Page 92 of Ravaged Saints

Knox straightens, and I can see the exact moment he realizes what I mean. His hands clench into fists at his sides, and his expression shifts, more feral, more hungry.

“Open the fucking gate, Dante,” he orders, his tone dropping into something dark and raw, and a chill runs down my spine straight to my pussy.

Dante shakes his head but punches in the code and steps aside, pulling the metal gate open.

I turn to see Knox rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. “I’ll give you a count of ten, pet. Use them.”

Oh, shit.

“One.” His growls, and I bolt.

Dante snickers behind me. “You better run fast, doll, or the big bad wolf’s gonna eat you alive.”

Running as fast as I can, I make sure to stay in the safe zones. I want him to chase me, to claim me like the animal I know he is.

I crouch behind a tree, and my breathing is shallow, heart pounding.

“Ten!”

His voice slices through the trees, and it’s followed by the thunder of his boots against the dirt, and my heart skips a beat.

Shit.

I keep running, jumping over roots, dodging branches, and my body thrums with adrenaline. I slide behind a bush, covering my mouth to keep any sound from escaping. My pulse beats so hard I swear he can hear it.

“As-pen.”

He sings my name, and I peek through the leaves and spot him, standing tall, a wicked grin stretching his lips. He’s enjoying this more than I expected.

I dart out.

"There you are." He grunts, deep and rich.

I grab a handful of dirt and leaves, tossing them behind me.

"Fuck." He grunts, and I laugh, sprinting deeper into the woods.

"Oh, pet," he chuckles, his tone dipping into something dark and promising. "You are going to pay for that."

A shiver rolls through me, but it’s not fear.

"Aspen." His words slither through the trees, sharp and taunting. "If I catch you, I fuck you. And I won’t be gentle."

“Oh, God.

I spin, trying to pinpoint his location, but—

“Looking for me, pet?”

I turn, and there he is, standing still, his chest rising and falling in an infuriatingly steady rhythm, while I feel like my lungs are about to collapse.

I don’t hesitate. I bolt.

His boots pound the earth, each step closer, louder, until—

I don’t even see him before his body collides with mine and we hit the ground, but he twists at the last second, taking the impact so I land on top of him.

“Caught you, pet.”

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