Page 29 of The Four Leaf

No. I need to win. Just this once.

Another few seconds pass until the thick wood shovel splits, clattering to the floor as Adrian slams open the doors. From my position, I can see his back heave up and down with his heavy breaths. His head moves quickly from side to side as he takes in what I’ve done.

He chuckles. “I will rip this world from its roots to find you before the time runs out, little prey. Now come out.”

I bite into my hand to keep the whimper from escaping, the sharp taste of copper tainting my tongue. My nerves vibrate, the need so overpowering it’s beginning to wash out the adrenaline.

Still, I manage to suck in a shallow breath and hold it, waiting for the moment he moves enough for me to slip back inside.

A low chuckle falls from his lips as he takes his first step forward. “Have it your way, baby. But when I find you, I’m fucking you until your voice no longer allows you to scream.”

He tips a trash can over. “Until your muscles seize from the orgasms.”

He smashes a laundry cart over. “Until your pussy is raw and filled to the brink with my cum.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head before I squeeze them shut. I’m losing the will. I can feel it slipping with the constant pulse of my clit and the want driving me mad. He’s going to win again. He’s going to–

“There you are, Bambi.” His deep growl forces my eyes to snap open, my heart leaping into my throat as I shriek.

Adrian cages me in on either side of my head before running his nose roughly along the column of my neck. His inhale is deep. “I could smell you.”

I watch as the fire rages in his hazel eyes, the need just as strong in him as me. His dark hair is mussed, falling in front of his forehead as sweat drips down his temples. A nerve tics in his jaw as his gaze finds my lips.

“Thirty seconds.”

My eyes widen. He’s never given me more time.Ever. My pulse rages, whooshing through my ears so fast I become slightly dizzy.

“You’ve already wasted five.”

I drop down, dipping under his arm and sprinting back to the door. I don’t even make it down a full flight before I hear him call after me.

“Ready or not, here I come.”

Adrenaline spikes in my blood, but with my previous plan of escape forgotten, I run for the spare room, my thighs burning and veins throbbing. I nearly catapult inside the room, slamming the door behind me as I attempt to suck in air.

He most likely knew I’d come in here and won’t be far behind. I scan the room and make a quick decision to hide under the bed. On quick glance, he may think I’m not here and go check somewhere else.

I only need two more minutes.

Leaping over the bed, I fall to the floor, wincing when I hear the hollow thump of my knee hitting the ground. I know he’s probably heard it, but I can’t dwell on the mistake and slide under the bed frame.

The heavy pounding of my heart seems almost obscenely loud as it rocks against my rib cage. Pair it with my breathing and I don’t stand a chance.

When the door smashes open, I flinch, biting my tongue to keep the squeal stuck in my throat.

The bed skirt is too thick for me to see where he is, but I hear his sharp breaths. He’s moving around, unconvinced I’m not in here.

There’s only about a minute left. I know it. But before I can claim victory, two strong hands wrap around my ankles and yank me from my hiding place.

I scream out as I kick back, but his hold is an iron grip, bruising my skin as he flips me on my back. Adrian wastes no time ripping my shirt from my skin and tearing my shorts down my legs.

He pauses when he realizes I have nothing underneath, my skin bare, flushed, and ready for him. “Oh, little prey. How fucking perfect you are.”

I smile as he peels his own shirt off and frees himself from his joggers. “What time is it, Adrian?”

His nostrils flare when he looks up at the bedside table. I see it when it hits him. When he realizes his decision to give me a second chance caused me to win. His eyes flash down at me, and he smirks. “You win. But for now, I still earned my prize.”

Then he slams into me. I screech out, latching my nails into his shoulder blades as I try to adjust to the intrusion. He hisses as he draws out. “Fuck.”

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