on the handle now. It’s trembling. Outside the car, Maleficent is watching me like she knows what I’m about to do. Senses it. And—goodness, I think she’s game for it.

I open the door as quietly as I can, then I step out of the car. My heart is pounding so hard, I can hear every thud, every whoosh of blood, between my ears.

No one has noticed me yet.

“Come,” I call quietly to Maleficent. And then I run.

I’m almost to the corner of the house when a word I recognize as a Russian curse splits the night, and then I hear snow crunching as my captor pursues me. I push harder, faster, thankful for the years I spent running as a way to keep myself fit. Beside me, Maleficent keeps pace. Her ebony hair glows cool under moonlight now, as we crest the trees, slipping under the cover of their foreboding shadow.

Ilya isn’t far behind me, I sense. His hot, heavy, angry breaths taunt me as I push harder through the maze of forest. Maleficent never leaves me, the puff of her breaths steady in the otherwise quiet night, disturbed only by my own ragged gasps and Ilya’s determined strides.

He's gaining on me.

Anticipation lurches inside my core, a storm.

I feel fingertips graze my back, grabbing onto the fabric of my jacket.

I scream. It’s delighted and fearful at the same time. A rush of emotion I’ve never felt blended quite like this. If I’m not careful, I could grow addicted to this.

“Stop,” Ilya commands.

I giggle an anxious sound as I slip out of my jacket and begin to run again. I don’t get more than a few steps before his arm is banded around my belly. Hot breath dances over my ear as he growls, “Enough.” He gives me a rough shake of warning. “You’ll freeze out here.”

I’ve not pushed him nearly far enough to make him take this where I want it to go. Even though I can feel the slam of his violent heart in my back, and the quake of his arms around my belly, he’s not yet at that point of shattered control.

Determined to push him there, I begin to fight in his arms. Slamming my hips back into him, I land an elbow into his side, earning a grunt. And another decadent, animal sounding growl has a shiver pulsing through my body that has nothing to do with the cold. Digging my boots into the snow bedding the forest floor, I try to propel myself from his hold. In response, Ilya swipes my feet from under me and I land, my hands in the icy cold.

I hardly notice the bite of tiny ice crystals in my skin as Ilya drops to his knees behind me. His big hands grip my hips in violent possession that thrills the part of me this dark man awakened when he stole me.

“I told you I’d chase you if you ran,” he growls low. The threat that rumbles like a quake through my body is something I can’t miss.

My core heats.

We’re nearly there.

“Do you remember what happened the last time you tried to put distance between us, Little Blue?” he demands coolly.

“Yes,” I gasp.

“I thought we were getting somewhere. That you were happy.” Hurt taints the anger in his voice.

My heart rattles in my chest. “Ilya.”

Hurting him hadn’t been my intention.

“I thought—fuck—” he bites out as he wraps my hair around his fist, tugging me up onto my knees in front of him. His hot breath sears the side of my neck, and his fingers twist tighter in my hair. “I should punish you.”

“Do it,” I challenge breathlessly. “Punish me.”

With one hand in my hair, holding my head back with an edge of violence, he nips the flesh he’s exposed. With his other hand, he rounds my hip to the soft flat of my lower belly. When his fingers curl his hand into a fist, that he presses into my belly, tugging me forcefully back into his chest—I feel the hardness of his arousal.

My core pulses. My breath catches.

Need drives higher within me. An arc of brilliant flame I have no hope of dousing.

“Did you like it so much when I punished you before?” His hand splays wide, palming my belly in a way that makes me feel deliciously owned, and craved beyond sanity. His lips move against the tender skin below my ear. “Did you like it when I tied you up and made you unravel for me?” He inhales the scent of me deep into his lungs, his hand moving lower over my gown, to the core of me. “Did you like it when I fucked your pink hole with my fingers, my thumb?” I bite my lip to deny him my moan. “Do you crave the hot splash of my cum on your wet little pussy?”

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