Page 74 of Hate Me

I look behind her into the dark of the woods. There’s only one thing I want of her.

“Run.”

1.I Chose Violence—iamjakehill |

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Chapter 24

Can't Hide

Finn

Iwatchherchestrise and stay as she holds her breath as she takes in my one wish. Slowly she lets out an exhale through slightly parted lips before a dash of mischievousness flits across her face and she tries to run.1I catch her wrist, and she looks down at my tattooed knuckles and shivers. I wait until she looks back in my eyes to say, “And when I catch you, I want you to fight.” Then I release her.

With a squeal, she spins on her heels and runs deeper into the woods. She’s playing with fire and loves the way it burns.

I already feel my cock stiffening watching her hair fly loose and wild over her shoulders. Her bare feet patter into mulchy earth.

“Better run, princess,” I call after her, my blood already heating. “’Cause when I catch you, there’ll be no mercy.” I whisper into the night.

My inner predator narrows in on the bright white of her lingerie like a torch in the dark.

I want her. I need her. She’s mine, and I’ll have her.

I pick up my pace, but don’t run in pursuit... yet. I enter the woods she disappeared into and laugh to myself as I can hear her giggling and breathing heavily as she scampers. My pretty prey is making this too easy.

The moon is full, sending silver beams through the trees. I catch sight of Effie behind a trunk, her back to me. I’m light on my feet. She doesn’t hear me approach until I’m right behind her. Her sweet scent goes straight to my cock. She spins at the last second and her scream of surprise is snatched with a kiss as I easily pick her up and slam us up against the tree.

“You found me,” she purrs.

“There’s no hiding from me.” I can feel her heart beating in her chest and my fingers itch to wrap around her throat and bury my cock into her heat.

I grind into her. “You feel what you do to me? How hard I get for just a taste of you.” I devour her with a bruising kiss, bending her to my will, needing her to be as hungry for my soul as I am for hers.

I’ve survived dozens of fights I shouldn’t have because I know how to read the smallest changes in a person’s muscles, their face, the quick flick of an eye. So when I dip my head to lavish her neck, I’m not surprised when her fingers twist into my hair and she yanks my head back.

What I don’t expect is the slap across my face that follows. I drop her and she gives me a devilish smile over her shoulder as she runs deeper into the forest.Naughty, little plaything.

“Next time you catch me, you better not wait to fuck me,” she calls, and every muscle in my body burns at her taunt.

I stalk after her like a monster in the dark. I wonder if she knows what she’s doing to me. If she knows the way her dark hair shimmering in the moonlight makes me want to wrap it around my fist and fuck her so hard she’ll feel me for days. If she knows the sound of snapping twigs under feet makes me want to throw her down among them and eat her perfect cunt until she’s dripping and begging for my cock.

I wonder all this, but of course, she knows. Because she knows me just as I know her.

I know her pulse is hammering with anticipation right now, that she’s equally thrilled about eluding capture as she is by the prospect of being caught.

She looks back at me, eyes wide and round with excitement, but the quick distraction causes her to trip and stumble to the ground. I take the opportunity to close the distance in a few quick strides. She flips over and scuttles back on her bottom, but she’s too slow. I’m right there.

She stares up at me, desperately scooting away as I undo my belt without ever breaking eye contact. I drop to my knees and grab hold of her legs with both hands, yanking them down. She tries to wriggle in my vice grip, and while she puts up a convincing fight, I can smell her arousal. My naughty little plaything—no, my naughtywifeis soaked for me.

I rip down my fly and fist her lingerie, yanking it roughly to the side as I pull my cock out, hard and throbbing, ready to plunge inside her. She freezes as I tease her slick entrance. “This what you want? Me to fuck your needy cunt until you scream for mercy?” She bites her lip as I ease an inch into her. I close my eyes at the overwhelming feeling of sinking slowly into her. “Christ, Ef, you’re so wet for me.”

“Mercy, my ass,” she spits and kicks me in the chest. I growl at the loss of her as she scrambles onto hands and knees. I let her make it a few feet—loving the view of her on her knees—before grabbing her hips with a grip she won’t be able to break and press her into the ground. I twist my fist in the sides of her bodysuit, my cock jumping at the sound of it tearing.

She looks over her shoulder at me, and for a split moment, I expect to see terror and pain written all over her face. But instead, she looks my monster in the eyes and smiles.

“No mercy it is then,” I growl with promise. I shove my fingers into the mesh of the lace covering her pussy and rip it open, slamming into her. She moans, and the sound is so sweet, I pull out halfway and thrust in harder to hear it again louder. Her sounds of pleasure only bring me closer and closer to my true monstrous self. Her hands sprawl out, clawing at the ground.

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