Page 26 of Impure Vows

She turns a corner, and I quicken my pace, making sure I don’t lose her. She’s moving faster now, her fear pushing her forward.

I stay patient, relishing the long game. The thrill of the chase and the prize that awaits me drives my steps, patiently waiting for the moment I have her in my grasp.

I imagine the way her slender neck will feel wrapped in my hand. I flex my fingers at the thought. Every curve, every hole, every inch of her perfect fucking body will belong to me.

Aliyah keeps walking, oblivious to my presence. My phone buzzes again.

"Boss, we've got eyes on her," Marco confirms.

"Yes," I reply, my voice a low growl. "It's almost time."

I follow her, staying in the shadows. The adrenaline and arousal wrap tighter around my dick, making it hard to focus. But focus I must. Just a little bit longer.

She turns another corner, her steps quickening. She's trying to lose me, but she doesn't know I'm right behind her. I keep my distance, savoring the way the chase makes her stumble.

I flex my fingers again, imagining the moment I'll finally have her. The way her body will tremble beneath mine, the way she'll beg for mercy.

She glances over her shoulder, her eyes wide with fear. I can almost taste her panic. She picks up the pace, practically running now. I follow, my steps silent and calculated.

I quicken my pace, my eyes locked on her. She fumbles with her bag, her hands shaking. She's terrified, and it only makes me want her more.

She reaches the subway entrance and hesitates, looking around frantically. I stay back, watching her every move. She takes a deep breath and heads down the stairs.

I follow, keeping my distance. The subway platform is crowded, but I never lose sight of her. She glances around, her eyes scanning the faces around her. She doesn't see me.

"Boss, we're in position," Marco's voice crackles in my ear.

"I'm going with her," I reply. "Keep her in your sights."

I watch as she boards a train, her movements rushed and desperate. I step onto the same train, staying in the shadows. She takes a seat, her body tense and alert. She doesn't know I'm watching her.

The train starts moving, and I lean back, a small smile playing on my lips. The chase is the best part of the game.

14

DANTE

Aliyah exits the subway, her head swiveling like a scared animal. I can't help but smirk as her fearful eyes pass right over me. Poor girl has no idea how close I am. My dick hardens at the thought of finally having her, the thrill of the hunt making me nearly feral with desire.

She steps out of the station, her feet quick against the pavement. Every step she takes, every sway of her hips, makes her more enticing. The way her body bounces and sways in her haste to escape an unseen pursuer drives me wild. Fear suits her, it makes her sexier.

I stay back, keeping to the shadows. She keeps glancing over her shoulder, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts. Her desperation is palpable, and it only heightens my anticipation. She’s like a cornered animal, and I'm the predator closing in.

Her phone rings, and she answers it with trembling hands. “Sophia, I... I don’t know what to do. He’s still out there. I can feel it.”

I chuckle softly. If only she knew how right she is.

"Soph, I can't come back. It's not safe. I’m not safe," she says, her voice cracking under the weight of her fear. "I’m scared." Thetremor in her words fuels my desire, making me want to close the distance between us even more. She has no idea how much her vulnerability excites me, how her fear makes this chase all the more thrilling.

She hangs up, her hand shaking as she shoves the phone back into her pocket. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but it’s no use. She’s on the edge of breaking, and it’s a beautiful sight.

Aliyah's steps are hurried, a frantic rhythm that betrays her fear. She pauses to check her phone, her fingers trembling as they swipe across the screen. I shake my head and chuckle, amused by her futile attempt at control. She picks up speed again, and the thrill of the chase surges through me again.

She approaches yet another shitty hotel, and I can’t help but tsk and shake my head. These shitholes are beneath her. She must be running out of money.

I watch as she hesitates at the entrance, her fingers gripping the strap of her worn-out bag. I lean against the brick wall of a nearby alley, the shadows concealing me. She doesn’t see me, but she senses something. Her head whips around, eyes wide, searching for a threat she can’t pinpoint.

I stifle a chuckle. She’s getting better at this game, but she’s still so naive.

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