Page 87 of Reckless Hearts

“What…” I swallow thickly. “What’s the game?”

Black fire ripples in his eyes.

“You’re going torun, Dahlia.”

A tingling sensation, like the tip of a cold blade, drags murderously slowly down my spine.

“I’m not sure I—”

“In here, Dahlia,” he murmurs quietly. “You’re going to run. And I’m going tocatch you.”

Holy fuck.

Holy fucking FUCK.

My eyes widen in shock, and fear, and anticipation, and my pulse jangles as adrenaline floods my system.

“I…and… What happens when you catch me?”

He doesn’t say anything. He just slowly advances toward me, staring right into my soul with those dark eyes as my blood roars in my ears.

“Deimos...?”

I tremble as he slowly circles me.

“What happens when you catch—”

“I’llfuck you, darling,” he growls right into my ear, making me flinch as a gasp rips from my mouth. “I’ll pin you down and fuck you hard and rough, like the good little fuck toy you are.”

Holy fucking SHIT.

I know he’s dead serious, and that only adds to the swirling, heady mix of fear and desire careening through my system. The threat…or is it a promise…is so hot and so scary at the same time that my system can’t decide what to do with all the chemicals being dumped into my brain and bloodstream.

I could tell him. Ishouldtell him. That this is new, that I’ve never done this before.

That it’ll be my first time.

But I don’t.

“Well?” he growls quietly, stepping back in front of me.

My throat bobs as I rake my teeth over my bottom lip, my eyes caught in the twin dark pools in his lethally beautiful, demonic face.

And slowly, explosions firing in my brain, I nod.

“Okay.”

His lips twist hungrily.

“But,” I blurt. “If we do this, there needs to be an expiration date.”

“To?”

“To…this. This entire arrangement of ours.”

He scowls. “We have one already. It’s a year.”

“Well, that doesn’t work for me.”

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