Page 69 of Into the Light

“What?” I barked out. The corners of his lips twisted up, and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes, but that was the only tell he wasn’t being serious.

“What do you mean, no?” I demanded, shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans.

He got up from the couch and closed the gap between us. “Because when I am with you, I want to show you every part of me, mi pareja. I want you to reach down and pull out my deepest desires and temptations.”

I was so wet it was pooling in my panties, and I didn’t give a fuck how shamelessly I melted into a puddle for this man. “Come here,” he whispered in the shell of my ear, and I obliged, letting his hand slide onto my lower back and wrapping tightly against me.

“You wanna know what I crave deep down inside?” I nodded, yet again.

“You like running, Em?” I narrowed my eyes on him. “You like to make a big spectacle in class and leave, knowing damn well I was going to chase after you?” His face was filled with wanton desire, but his words were laced with a truthful venom.

“You liked leaving me at the house last weekend? Running away instead of staying because you knew that I was going to have to come groveling back? You knew I’d come back on my fucking hands and knees and beg for you?”

He was right. Brutally right. What this had to do with wanting him to dominate me in the bedroom though was where I was struggling to draw the connection.

“That wasn’t my intention—”

“No. I never said that. Maybe you didn’t even realize it until right now, but deep down inside, you love the idea that I have to chase you, don’t you?” I ran my tongue along my bottom lip. “You want to know what fucking turns me on the most? What I crave? What makes the darkest parts of my deepest desire?” His hand glided over my chin as he pulled me up to him.

“Answer me,” he demanded. Fuck, I loved this version of him. I loved how powerful he was.

“Y-yes,” I breathlessly let out.

“You like running away from the feelings you have for me? Do you like denying that you have always been a little curious about me, mi pareja?”

“N-no.”

He leaned down so that his mouth was hovering over mine. “Ah, but you do, princesa. You like the chase, don’t you?”

I mean, he wasn’t wrong. The more groveling he did, the more I fell for him, but I wasn’t about to admit this to him right now, especially when my knees felt like jelly and were about to fall into the puddle my pussy was making.

“Because I fucking love chasing you. I love it when you want me to beg. I love when you watch as I grovel my way back to you.” My lungs constricted. The want growing. “How does this relate to this moment, you ask?”

I didn’t, but I was curious.

“Yeah?”

“Because I don’t want to just turn you around and fuck you like I’d done hundreds of times, Em.”

I gulped. “Wha-what do you want me to do?”

He looked at the door behind us that led through the apple orchards and out toward the edge of the pines. Well, that is what you would’ve been able to see if it was daylight, but in the dark, it was eerily quiet and dark.

His eyes darted back to mine. “I want you to do what you do best, Em. I want you to fucking run, and don’t stop.” My brows were furrowed. I was standing in the freaking living room, in my bralette and jeans. It was cold outside, and the last thing I wanted to do was run around the freaking orchard and forest in the dark. That seemed . . . terrifying.

“Don’t think about it, Ember.” His eyes filled with a lustful sin, not faltering from my face. “Go and whatever you do . . . don’t let me catch you this time.”

I stared blankly at him, not sure if he was being serious, but the moment he opened the door, a mischievous glint shone in his eyes.

And without a second thought, I ran.

Chapter twenty-three

Watching her creamy tits bounce in the moonlight as she ran through the orchard was written in every fucking fantasy I’d ever had since I met her. Shit, I’d probably imagined this a thousand times over when I wondered what my life would look like when I grew up—chasing after the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on as she ran away from me like I was some big, scary monster.

Ever since I was a horny teenager, I had this fascination with the thrill and chase of catching a woman. The harder the challenge, the more turned on it made me. It’s probably why I was so sickly attracted to Ember because she made me work for it.

When I was in high school and Ash pulled girls constantly, I hated how easy they became. Then after puberty, the girls started to fawn over me, and it was so . . . boring and vanilla for me. There was something to be said about the fact that I loved the chase.

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