Page 37 of Runaway Hearts: Seduced by Danger

My heart twists. “Nothing,” I manage, the words catching in my throat. “It’s just... I don’t want my family involved in this situation.”

“You mean involved with me,” he says, the words dripping with venom, his gaze burning into mine. A bitter scoff escapes. “I respected your no-gun-to-the-head policy; aren’t we supposed to be good?”

Such a big baby.

“Hmph... I get it; it’s unpleasant for you. But I can’t take you home with me. It’s too risky.” I pause. “I’ll pick you up right here tomorrow at nine.”

With each word, his frustration grows, a storm brewing beneath the surface, as evidenced by the way he gathers his things and the tightness of his jaw as he holds back his anger.

No way am I skimming through hours of old videos of my skinnier self, searching for soul-healing answers with that man near enough to hear me cry. Again.

He exits the car, striding away with a determined glare as if he knows exactly where he’s going. All I’m left with is a throbbing heartache that makes no sense.

It’s not logical.

I have ten minutes left before I arrive at my uncle’s.

I’m going to take them to remind myself that this story makes very little sense, even if it’s exciting.

Kai is every kind of wrong.

But there’s a strong desire in my mind for something more. My muscles and soul are drained from the constant push and pull that Kai creates.

And I want to give in.

I yearn for the press of his rugged hands against the softness of my ass, for his lips locking onto mine in a wild frenzy of lust. Each twirl and flick of his tongue sends electrifying jolts to my pussy. His hard dick pushes into me until everything else blurs into insignificance except for the sensation of him inside me.

Fighting off all distractions, I drive away. It’s been a long time since I liked someone. Far too long.

His ragged breaths caress my shoulder. The rumbling growls erupting from his chest vibrate against my skin, magnifying the heat building within us. Each powerful thrust spikes up my desire until I’m consumed by it.

My breath quickens; sweat sprinkles across my forehead like dew drops on a passionflower.

Pulling over at a secluded alley, I park the car.

“Oh… fuck…”

On the driver’s seat I lowered, I no longer have the strength to resist. My sex is wet and needy. I give in to the fantasy.

Each thrust of his dick inside me drives me closer to the brink, each pulsating throb setting my nerves on fire.

My body tenses, and my right hand wanders down past the waistband of my drenched panties. Eyes fluttering close, I release a long, slow breath as my fingers move purposefully. Each hungry swirl bringsme closer to the edge until, finally, I tumble over into an abyss of pleasure with a vision of Kai.

Hips bucking against my hand, I moan softly, savoring the release.

My body tingles with satisfaction; my face is on fire with my trembling thighs, but confusion lingers. My breathing quiets after a few minutes.

I stay there, motionless, staring at the ceiling, and I cry.

If I ever return to Palco Springs, I’ll see my psychiatrist. The intense attraction I feel for Kai is unlike anything I’ve experienced before, but unfortunately, it comes at a cost. Denying my attraction to him triggers my panic attacks, leaving me exposed. It’s not a cost I’m willing to pay.

How can I have a normal relationship when my mental health is so unstable?

What if I trusted my instinct?

My panic attacks subsided only when I helped Kai at the gas station. As minutes pass, I mourn the life I could have if things were different. I must keep my shit together until tomorrow morning when I’ll pick him up.

Chapter 8

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