Page 48 of Wild Pitch

Hearing her backstory and fully understanding the kind of upbringing she had brought everything full circle for me. In Boston, she just wanted to have an evening of fun and freedom for herself. Not giving personal details was her way of taking control of the situation. While it threw me off back then, now I get it.

Her first night in Daytona, I was taken aback by how unimpressed she was with my condo. I chalked it up to just being her bitchy persona, but that wasn’t it at all. Shegrew up with the best of everything, so when she saw my lifestyle, it was nothing she hadn’t already been around since the day she was born.

Finding out about her past also explained her behavior on the night of our first charity function. I played it over and over in my head, trying to understand why she was able to change her demeanor as if a switch had been flipped, even though I had upset her on the way over. My sweet girl spent her life acting in front of people who were nothing like her, putting on a show because she wanted to make her parents happy. Looking back, I feel like an asshole for asking her to do the same, but from here on out, I vow to make sure she never feels like she needs to be anyone but herself ever again. I love her exactly as she is, and so does everyone who’s crossed her path since the day she left California.

“The stadium? Really?Thisis how you’re wasting your reward?” she says, making me spin around to where she’s standing thirty yards away. She looks absolutely gorgeous in a tight black cotton dress, complete with a pair of white Air Force Ones. Her long, dark hair is hanging over her shoulders in waves, and although she’s wearing very little makeup, I’ve never seen her more beautiful than she is right now.

“Oh, Mayhem,” I drawl as a smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth. I want to walk over and touch her, but I need to keep some distance between us. If she consents to this, I need to give her a little room to run. “I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather do this than right here in the dirt that makes me feel the most powerful.”

She quirks a brow. “Oh yeah? You want to let me in on why we’re here?”

“I’m glad you asked,” I reply, walking toward the wall that houses the main breaker. “I thought we could play a little bit.”

“Play?” She exhales harshly, letting me know she’s aware ofexactlywhat I’m thinking. I’d be crazy to assume she couldn’t feel the energy as it leaves my body.

“Mhmm,” I hum. “For tonight, I want you to be completely mine. To let me do whatever my instincts tell me to do. As always, if either of us says stop, we stop. Otherwise, anything goes.”

I watch as her breath hitches, her chest moving up and down rapidly as she becomes more aroused. As nervous as I was that she wouldn’t want to go along with my plan, I should’ve known this would be her reaction. But I need the words from her.

“Yes,” she says quietly.

A devious grin spreads across my face. “Any limits you have before we start?”

She swallows thickly, shaking her head. “No.” She knows she just has to say the word and it’ll all end, so I’m okay with her response.

“Good,” I reply, flipping the door to the breaker box open and pulling down on the lever, shrouding the entire stadium in complete darkness. “You better run, sweet thing. Because if I catch you, I fuck you.”

She freezes for a second, then I hear her back up a couple of steps before she turns and takes off. The light of the moon illuminates her silhouette just enough for me to see the direction she turns in, but once she’s out of sight, I’m relying on all my other senses to find her. I give her a little while to get away, but when I hear nothing but the blood pumping between my ears, I begin my hunt.

She’s spent enough time on the lower levels of the stadium that she knows her way around this particular area, but not as well as I do. I could navigate this place in my sleep. All I need to do is find her, and then she’s mine to do whatever I please.

I start walking the way she ran, trying as hard as I can to stay light on my feet in case she makes any noise. The smell of her perfume still lingers in the air, but it’s weak. I turn in the opposite direction of the door she entered, taking my chances that she’s headed toward the field.

“Mayhem,” I sing darkly. “Why don’t you come out? I promise to take it easy on you if you give yourself to me.” She knows that’s a lie just as much as I know she’d never reveal herself that easily, and the thought of what I’ll do once I find her makes my heart race in my chest. I can feel my blood hammering against every pulse point in my body as I continue searching, trying to focus on what little of my surroundings I can see for clues. I put my nose in the air, inhaling to see if I’m even moving in the right direction, but it’s not her signature perfume that permeates around me.

It's her cunt.

“Baby,” I say in a taunting voice. “I know you’re here somewhere. I can smell how wet you are. That poor, aching pussy of yours is begging you to stop hiding and let me rip her apart.”

I continue in the direction I was going, stopping dead in my tracks when I see a small movement out of the corner of my eye. A smirk pulls at the corner of my mouth, and I watch her stand from the shadows, looking like a deer in headlights.

“Gotcha,” I say, but before I can get to her, she takes offrunning. I follow as she shuffles down the steps, making her way toward the railing that separates the first level of seating from the field. My heart rate picks up as she hits the landing, a whoosh of air leaving her body as her ribs press against the hard metal pipes. “Looks like you’re trapped, Monroe. Game over. You’re mine.” I slowly descend, watching as she looks in every direction, attempting to find an escape. Right as I hit the third step from the bottom, she turns and swings a leg over the bar, immediately following with the other so she’s standing on the ledge of the wall.

My little badass.

I reach my arm out, attempting to grab her wrist, but she lets go, making the ten-foot drop down onto the dirt that surrounds the field. She takes off running while I follow, knowing she’s truly fucked herself now. No matter where she goes, every exit to the place is locked. I slow my pursuit, attempting to save some energy while she gasses herself out. By the time I get to her, she won’t have anything left to fight me with.

She passes both dugouts since she knows the layout from when she was down here with me last week. There’s a short hallway that leads to the locker rooms, but she’s smart enough to assume that they’d be locked. They are. I can get in with my fingerprint on the keypad, but that won’t do her any good. Stalking across the field, I watch as she yanks on the door to the bullpen. In a surprise to us both, it opens, and she closes it behind her. I’m sure she thinks she’s home free, but she couldn’t be more wrong.

“Aww, baby,” I say sweetly, turning the knob to find that it’s been locked. I expected that, so I walk further, reaching the end of the padded wall where it meets thechain-link fence. Scaling it with ease, I fling myself over and drop to the other side, landing on the floor next to the metal staircase that leads directly to where she’s caged herself in. If I were anyone else, she’d have gotten away. But she’s in my house.

As quietly as I can, I make my way down the steps and into the bullpen. My gaze lands on her immediately, and she knows she’s fucked. Her eyes go wide as she turns toward the door, but I’m done with the chase. Now, I want my reward. I dart my arm out, snaking it around her waist and lifting her from the ground. She kicks against me, attempting to fight, but my grip is like iron around her. There’s no fucking way I’d ever let her go.

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want it,” I say quietly against her ear. She doesn’t respond, giving her consent. I turn us, dropping her on her hands and knees straight into the dirt and laying my body on top of hers until she flattens out under me. She attempts to thrash around, fighting to bring air into her lungs, but I’m pressing down on her so forcefully that she can barely move. My cock is so hard, I’m surprised it hasn’t torn through my pants already. I’ve never experienced this kind of euphoria in my life, and I’m not even inside her yet.

“Uh-uh, sweet thing,” I tut. “Little holes like you don’t need to breathe. You can stay there and struggle under my body weight, or you can willingly give me what I want. Either way, I’m taking it.” Her thigh muscles twitch at my words, and I can’t stop myself from reaching down to see if she’s as turned on as I am. Thankful for her choice of attire, I slide my hand up her dress and yank her thin lace panties to the side. As soon as my fingertips touch her flesh, the beast inside me roars with need. The outside ofher pussy is completely soaked, and when I press against her swollen clit, she moans loudly.

“My dirty little whore,” I say, rubbing in tight circles over her pulsing bundle of nerves. “Being hunted really turns you on, doesn’t it?” Her only answer is another moan before she gives one last, half-hearted effort to break free from under me. I grab a fistful of her hair with my free hand, and tear her underwear into pieces with the hand between her legs before spearing two fingers inside her tight heat. I give her no time to adjust as I begin fucking her, but she’s so aroused that it wouldn’t be necessary if I did. I keep a steady tempo, changing angles often to make sure I’m hitting every part of her. It isn’t long before her inner muscles contract around me, so I pick up my pace, tapping against her g-spot as she explodes around me in the quickest orgasm I’ve ever seen.

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