Page 1 of The Vixen's Vice

CHAPTER ONE

There’ssomething invigorating about being chased by a masked stranger.

The thought comes to me as violently as the chill night air whipping against my face, but I have no time to linger on it. If I pause for even a moment,hewill catch me.

And oh, how he’s been longing to do that.

My thighs burn as I sprint through the back alleys of Moriton, the force of the wind tousling my red hair around my face and obscuring my vision. But I dare not reach up to push it away. All of my focus needs to be on putting one foot in front of the other. In getting away from the crazed man in the blood red mask.

I wish I could say this is the first time I’ve found myself in this predicament. For the past month,hehas been everywhere—crouched behind the pillar in the parking garage, peeking out from the bushes along the trail I take for my morning run—even lingering on the sidewalk outside my townhouse. And he only ever wants one thing.

To capture me.

My heeled boots skid along the slick pavement as I take a sharp left, and my heart freezes at the sight in front of me.

Dead end. Fuck.

The lumbering footsteps draw nearer, but I can’t find it in me to turn and face him. After all this time, he finally cornered me.

What will he do?

To my surprise, the thought sends a delighted shiver down my spine. I squeeze my thighs together, placing my hand on the wall for balance as an intense warmth spreads from my core. I shouldn’t have these dark desires on the forefront of my mind. I shouldn’t have themanywhere,and yet, when he’s in my vicinity, I can’t seem to help it.

A rumbling laugh sounds out just over my shoulder, and I snap up, just now realizing the footsteps have ceased.

“What’s a pretty little rose doing out here all alone?”

The timbre of his voice sends another wave of tingles all the way to the tips of my fingers. I bring my thumb to my mouth, dragging it lightly between my teeth as the pins and needles intensify. I so desperately want to turn around, to face him, but my body won't let me. I’m rooted in place, a slave to whatever depraved ideas are running through his mind.

A gloved hand rests lightly on my neck, the coolness of the leather causing goose bumps to raise along the sensitive area. To my horror, I lean into his touch, going so far as to close my eyes as a wave of euphoria crests in my veins.

“You crave it, don’t you little rose?” he whispers, pressing the side of his mask against my cheek. I jump at the contact, and another low chuckle fills the air.

“I… I don’t?—”

“You crave my touch,” he interrupts, moving the hand slowly from my neck and laying it across my heart. My breath hitches as his fingertips dance along my skin, moving dangerously close to where my nipple pokes through my top.

“I don’t… I don’t?—”

“Youdo,” he growls, his hand snapping to the front of my neck and squeezing. “You want it more than anything.Needit, like the cock-hungry little slut you are.”

I gasp, reeling away from his touch as his words hit me. “Excuseme?” To think that for a moment, I was caught under his spell. To think I let himtouchme, that I enjoyed it?—

My thoughts are cut off as I’m wheeled around and pushed face-first into the wall, the bottom of my dress hiked over my hips and baring my sex to the world. I open my mouth to scream as a hard body presses forward, molding itself to my backside. My face flushes as the bulge of his cock nestles between my ass cheeks, and I’m genuinely shocked to feel something small and hard pressing at the entrance of my asshole through the material of his jeans.

What the fuck is that?

I don’t get a chance to ask as his hand wraps around my throat again, the other busy pinning my wrists above my head, immobilizing me. My breathing comes hard and fast, but I can’t find it in me to fight back. Something in medoeswant this—desires this more than anything I’ve ever had.

The man seems to realize this, and a menacing laugh fills the air. “I was right, wasn’t I, little rose?”

A helpless whimper pours from my lips as his hips rock, pressing that hard thing teasingly against my asshole. Against my will, I push back into it, wanting to feel whateveritis deep inside me.

“What a filthy little thing,” he muses, tightening his grip on my throat. “So desperate. So wanting. So… depraved. You are, aren’t you, little rose?”

Mindlessly, I nod my head, my eyes rolling back as pleasurable shivers overtake my being. I don’t knowwhythis man does this to me—why no one in my life has drawn thesefeelings from me. All I know is that I have to have him, or I may very well die.

He releases my throat with a chuckle, trailing it slowly down the curve of my body and resting it just above the apex of my thighs. His hand is warm through the glove, and I almost wish he would take it off and touch me with his bare skin.

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