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I shove those thoughts away. There will be time later for ruminating over my mistakes. For now, I need the comfort.

I need the safety, and isn’t that so strange to think of in relation to Chase Vicious?

“I’m not going to die,” I whisper. “I thought I was. I thought…” I shake my head, leaning forward to kiss him again because I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get out of my head.

I open my mouth for him, and he plunges his tongue inside my mouth. I suck on it eagerly, just to get more of him, just to feel like I’m alive.

“You’re not going to die,” Chase agrees when he pulls away. He looks me directly in the eyes. “Ah-May… When I got your call, I was terrified of never seeing you again.” He laughs brittly. “I’m surprised you called me at all. Grateful, but surprised.”

I fall silent for a moment. I know he wants me to say something like, ‘I realized how much I love you’ or ‘I needed you,’ but the simple truth is that I didn’t know who else to call.

“Thank you for coming for me,” I finally say instead. “I didn’t know if you would. I thought…” I swallow hard, and dread and some strange desire linger in my voice when I ask, “Are you going to punish me?”

Like there’s no question about whether I’m going back to him.

Chase stares at me. His hands are heavy on my hips. “Do you want me to?”

“Not like… right now,” I say with a nervous laugh. I run a bloody hand through my hair, grimacing.

“I’ll whip you or spank you whenever you want,” Chase answers. He bends forward to lean his head against my chest. “You don’t need an excuse to ask me to hurt you, Ah-May.”

“This doesn’t mean I’m going to have a personality transplant and suddenly become… Stef,” I say, shuddering.

“I absolutely don’t want you to be like Stef,” Chase says. “Why are we talking about her? I only want you.” He kisses my chest gently. “I want you in my home, sewing your costumes, making me watch silly anime, arguing with me and moaning when I hurt you.”

I take a deep breath, gingerly touching the back of his head. “I just don’t want you to think I’m going to be some fuckdoll. I’m still going to fight you, Chase.”

Why, I don’t even know for sure. I just know that I can’t give in, not completely.

Not yet.

“I’m going to tie you down and bring you so much pain.” Chase’s fingers dig into my still-bruised ass. I scoot closer to him, and I shudder when I feel the swell of his cock against my cunt.

I reach for his wrist and move it from my hip over to my belly, right over the cut. “Touch it,” I whisper to him. “Make me feel it.”

I feel sick and wrong and twisted for the desire, but I want to associate it with him. Not the doctor who’d started trying to open me up, not Jake the fucking lender, not…

No, I’m not letting my thoughts drift in that direction, no matter how much my brain is screaming at me to face reality.

I’m not ready to, not yet.

Chase’s breath hitches, and I definitely feel his cock pulse. “Yes,” he whispers, pressing his thumb against the wound. Blood trickles out, and Chase smears it across my skin.

This is so dangerous. This is so stupid.

But I don’t care.

“When we’re back home, and you’re healed,” Chase murmurs, pushing deeper into the wound. I groan at the hot flare of pain. “I’m going to cut you. I’ll scar you, right here, and turn this into my mark.”

I swallow hard, biting my bottom lip as the thought of it races through me. “Yes,” I whisper. I don’t know why I’m agreeing. It doesn’t matter if I didn’t agree. He’d tie me down and do it anyway, just like he has every other time. I can’t figure out how I feel about that, but I don’t really want to say no.

Chase digs his finger into my side, just beside the cut, and bites down on my shoulder. It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but I moan and grind my cunt against him.

“How long do we have?” I ask raggedly. “Before… Before anyone’s here.”

Because I need him like I’ve never needed anyone or anything before. I need him to touch me, and I need him inside of me. It’s stupid. Someone just tried to cut me up for parts, and the escape had been the most terrifying thing of my life. But I guess the adrenaline just keeps racing through me because I am as turned on as I ever am with Chase.

Chase laughs. “How long were we running? How far did the river take us?” He moves to grip my ass again, smearing blood all over me, and lifts my hips. “I want you so much, Ah-May.”

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