Page 137 of Dance With A Devil
“The night’s over. You’ll go as long as we say.”
When she winces, I check her back. A scratch. My mark. “Looks like I left you a reminder.”
She grins over her shoulder. “Then I guess I’ll wear less… so they know I’m yours.”
Goddamn.
I kiss her hard, then whisper, “Run.”
She does. Barefoot. Naked. Laughing into the trees like the prey she was meant to be.
And me? I just lean back, breathless, knowing this night branded me as much as it did her.
One of the Devils claimed her soul. But tonight, I claimed her body.
And I’ll never fucking forget it.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Athens
God, what just happened back there… I can barely catch my breath, and I don’t want to.
Whatever this game is, this dark, depraved hunt we’ve created, I never want it to end. I’m soaked in sweat, in sin, in sex. I can still taste the last one on my tongue, still feel his hands all overmy body, bruising and branding me like I was made to be fucked by the Devil himself.
And maybe I was.
Because this? This is a different kind of hunger. The kind that makes your blood run hot, your mind blur, your legs weak, but your core? Your core begs for more.
I don’t just want the chase.
I crave it.
Ineedthe way they hunt me. The way they don’t just fuck, I meandevourme. One by one. Each touch a new brand. Each thrust a new sin carved into my soul. I’m not sure who I am anymore, but I know who I’m becoming.
Prey.
Willing. Aching. Dangerous prey.
I laugh, giddy, drunk off adrenaline and lust, as I sprint through the woods, naked as the moonlight slicing through the trees. I have no idea where I’m going. That’s the best part. The fear? It’s a thrill that licks my spine like a blade.
There are five masked monsters out here, horny, depraved, and armed with nothing but power, dominance, and the kind of cocks that rewrite a woman’s understanding of pleasure.
And I’m their fucking playground.
Does it scare me?
Not in the way it should.
Do I want to be caught?
Absolutely. Just not yet.
A cold gust slides over my bare skin, teasing the welts rising along my ass. Goosebumps race across my arms. Somewhere along the way, I lost my pants, no,theywere stolen. I remember one leg coming off, but the rest?
Who the hell knows.
“Too busy begging to be fucked to notice,” I mutter, breathless.
