Page 20 of Theirs to Chase

He looks at me, expecting me to reply. Thoughts churn in my mind, unsure of what to think or do. Am I really that paranoid for believing he’s the bad guy?

Just at that second, I spot the doll beside us—the one disturbingly replicating Elias.

“W-who are all these dolls?” I ask.

In an instant, his demeanor shifts. The tender mask he had slips away, replaced by a simmering agitation. His deep, greeneyes darken with an intensity that matches the pounding in my head. There’s nowhere for me to go.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” he repeats.

Now, his hand trails toward my throat, squeezing lightly in a grip that isn’t enough to kill me, but it sparks a primal urge within me. Oh god, why am I so turned on by the dangerous allure that he is?

A whimper escapes as he pulls me closer, holding me tighter as he embraces me.

“Shhh.”

He feels like a looming statue before me, his existence threatening mine, like a predator does its prey. I can’t stop my eyes from roving over his body, from how his shirt clings to his muscles, pressed taut against it. The sudden urge to run my hand up his torso overwhelms me, and I stagger back until I realize I can’t because of the window. The glass rattles behind me, sending my heart into a whirlwind at the fear of it breaking—it would send me plummeting to my death down the hill, and the mere thought of the pain it’d bring makes me nauseous.

He leans closer to my ear, and I try to push at his shoulders to shove him out of my way, but he’s like that statue, unmoving and heavier than me. A low growl rumbles from deep within his chest, and I find my legs instinctively crossing in a futile attempt to stem the rising arousal within.

Without another word, his knee forces my legs apart, and an overwhelming wave of pleasure washes over me at having his kneeright fucking there. I swallow the moan threatening to escape, determined not to give him the satisfaction. But as his knee hikes higher between my thighs, the unwanted sound slips from my lips at the visceral sensations tearing through me.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispers.

“Go to hell,” I spit out.

“We’re already there, sweetheart,” he ominously says themoment a creaking sound is heard from underneath us.

My heart stalls as he shifts his thigh to gently press against my clit, and a pleasure flutters in my abdomen, even as suspicion coats my tongue. His hand slips to my hips, forcing me to grind against him.

“Answer me,” I breathe, struggling to stay composed.

“You’re not the one in command. And I decided that you’re not worthy of answers.”

Then, he continues to force my hips to grind against his thigh, hands digging into my skin, until he’s no longer forcing me. I’m doing it of my own volition, craving the sweetness.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he growls, and that flutter of heat intensifies inside me. “Grinding my thigh,” he coos. “Are you a dirty little whore, desperate for my cock?”

I’m close to coming as I keep grinding against him, needing that sweet release.

“Ask me to come,” he commands, hands coming up to squeeze my nipples.

“I won’t ask you for shit.”

He slaps them, causing me to cry out, before his hands are suddenly on my hips again, stopping all motions. He lowers his knee, and my body instantly misses the intensity. I whimper at the loss of contact, only now realizing how close I was to actually coming, which he seemed to notice even before me.

“P-please, make me come,” I stutter like a desperate little whore, begging for more when he’s denying me it.

“Too fucking late,” he grumbles, instantly taking a step back.

I’m panting, chest heaving from the arousal dripping down my legs. He notices, a grin teasing at his lips as he leans closer. I expect him to do anything else than use his finger to wipe up my wetness, popping it into his mouth with a satisfied hum.

“I’m getting out of here,” I angrily mutter, moving to get past him, but he’s like a mountain blocking my way. “Get out of myfucking way.”

“There’s no way out now, sweetheart.” His shoulders shake with silent laughter.

“What do you mean?” I ask, my mouth drying.

“You gave up your freedom the moment you stepped into this house. Into the amusement park, to be exact.”

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