Page 70 of Monstrous Urges

A malicious pulse of darkness.

A tingling sensation at the base of my neck, as if claws are inches away from snaring me.

Oh God…

“Wonderful.”

My spine snaps rigid. My eyes bulge wide as his deep, malevolent voice stabs me through the heart.

“I was so hoping you’d try to run.”

I gasp sharply as his presence, his wrath, and the slightly spicy, clean scent of him hovers right at my back. A scream lodges in my throat as I feel the cool, lethal edge of a blade drag seductively up the side of my neck.

“I’ll count to three, my little slut,” he growls quietly. “That’s all you get.”

My core clenches. My skin ripples with an electric energy that throbs through my entire body. My breath catches as the blade slowly slips away from my skin.

“One…”

And I run.

I run like the devil himself is about to chase me.

“Two…”

The voice rasps out of the shadows, over the thudding of my heart as I bolt into the night.

“Three.”

Adrenaline spikes through my veins as I pelt headlong through the darkness. Deep down, I know that there’s nowhere really to go. No means of escape. I can’t outrun him forever.

Still, my survival instinct kicks in, forcing my legs to pump and my bare feet to dig into the grassy ground and propel me forward.

“So…”

I gasp sharply at the voice barely a few feet away in the inky darkness of the night. I veer left, away from the snarled tone, my lungs burning.

“Fucking…”

I shriek, veering right this time and barely dodging a tree branch as the voice snarls again in the blackness.

“Noisy.”

Pure fear vibrates through my body as I hurl myself into the dark, my pulse thudding in my ears.

Except… That’s a lie.

A malicious, malignant little lie.

It’s not pure fear that I feel coursing through my veins. And it’s not just my body’s natural reaction to dump adrenaline into my system. It’s something else, too. Something I’m horrified to even admit to myself.

And as much as my psyche tries to keep it locked down under the floorboards, there’s no stopping it as it creeps to the surface.

Excitement.

The feeling I have as Drazen’s powerful footsteps pound after mine through the darkness, and as I hear the rasp of his breath, and almost feel the wind of his fingertips clawing out to me from the night, is excitement.

Chase me.

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