Page 89 of Heartless Game

And maybe I would. He’d never seemed as angry as he’d seemed in the bedroom. They called orgasms “the little death” for a reason. But, little death or big one, I wasn’t going to wait to find out. Barefoot and naked, I raced out the bedroom and down the stairs, my feet pounding on the wooden floors as Isaac’s feet pounded behind me. If there was ever a time for my track team skills to kick in, it was now.

It didn’t matter that part of me wanted him to catch me, to toss me to the floor and drive into my pussy with his thick cock. No, even though Isaac was fully mentally present, he was so desperate for a fuck that it would still be taking advantage.

At least that’s what I told myself. I couldn’t admit that I was terrified of giving myself to him completely, about how much I wanted that, about what that might mean.

When I got to the front door, the real problem presented itself: I didn’t know the alarm code.

I was trapped.

And god, part of me, so badly, wanted to be trapped. Loved the feeling of being trapped by him. I loved it, the safety from knowing I had his protection, in these four walls and everywhere. And I loved the freedom of giving myself over to him, letting him take control, so I could explore the dark and dirty and scary parts of myself that loved what he did to me, without guilt or recriminations or questioning.

I was grateful to him, and I could never tell him.

Even when he appeared at the bottom of the stairs, advancing toward me, the chains still hanging from his wrists where they’d snapped in two…

…but he just passed me, going to the alarm system and typing in the code to disarm it.

“Run, bad girl,” he repeated. “Run.”

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Isaac

I’d never been so desperate to fuck in my whole goddamned fucking life. I needed to shove my cock in wet, tight cunt and pound into it until it squeezed all the cum out of me. And not any wet, tight cunt.Mywet, tight, cunt.

Tovah.

For months, I’d been battling with the monster within, trying to ignore his demands so I could keep being Isaac Jones, Good Guy, Moral Compass of the Kings. I hadn’t wanted to give into him or accept the truth: that he was me.

But when Tovah drugged me with Vice, it didn’t make me lose my mind—it did the opposite, it clarified things for me, forced me to reckon with that truth. The monster was me. I was the monster. I could finally let go and claim both sides of me, the heroandthe villain.

I could let go of the tight control I’d tried and failed to keep over myself, and finally,fucking finally, be free.

And god, that felt good.

Maybe I should thank her for that, someday.

But first I needed her to run.

She was trapped by the door. Locked in. And as tempting as it was to take her down here, the monster wanted to chase, and so I was going to fucking give him what he wanted.

Passing her, I went and turned off the alarm, before turning to her.

“Run, bad girl. Run,” I ordered.

She was moving before I could say “run” for the second time, slamming the door open and sprinting down the steps, past the driveway, and into the trees.

My property butted up against the state forest Gehenom was known for. It shrouded my house in privacy, but it also meant that, except for some hikers who’d show up in the summer and fall, there was no one around for miles. Just me, Tovah, and hundreds of trees cloaking us in shadows and silence.

Which made it perfect for chasing and fucking. She could scream as loud as I wanted her to, and no one would hear her.

“Fuck yes,” I muttered, taking off at a lope, letting the scenery pass me by as I chased her into the woods.

At first, I couldn’t find her. The trees were silent, and no one was there. But when I stopped and listened closely…

…there. Panicked breathing.

And the barely-there scent of lemons and sugar.

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