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“I’m going to fuck you senseless,” he whispers, speaking into my ear now. “I’ll have you begging for a hand on your neck. My fingers in your pretty mouth. My spit on your pussy. I’m going to make you claw the shit out of my back. I’m going to have you pleading for more because nothing is ever enough for such a needy whore, is it?”

“Everett.”

“You’ll scream for me. Sweat for me. You won’t recognize yourself—or me. We’ll both do the ridiculous, nasty shit we never thought we could do with another person.”

“Show me,” I request, placing my hand on his forearm, touching his skin. “Give me what I need and take what you need too.”

“Take what I need?” His eyebrows rise. He blinks. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” And both of us know exactly what’s coming.

Smiling, Everett nuzzles his nose in my hair. He inhales, sighs, and murmurs, “Then, princess…” before he kisses my forehead and whispers a command he’s given me before: “Run.”

Thirty-Seven

EVERETT

Pine needles crunch beneathmy feet and I’m genuinely terrified by the idea of Cora’s bare, naked body enduring any scratches, but at the same time, I am so alive.

I am so fucking alive right now.

She’s a blur of tan skin and black hair weaving through the gaps in the trees. Her body moves like a flame dancing on its wick, quick and unpredictable, dangerous and ephemeral all at once. She glances back to find me a few yards behind her, and her expression drips with excitement.

She loves this as much as I do.

I could catch her. I could have her pinned underneath me right now, squirming in the dirt. She’s little and I’m not. I’ve camped here for over a decade and know this part of the woods like the back of my hand. She’s been camping, like, twice, apparently. But watching Cora move sends my blood pumping.

The sun is setting through the trees, and night comes on quickly in this part of the state. The air is thinner. Colder. The chase feels more real.

When she rounds a bend, I pick up speed. I want to be close. I want her to hear me when I whisper,My fucking cunt to take when I want it.I reach out and graze Cora’s back with my fingertips, eliciting a gasp.

She runs faster, exceedingly determined as usual. I let her gain some distance, admiring the view of her body. She glances back again, and seeing the renewed distance between us, she lets out a triumphant laugh before flipping me off. Then she disappears behind a thick row of tulip poplars. When I round the trail past them, I don’t see her.

“Princess?” I call out, panting as I come to a standstill. “Aw, baby, did you hide?”

I almost miss the flash of movement in my periphery, but somehow, I have the wherewithal to dodge. Cora nearly hits her target—my goddamn back—but ends up dangling over my shoulder.

The little hellion tried totackle me.

Getting my bearings, I grab for a handful of her hair, but she evades me and tries to run again. This time, I don’t let her get far.

The scream she releases when I lunge and grab her around the waist isn’t a scream of terror but frustration.I love it. I love when she’s worked up like this—when she detests me.

We tumble into the mossy dirt lining the trail with me on top of her, and Cora starts thrashing immediately.

“Fuck you,” she grits when I flip her onto her back.

Her breasts and stomach are filthy and pink, flushed with sweat and rose. With her wrists pinned under my hands, she’s not going anywhere. Satisfied, I dip down and lick her cheek and her temple, not being precious about it. I lick her like a wolf testing its prey—and she spits in my fucking face.

I freeze—and so does she.

Cora is wide eyed, watching as I release one of her wrists and slide my index finger over my cheek where I find her saliva.

She inhales and holds her breath—and for the first time, she’s wondering if she crossed a line.

When I take my saliva-slick finger and stick it in my mouth, watching her as I suck my finger like a popsicle melting in the dead of summer, she gets her answer.

Never.

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