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“Run, Remy. If you want me to chase you then I will, but you better run. Because when I catch you, I amfuckingyou. And after I do, I am not letting you goever.But if you don’t want that, you better turn around and head back inside. Your choicelittle slut.”

I see the corner of her lips tilt up in a smile before she turns around and takes off.

Chapter 16

I take off, heart racing as I sprint toward the lake, my feet pounding the earth. His words echo in my head—when I catch you, I’m fucking you— and the thrill of it shoots straight through me, pushing me faster. It’s not fear, it’s the anticipation, the heat building inside me as I run, feeling his presence behind me like a predator chasing his prey.

The trees start to thin, and I can see the lake ahead, moonlight glinting off the water, casting everything in silver. My breaths come hard and fast, and I know he’s right behind me— I can practically feel his eyes on me, feel the weight of his gaze even though I haven’t looked back.

I don’t have to.

But I’m curious, and against my better judgment, I steal a glance over my shoulder— and there he is, moving with purpose, his face half-shadowed by that red mask. Something about it— about him coming after me like this— turns me on. My feet hit the soft sand at the lake’s edge, and I skid to a stop, turning to face him, catching my breath. He slows, his gaze never leaving me, that mask making him look like he’s someone else entirely.

“You’re slowing down,” he says, voice low and teasing as he steps closer.

I swallow, trying to hold my ground, but he just keeps coming, his eyes fixed on me like he’s already won. “Maybe I wanted you to catch up.”

He smirks, and it’s dangerous, sending a shiver down my spine. He takes another step, closing the distance between us. “You don’t want to make it too easy, do you?”

A thrill zips through me, and before I know it, I’m backing up, my feet moving in the sand, feeling the cool night air against my skin. He’s closing in, and there’s no question in his gaze, no hesitation. I turn, ready to sprint along the water’s edge, but he’s already there, faster than I could’ve guessed, his hand grabbing my wrist and pulling me back.

“Got you,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my ear, sending a rush of electricity through me.

He spins me around, and my heart is pounding for an entirely different reason now. My hands press against his chest, but I don’t push him away. He’s got me locked in his gaze, and I’m not going anywhere— not that I want to.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, his voice thick, dark, and there’s a dangerous edge to it, like he’s daring me to deny it.

“Yes,” I whisper, the word escaping before I even have time to think. And it’s true. I wanted this, wanted him to chase me, to catch me.

Without another word, he pulls me closer, his mouth crashing onto mine, claiming me in a way that has my knees going weak. His hands are in my hair, tilting my head back as he deepens the kiss, leaving me breathless, lost, completely wrapped up in him. And when he pulls back, there’s a fire in his eyes that tells me he’s nowhere near done.

“Turn around,” he says, voice low, rough, sending heat coursing through me. I meet his gaze, defiant, but his grip tightens, holding me in place.

And I realize I don’t need to run anymore.

I’m left breathless, caught between the need to resist and the desire to let go. The words I want to say, the excuses, the protests, they all vanish. His presence is overwhelming, and in this moment, I know there’s no going back. He’s here, his hands on me, his body pressing close, and the way he looks at me— possessive, hungry— it makes everything else fade into the background.

I try to stand my ground, but my legs feel like jelly, and his proximity is intoxicating. The moonlight dances across his red mask, making him look like someone between fantasy and reality, a dangerous dream I’m caught up in.

“Zane,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but it’s enough. He pulls me closer, until we’re pressed together.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he mutters against my lips, and before I can respond, his mouth is on mine again, fierce and demanding. He tastes like something forbidden, something I shouldn’t want but can’t stop myself from craving.

His hands slide down to my waist, lifting me effortlessly as if I weigh nothing. I gasp, and he takes advantage, kissing me deeper, harder, until my head spins and everything else fades away. There’s only him, only us, and this wild, unstoppable thing between us that I can’t fight anymore.

He sets me down by the water’s edge, his hands already working at the tie of my dress, and I let him. My body aches for him, wanting everything he’s offering.

“I’m not letting you go this time,” he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as his hands move over me, exploring, claiming. His lips follow the trail of his fingers, leaving a mark on my skin.

He lowers me to the soft, cool grass, and his hands are everywhere— possessive, urgent, as if he’s been waiting for this moment just as desperately as I have. His touch is rough but careful, fingers tracing patterns across my skin that send shivers through me. I feel his breath, hot and demanding, against my neck as he murmurs words that make my heart race, his voice low and hoarse.

His hands slide under the fabric of my dress, lifting it higher, and his eyes darken, devouring every inch of me. There’s a hunger in his gaze, a promise he’s about to keep, and it makes every nerve in my body come alive. He kisses me hard, his mouth claiming mine, pulling me deeper into him. My hands reach for him, feeling the warmth of his skin under my fingers, his muscles tensing.

And then he’s there, pressing me down against the earth, grounding me while everything else feels like it’s spinning out of control. The intensity in his eyes is like nothing I’ve ever seen, a fierce possessiveness that leaves no room for doubt.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, his voice rough and raw, and I know it’s not just a statement, it’s a vow.

I nod, breathless. “I’m yours, Zane. Now, please, fuck me.”

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