Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74123 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“That we did and we’re going to connect even more when we play a little game.”
"What game?" I narrow my eyes at him.
"Hide and seek like we used to play when we were kids. Remember, Petal?" He steps right up to me and gently tugs on a strand of my hair.
His fingers brush down my chest and over a nipple. A shiver runs through me as both nipples tighten for attention. It doesn’t matter what he does, I’ll always, always have this dip in my stomach whenever he touches me.
“That’s the spirit.” His lips tug in a smirk.
I shake my head, whispering, "I’m not playing.”
His hand moves slowly down my stomach and between my legs. I’m hot down there. Hot and wet and so ready for more.
“I think you really do want to play,” he says, sliding a finger through my wet slit and pressing against my clit.
I can’t help the little sigh of pleasure. I want him. I hate him. I love him. I love him not.
“I’m not playing,” I grind out again.
"See, you don't have a choice." He sucks his finger clean before he walks over to the remote and shocks me with the thing in the collar again, making me scream. Not because it hurts that bad, but because I hate how much control he has over me right now. "Scream all you want. There's no one around for miles. Now, play time."
He attaches a chain to my collar and I hiss at him as he tugs on it, laughing like this is some sort of game. He leads me outside, where the dying rays of sunlight are seeping into the horizon, coloring the sky in a rich, dark red.
"What are you doing?" I demand.
"You know, there’s a folklore here that says demons come out to play after dusk. I’m just keeping up traditions.”
I don’t know where this going, but I don’t like it, not one bit. “Jas…no.”
“Yes.” He tugs me again, causing me to yelp. “You're going to run for it.”
"Why would I do that?"
"Because I fucking said so." He forces me to my knees and tugs on my leash while I stare up at him with hate-filled eyes. "Run and hide, Petal. If you return to the house before I catch you, you win, and I'll take you back to the States and your precious cats."
Hope flares in my chest, but I ask, "What if you catch me?"
“I'm going to fuck your ass and take your last virgin hole for myself, Petal. After that, you’ll stay with me, where you fucking belong, and you’ll be a good little Pet."
He unclips the chain from my collar.
"But you can shock me at any second." I tug on the stupid collar. "Doesn't seem fair to me."
"Nobody said it was going to be fair." He smirks. "I'm giving you a sixty-second head start. Aren't I nice?"
Nice, my ass.
Before I can say anything, he starts counting. I scramble to my feet. I'm naked, fucking naked, it's going to get cold, and I'm in a place, a country, I don’t recognize. I don't even have any shoes on.
Jas watches with delight, continuing to count with a sadistic gleam in his icy eyes.
I’m going to catch you, fuck you, own you. Those eyes say without a word.
Not if I run. I scream back with my eyes and set off foe the forest.
My legs take control I keep running until the sound of him counting down finally fades away.
He's living out another one of my fantasies.
I flatten my back against a tree, swallowing a cry as I remember the exact video. Two girls, kidnapped on a camping trip, hunted down by a man who hurts them both.
I'd gotten off so many times to that video. Now, it was time to experience the real thing.
Footsteps come from behind me and I force myself to breathe as quietly as possible. Fuck. He can't find me. I want to go home.
Or do I?
Once again, Jas is fucking with my head, and I don't know whether I love it or hate it.
I wait for the sound of his footsteps to fade away before taking off in the other direction.
As my feet repeatedly hit the ground, scraping against the twigs and fallen leaves, the first real smile I've had graces my lips.
He's giving me exactly what I want.
And I might be giving him what he needs.
He catches me. He catches me not.
TO BE CONTINUED