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“So, little viper,” he says, teeth glinting. “What are you going to choose?”
Something fractures: fear or sanity, I can’t tell. I shove off him and my feet hit the carpet at a sprint.
I don’t look back. If I see his face I might turn to ash.
The hall yawns ahead, dim and unfamiliar, heartbeat counting off the yards between freedom and surrender.
Behind me, his laughter follows—dark and hungry as the hunt begins.
25
ROMAN
My little vipertears out of the office like she’s been set free.
The snap of her silhouette disappearing into the hall ignites something primal in me. My cock has been stiffening since we were first left alone together and as I watch her ass bounce away, knowing that it’s mine to catch, corner, and devour, makes me so hard that it hurts.
With a quick flick of my finger, I plunge the room into darkness, ready to lose myself in the hunt.
Her footsteps echo down the corridor, a pulse my own mimics. Each beat sharpens my senses, heightens the electricity crackling in the air. I focus on the sound, the frantic rhythm as she rushes to escape me.
Not really, though. She doesn’t want to get too far from me.
I’m sure of that now.
I saw how she looked at Rosa: like competition.
I’d have laughed at how wrong she was if her jealousy wasn’t so fucking adorable.
God, how I crave her capture, the feel of her squirming in my grasp.
I follow her out the door, catch her shadow slipping around a corner.
Oh, little viper. Nothing but dead ends that way.
As her footsteps move off, I feel her more than I hear her. She’s somewhere in the dark, running, thinking she can hold me off long enough that she’ll forget how bad she wants me. Maybe she can. She’s smart, and strong.
And she looks so damn good when she’s under my thumb.
I should be focusing, should be calculating—but my thoughts spiral to the memory of her lips wrapped around her gun.
That unholy moment she came on my thigh while I fed her her own threat, her body trembling and mouth eager.
And then the locker. The way she bit me, marked me, took control only to hand it back in the same breath. Her hand wrapped around me, her climax muffled against my neck.
Both times, she surprised me. I knew she had it in her, I just didn’t know it would be so easy to drag to the surface.
She’s not afraid of the dark. She’s afraid of how much she wants it.
And me? Am I afraid of how much I want her?
It took all my restraint not to fuck her every chance I had.
I don’t plan on fucking her tonight, either.
If I’m afraid of anything, it’s that I won’t be able to stop myself.
The hunt sharpens. I taste the air and catch the faintest thread of her—fear, sweat, that perfect perfume of adrenaline and fury. It’s sharp and sweet at once, a signature I could follow through a war zone.
