Page 33 of Stalking His Assassin

I stand from my spot but keep to the shadows. It wouldn't do for this to end so quickly. What's the fun of a game of cat and mouse without the frantic chase at the end? Excitement thrums through my veins. I'm more turned on than ever about what will happen when he catches me. I've been dreaming about it since I first started planning our honeymoon.

I step out of the shadows when he's only a few feet from my hiding spot. His eyes immediately flick to me, there's an almost feral glint to them that has my pussy clenching with desire. There's no denying that he's as hungry for me as I am for him.

"You've been a naughty girl, little wolf," he says lowly.

A shiver rolls down my spine at the underlying threat to his words. He takes a step towards me, and I take a step back.

"Running will only make your punishment worse," he threatens.

Fuck.

I'm so damn turned on I consider dropping to my knees right here and ending the game, but I don't. I want this to play out to the end. I want my Hades to finish the chase he started all those years ago. I want him to catch his Ghost… his Eris. I want him to finally claim me fully. He's already accepted me for all my pieces and parts. Now, it's time for him to reap the benefits.

He continues forward while I match him step for step, keeping the same distance between us. The air around us seems to crackle with energy. I reach for the tie on my coat, and he pauses, watching me intently. I smile because I'm about to make another one of his fantasies come true…

I open the coat and let it fall to the ground, revealing what's underneath. Christos devours me with his eyes like he did on our wedding day. I didn't wear a traditional wedding dress. Nothing about us is traditional; it doesn't fit who we are. Instead, I found a silk dress in cotton candy pink. It clings to my curves making me look and feel sexier than I've ever felt in my life.

The way he looked at me in this dress that day was something I will never forget. He looked at me like I was the sexiest thing he's ever seen. There was so much love and possession in his expression. He spent our entire wedding celebration whispering about how he was going to rip the dress from my body and ravage me. I have no doubt that he would have if I hadn't told him how much I love the dress. So instead of ripping it off me at the end of the night, he carefully unwrapped me like the most anticipated present he'd ever been given.

He doesn't have to be careful tonight. The dress isn't the one I wore that day. It's an exact replica that I had made for this very purpose. Seeing the hunger in Christos's eyes tells me I made the best decision ever.

"If you don't want that dress ruined, I suggest you take it off right now," he growls.

I run my hands over the silky material and cup my breasts. I'm bare underneath the dress, and every movement I've made has teased my sensitive nipples. It takes great restraint to not pinch them how I like best. This isn't about teasing me. I'm supposed to be teasing my husband past his breaking point. If the look on his face is any indication, I would say he's already there.

"Ruin me, Hades," I challenge before turning and running.

His heavy footfalls follow me as I weave around the various monuments in the cemetery. I picked this spot for more than one reason. Complete privacy—well, after I sedated the security guards—and lots of places to hide. The sounds of him chasing me stop and I have a moment of worry that I've taken the game too far. I slow my steps and look for him. He's no longer behind me.

Did he leave?

He wouldn't do that, would he?

I don't even make it two steps before solid arms wrap around me from behind.

"Got you, Eris," he growls.

I lean against him, soaking in his strength for a moment because those intrusive thoughts still sneak up on me, sometimes whispering that he'll leave me and fill me with doubts even though he's more than proven he's going nowhere. I wish I could kill that voice as easily as I do my marks, but it just won't die. Christos always reassures me, though. Every day, he shows me his love and devotion, which helps.

Once I feel the inner peace that comes with knowing he's here and has me, I dive right back into our game. I fight his hold, breaking free and darting back into the shadows. I don't make it far before I'm tackled to the ground. He cradles the back of my head as we go down, preventing me from getting hurt. I love that he's showing me how precious he thinks I am, even when we're playing violent games.

I struggle underneath him, but he's got me pinned with his bigger body in a way that it would take me actually harming him to get free. Since that's the last thing I want, my struggles are just for the fun of it. He fists my hair at the base of my neck and crushes his mouth to mine in a feral kiss. Our teeth clash as his tongue plunders. I stop fighting and, instead, hold himclose. I fist his hair with as much force as he's holding mine with, making him groan into my lips. He doesn't stop kissing me until my lungs are burning with the need for air.

Christos raises so he's kneeling between my legs and looks down at me like he's trying to decide what he wants to do with me first. I roll my hips, trying to entice him because I know what I want him to do. I want to feel his thick cock deep inside me. I need him to fuck me hard and fast.

"You've been a bad girl today."

"The worst," I agree.

"You know what that means?" he asks, pinching one of my nipples through the thin silk.

"Yesss…" I moan, pressing my breast into his hand in hopes of more.

He grips the neck of my dress and jerks. The silk rips like wet paper in his strong hands until I'm lying below him, completely bare.

"Such a naughty girl. Have you been running all over Paris naked under this dress?"

I bite my lip and nod. It's been a horrible tease too. The silk against my bare skin and the constant reminder of what will happen when he catches me.

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