Page 19 of Slaying for Sloan

Thirty minutes until midnight.

Half an hour until this game ends – assuming I win it. There’s no telling how long Alex will keep me in the church if he wins. Afterall, nothing is off-limits if he catches me again. He’s faster than I am, so I have no doubt he’ll be able to beat me to the church if he catches me for the third time.

My boots sink deeper into the snow with each step, making my thighs scream in protest. But it's nothing compared to the other aches in my body – the delicious soreness that reminds me of Alex's touch, of the way he's shattered every preconception Ihad about him tonight. My scalp still burns where he held my hair, a stark contrast to the biting cold of the winter air.

Who knew he had such a dark side?

The thought of him sends liquid heat through my veins despite the freezing temperature. No more than a few hours ago, I thought I knew Alex Adams. Thought Iunderstoodthe careful way he moved through the world, all straight lines and sharp edges, just like his father.

Now... God, now I'm not sure I ever knew him at all.

I weave between the trees, trying to make my path as unpredictable as possible while fighting against snow that reaches halfway up my legs. Each step is a battle – lift, push, sink, recover. The cold penetrated my boots hours ago, turning my feet into blocks of ice, but the rest of me burns for his touch. For his transformation. For the way proper, controlled Alex became something animalistic and hungry in the darkness.

My breath comes in frosty puffs as I push forward, each exhale a cloud of crystallized desperation. The silence is deafening – the kind of quiet that only exists in snowfall, where the whole world seems to stop. I can't hear anyone following me, can't see any signs of pursuit, but that means nothing. I've learned that lesson twice tonight already.

The memory of the gingerbread house with its mechanical elves and twinkling lights sends another wave of heat coursing through my frozen body. The way he looked at me there, like something primal had finally broken free of its chains. The sounds he made... God, I never thought I'd hear sounds like that from a man who follows God so closely.

Focus, Sloan. Get to the fucking church. Win the goddamn game.

But do I want to win? The question hits me as I pause behind a particularly large pine, leaning against its thick branches to catch my breath. My heartbeat thunders in my ears, equal partsexertion and anticipation. The church means the end of the game. The end of this wild, kinky version of Alex who seems to find me no matter where I hide. The end of discovering just how deep his darkness goes.

Unless I lose. Unless I surrender to him, and then… maybe this is only the beginning.

How am I supposed to celebrate Christmas with his family after this? How can I sit across from him at his mom’s dining table, making polite conversation about the weather, when I know what lurks beneath his perfect manners? When all I’ll want to do is lay across the table and let him have his way with me.

The silence wraps around me as I rest against the tree. Every muscle in my body trembles with fatigue, but beneath the exhaustion is anticipation. The moonlight peeking through the clouds creates strange shadows between the trees, making every dark space look like it might be hiding him. The thought should be enough to get my legs moving again. Instead, it makes my pulse quicken, makes heat gather between my thighs despite the bone-deep cold.

I scan the darkness behind me, seeing nothing but endless rows of evergreens and undisturbed snow. The only footprints are my own, which are already being covered by the falling snowflakes. No movement. No sign of the predator I know is out there somewhere. The Alex I knew yesterday would never trudge through snow this deep in his expensive shoes. ButthisAlex? The one who's been hunting me through the night? I'm starting to think there's nothing he wouldn't do.

When I turn back around, he's there.

My heart stops, then explodes into a frantic rhythm as I stare into eyes that barely look human anymore. He's breathing hard, his perfect posture gone, snow dusting his shoulders. His eyesmake my knees weak as I stare at him through the black ski mask.

Every cell in my body is screamingyes.

"Alex," I breathe, but that's all I manage before he moves. One moment I'm standing alone, the next I'm pinned against the tree trunk, its bark rough against my back even through my overcoat. His body cages mine, radiating heat that makes the winter air between us disappear entirely. The contrast is dizzying – ice at my back, fire at my front.

"Now I get to fuck you," he growls, and God, hisvoice. When did proper, controlled Alex start sounding like that? Like he's barely holding onto his humanity? Like he's two seconds away from burning the world for me?

Alex’s cock presses against me through his pants, and I let out a breathless gasp, my hands clutching at his shoulders through the layers of his coat. The intensity in his gaze sends shivers down my spine, forcing a moan to slip through my lips. My eyes flutter at the feel of the rough fabric of his ski mask against my skin when he leans in closer, his lips so close to mine yet unable to touch.

Desire rips through me, igniting every nerve ending in my body as I arch into him, begging for more. His hands roam over my body, firm fingers tracing my curves through my red sweater dress. My torn black tights leave my pussy exposed to the cold air, making me need him that much more.

Without words and without hesitation, Alex hikes my dress up over my hips, exposing my bare pussy even more. The cold air bites down on my skin, making me cry out.

“I need you,” I whimper, gripping him tighter. “I need you to fuck me right now.”

Alex doesn’t make me wait. He unfastens his pants, freeing his cock. My mouth waters as he strokes himself a few times. It’s so cold, but he’s so fucking hard for me.

Lining himself up with my entrance, he rubs the head of his cock over my clit and through my slick folds several times before pushing his way into me. My head falls back with delight as he slides inside of me, filling me so fully that I think I might burst.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out. “You’re so fucking big.”

Alex slams into me harder, making me take every delicious inch of him. He grunts against my neck as he leans into me, pounding me into the tree. We’re shaking the tree so violently that the snow is falling from the branches, covering our shoulders in white. But I don’t care. All I can think about is how fucking good his cock feels inside of me. And how much I fucking love this side of Alex. I’ll gladly get on my knees for him every day for the rest of my life if he feeds me cock this good. I’ll never tire of the way he thrusts inside of me, stretching me fuller than I thought I could take.

I meet his strokes, pushing off the tree each time he buries himself inside of me. He feels fucking perfect. Like his cock was made to fill my pussy perfectly.

Groaning, Alex pulls his head back from where he had it buried in my neck, and he fists his fingers through my hair, forcing me to watch him as he fucks me. I meet his intense stare, watching them through his ski mask. My lips part, my jaw dropping when I see flecks of gold in Alex’s normally brown eyes. They’re almost glowing against the moonlight, and suddenly I don’t feel like I’m staring at Alex.

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