Page 81 of Hunting Pretty

God, Ilikedbeing hunted by him. It made my nipples tighten to hard peaks. It made my panties sticky, the need to press my thighs together strong.

What the fuck did that say about me?

I was too much in the open here in the study area. I had to get cover in one of the aisles.

I moved as quickly and as silently as I could, only realizing too late that I was leaving my phone behind.

Which meant that I really couldn’t call the police if I needed to.

Would you really have called them though?

It was too late to turn back now. I slipped into an aisle, peering around the corner back out into the study area. I thought the creak had come from the other side.

So he’d have to come out into the study area to get to me. He would have to come out into the open, and then I would be the one stalking him.

A deep gravelly voice came from behind me.

“Run.”

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My stalker’s breath on the back of my neck caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

Run.

I sprinted down the dark aisles again, my heart pounding in my chest, the sound of my own footsteps echoing off the towering shelves as his wicked laughter followed me.

Fear twisted inside me, sharp and insistent, but beneath it—just below the surface—there was something else.

A thrill.

I hated admitting it, but it was there, humming through my veins like a current.

I could feel him behind me, always just out of sight, and the mix of danger and excitement had my pulse racing.

He’s close.I could feel it. I could almost hear his breath, the quiet intensity of his pursuit, and every nerve in my body screamed to keep moving. But the rush, the twistedexcitement of it all, wouldn’t let me stop thinking about him.

I darted left and right through the aisles, searching for my way out.

The library was a maze, but I couldn’t think about getting lost.

I just had to get to the front desk. Someone would be there.

Or at the very least I could rush out the door to my car parked in the parking lot.

But in my panic, I couldn’t remember which way was out. I was totally disorientated.

My mind whirled, trying to focus, to outrun him, but part of me didn’t want to.

There was something about being chased by him, by my dark stalker, that made my skin buzz.

He was relentless, and I couldn’t help but wonder—did I want to escape, or did I want to see what would happen if he caught me?

My breaths came in quick, shallow bursts, and each step felt like a decision—keep running or give in to the adrenaline that was coursing through me, blurring the line between fear and desire.

No, I had to keep running. I couldn’t let him catch me.

I had to get help. Goddammit, where was everyone?

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