Page 46 of Rat Race

The thought of them chasing me down the maze hallways in nothing but underwear and the promise of what they would do to me when they caught me was quickly becoming my newest fantasy.

“Well, too bad,” I hissed and used all my strength to push at their chest.

They didn’t even budge.Fuck, my pussy’s throbbing.

I wanted them to use that strength on me.

“Don’t you know what game you’re in?” I asked. “People don’t come here to act nice, Cam. I thought you’d know that, coming from a Legacy family and all. What will Mommy and Daddy think when they see this replay, huh? Do you think they’ll be proud of what a coward their daughter was?—”

I was cut off by Cam’s large forearm pushing against my neck. The rudeness of it felt like ice cold water had been poured on me. I gasped for air. Tried to kick them. But all they did was lean closer.

I could try all I want, but there was nothing I could do. I was fully and completely under their control.

Fear.

They had actually succeeded in doing something so unexpected that itscaredme.

And completely turned me on.

“You think just because I won’t kill anyone that I can’t?”

Their breath was warm across my face. Their lips centimeters from my lips. I darted my tongue out, unable to hold myself back from the need to taste them, and was able to brush across their soft lips before she moved back ever so slightly.

Fuck.My stomach twisted as they applied more pressure to my neck.Am I really getting turned on by them choking me out in the middle of the maze?

There was no doubt I was. Even more so, the weight of millions of people watching had me wanting more. It was like the channel on crack.

I might have fantasized about this before, but it could never compare to actually feeling it. My head was spinning, my breath was catching, sweat was dripping from the back of my neck.

The coolness of the stone walls of the maze did nothing to calm my heated skin. Or to make me think twice about what I was going to do.

“You lack the balls,” I forced out.

Their eyes narrowed at me.This was the real Cam.The one who had been trained their whole life to kill in the Games. The one who wouldn’t hesitate to end anyone who got in their way.

“You’d think a pretty thing like yourself would have some fuckin’ manners. I saved your life.”

“And for what?” I asked. Lifting my face as much as I could. But just as our lips were about to brush, they pulled away. “You seem to just be collecting uspretty little things.”

“You’re jealous,” they accused with a breathy chuckle that went straight to my cunt. Wetness had already been pooling in my underwear since the moment they pushed me against the hard maze wall, and with each second, my body’s reaction was becoming more and more indecent.

I pushed against their arm.

“Fuck you. I don’t get jealous?—”

“Manners, darlin’,” they warned, their face leaning close enough that their lips were at my ear. “Or I may just have to teach you a lesson about talkin’ back to me.”

Their free hand was at my waist, the heat of their fingers seeping through to my skin. I couldn’t conceal the shudder.

People are watching, put on a show.

Normally, I would have been able to. I was a fucking star in front of the camera. But Cam’s overwhelming presence had rendered me unable to pay attention to anything but them.

They pulled away, gauging my reaction. Their hand moved further down to the edge of my skirt. I didn’t know it was possible for my heart to beat faster. Didn’t know it was possible for my body to yearn so badly for someone I didn’t know.

I want them to fuck me.More than that, I wanted them to destroy me and have all the viewers watch it. I wanted it recorded so that later, when we were out of the maze, they could play back the scene and fuck me even harder to it.

“Is that why you’re acting out like this?” they purred. “Are you needy for my attention? Needing me to please you?”

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