Page 120 of Sinner's Salvation

Seeing the syringe in his hand, I step back.

He cocks his head. “You gave me quite the incentive. This is on you, love.”

“You can’t just put a chip in me. What am I? A damn sheep.”

“No. My wife.”

“Wait . . . I . . .”

He stalks over to me. The wolfish vibe he carries is intoxicating. Adrenaline spikes my blood pressure and I dash away.

“You really want to do this? If I catch you, you’ll be both chipped and fucked.”

“Catch me first.”

“I live for the chase. There’s nothing a predator enjoys more than the hunt.”

I take off down the tunnel in a sprint. Exhilaration licks at my skin. I feel him behind me, and the need to prove a point has me running faster. The adrenaline and excitement of the chase have me smiling. Nothing beats the feeling of being alive.

Needing to know where he is, I glance back but no longer see him. I come to a stop, catching my breath.

A hand drags me by the back of my neck into a hard chest. His fingers on my neck tighten.

“You cheated.”

“You chose the bunker, not knowing all the entrances and exits. And, darling, I’ll always catch you when I chase you. My prize is that I can take you however I damn please.”

“You love your possession fantasies.”

“And tonight, I’ll own you.”

One moment, I’m staring into his eyes, willing myself to shoot laser beams at him. The next, I’m hanging over his shoulder.

“Keep dreaming.”

“You’re such a brat.”

His palm connects with my ass. The smack resounds in the tunnel. My thighs rub together, in need of something more. When we pass the living quarters, I ask, “Where are we going?”

“Home. I’m not fucking my wife for the first time anywhere else.”

I swallow at that raw desire in his voice that has a direct link to my pussy. Shaking myself from his hypnotic powers, I try focusing on something else, but it’s all in vain.

The earth closes up behind us, and he places me inside the golf cart with him in the driver’s seat.

With every minute it takes to drive back the house, reality crashes in on me—I’m losing my virginity soon. I’m going to let someone inside my body.

“We should talk about protection,” I whisper.

He groans low in his throat. “I’m clean. I’ve always used condoms.”

Jealousy sets my insides on fire. “So what? Now you’re tired of using condoms?”

“Keep it up. My palm is itching to meet that ass of yours again.”

I clench my legs together, biting back a moan. It doesn’t matter if he touches, kisses, or talks dirty to me; he casts a spell on me that turns me into a sexual creature.

“I’m on the pill.”

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