Page 61 of Purity

His brows draw together. “Is something wrong?”

“No, I just…” My skin prickles. “Could you chase me first? I really liked it when we talked about my fantasy last night, and I think I want you to chase me and drag me back to the bed.”

His lips part. He stares at me for a moment. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah.”

His eyes grow wide before averting from mine. “I never thought you’d be this kinky. Not in a million years.”

The tension leaves my shoulders in a rush. That dazed look in his eyes is not disgust.

It’s awe.

He kisses me hard and fast. “Alright, I’ll give you a running start. If you make it outside—which I doubt—head in that direction.” He gestures with his head, smiling afterward. “I don’t want my dad seeing us and calling the cops on me.”

I squeal before pulling myself out from under him and hopping off the bed. “When you catch me, I’ll struggle a little bit, and I want you to tell me I can’t get away.”

His mouth drops open. “I can’t believe this,” he mutters before shutting his eyes and laughing softly. “Alright, my little freak, this is getting into territory even I’ve hardly explored, and I’m not doing it without a safeword. If you really want me to hold you down while you’re struggling, you need to come up with something to say if you need me to stop. Something that will really catch my attention, like ‘pineapple’.”

“What about ‘purity’?

“That’s perfect.” He leans forward, his nostrils flaring. “I’m not feeling particularly patient—” he gestures between his legs, “—so you’re only getting a five-second head start.”

“Sounds good,” I shout before turning around and rushing toward the door.

“Cheater,” he calls out, and I giggle as I run through his small living room. I make it to the slider door and yank it open. Pounding footsteps sound behind me, pulling me into that dark, primitive world.

I’m being hunted.

Heat pulses through my body and settles in my gut. I’ve only made it a few feet onto the patio when a pair of hard arms wrap around me and yank me into the air.

“That was not five seconds,” I shout as I wiggle from side to side. “I want a do-over.”

“Nope.” He pulls me against his chest.

“Let me go!”

He squeezes me so tightly I can hardly take a breath. “No.” His voice is deep and dark. “I caught you. You’re mine now.”

He lifts me and sets my belly on his shoulder. After gripping my thighs, he carries me back into the house. His big footsteps make my head bounce against his back. When we make it into his bedroom, he tosses me roughly onto the bed.

I glance up at him, and his eyes are dark and sparkling.

He liked that just as much as I did.

“Take that off now,” he says, pointing to my dress. “And look at me while you do it.”

My face heats, but I don’t hesitate. His eyelids grow lazy as I lift the skirt of my dress to my chest. When I pull it over my head and expose my breasts to the air in the room, cold shame starts to coil in my stomach, but it vanishes the moment I look at his possessive gaze.

“Underwear too. Now. And spread your legs open when you’re done. I want to look at you.”

I grab the elastic at my hips. Even as nervous as I am, I’m able to pull my panties down slowly and enjoy the darkening of his expression. After I toss them on the floor, I open my legs.

The little sound he makes is almost a whimper. He doesn’t move for a moment, and the silence in the room grows thick as he stares between my legs. Shame starts to tingle over my skin, and I can’t help but drop my gaze to the carpet.

“No.” His voice is hard. “Look at me now, or I’ll spank you.”

My stomach flips over. Oh my God, I never thought I would want something like that. It was humiliating being spanked by my parents. Why is the thought of being bent over his lap making electricity shoot through my veins?

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