Page 87 of Vengeful Princess

Kyril’s heavy footsteps pounded somewhere behind me. The closer he got, the harder my heart thudded in my chest. I wasn’t afraid.No. If he caught me, we’d fight until one of us asserted dominance over the other.

The Russian was bigger and stronger than me, and also an experienced fighter, but I had speed and agility on my side. I was also not averse to fighting dirty. If he thought he was going to get the better of me, he was in for a rude awakening. There was no way I was going down without drawing blood.

I didn’t plan on killing him. Despite his obnoxious behavior, I liked him. More than liked him. The feral beast in him appealed to my dark side, and my pussy was here for it. She wanted him to ravish us in the woods, claim us as his own. It was twisted as fuck, but there we were.

The chemistry between the two of us had been building for weeks, and him going down on me in that blood-soaked room at the club had done nothing to dampen my lust. If anything, it had only thrown fuel onto the fire.

I wanted to feed his monster. Experience how it felt when a man like Kyril desired me.

He and Landon were night and day, and I knew sex with Kyril would not be the same as sex with Landon.

Landon was a player, but he also had a sweet side to him.

There was nothing sweet about Kyril. He was pure, undiluted testosterone. Angry and vicious, born of violence. Just like me.

I understood Kyril, could empathize with his upbringing, and even if he had no clue who I really was, he understood me. It was part of the attraction.

Sweet, cutesy girls who wanted hearts and flowers would never keep Kyril’s attention. That kind of woman would bore the shit out of him, and they’d be terrified of his black soul.

He needed a woman like me. A woman who wasn’t afraid of his aggression, a woman who would fight back, fire with fire.

And I needed a man like him.

His raging aggression balanced out Landon’s light-hearted playfulness and Milo’s serious nature. He filled a gap in my soul I never knew I had until I came here.

Kyril was my partner in crime, and even if he had pissed me off this evening by dragging me away like I had no agency whatsoever, I was definitely on board with this little game of his.

But before I gave into him, he needed to learn who was the boss.

Spoiler alert: it wasn’t him.

I ran hard along the perimeter of the fence. Beyond the mesh, I could hear the rush of water. Small flakes of snow fluttered down from the sky, hitting my overheated skin, melting instantly. The frigid air helped to focus my mind.

If we kept running like this, Kyril would catch me within minutes. To escape, I had to leave the trail and double back to the main pathway. Once I reached a well-lit area, he’d most likely leave me alone.

However, the further I ran, the more I realized I wanted him to catch me. I just didn’t want to make it too easy for him. So I shot off between some trees, trying to keep my breathing under control.

Away from the fence, it was darker than ever. It felt like we were the only people out here. Lone survivors of an apocalypse.

A shiver ran down my spine when I heard Landon calling Kyril’s name from somewhere in the distance. He must be out here, too. Maybe Milo as well. Were they all hunting me? The knife in my hand steadied my pulse. If I ran into any other predators out here, they’d regret it.

The foliage thickened, slowing me down. My jacket snagged on branches and twigs whipped my face. More snow fell, adding to the eerie atmosphere and deadening the sound of my footsteps.

Hot exhales turned into clouds of steam as I pushed on. Somewhere behind me, I heard a muffled curse, and then nothing.

The trees thinned out, easing my path. I fell through a thick clump of branches into a small clearing, cursing at the sight of a thin crust of snow on the ground. Now he’d be able to follow any footprints I left.

Light flickered to my left, so I headed in that direction. Just as the sound of music filtered through the trees, an arm hookedaround my waist. I screamed with shock, not having heard the fucker. Was he some kind of ninja? It was the only explanation.

“Caught you, my littlegadyuka,” he crooned in my ear, his breath hot and steamy against my neck. I tried to stab the bastard in the thigh, but he grabbed my wrist and the knife fell to the floor.

“Let go of me, you crazy motherfucking Russian psychopath!” I hissed. Only my body had other ideas. He was hard as steel behind me, and I couldn’t help rubbing against him like a horny cat. It seemed like my body and my mind were on different pages.

He murmured something in Russian, but the only word I understood wastrakhat'sya, which from memory meant to fuck. At least I hoped so. Fucking me was a better outcome than slitting my throat. If he felt like doing that, I wasn’t in the best position to stop it from happening.

Letting him fuck me was also a terrible idea. If I was no longer a virgin when I headed home, my father would be furious. Not that I cared. I was done dancing to the whims of my father and Torrance. It was time I took back control of my life.

I wanted to lose my virginity on my terms, not theirs.

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