Page 75 of Black Hearts
She took off in a run, disappearing in the wooded area shortly after, the branches of the tall trees blocking out all of the moonlight. I watched her go, the anticipation drumming up in my veins, and I wondered how much of a head start I should give her. I never specified, so any head start would do.
But the longer I gave her, the more fun of a chase it would be, for the farther she’d go before I caught up to her. And I didn’t know about her, but I lived for making it last, for drawing out the hunt. It made victory that much sweeter.
I could probably run faster than her, anyway, even on a good day for her, so I decided to give her a full minute head start. Longer than that, since I started counting in my head at one after a while. My hand tapped my pocket, where my switchblade was, and I waited. I waited and I counted, all the while knowing Juliet was somewhere in those woods, waiting for me to catch up to her.
Going on a hunt made me feel some type of way. Obviously, it made my dick hard, but beyond that… it was something primal, instinctual. Something that made the beast inside me itch with excitement and claw its way out of its cage. There was no other feeling like it in the world. Tasting the spoils of the hunt was a close second.
It was a race with myself once I reached sixty in my head, and I took off in a sprint, my arms and legs pumping in the wind as I headed into the darkness. Would be more fun now. More danger. You could trip over a root if you weren’t careful or run body-first into a branch. It wasn’t as if there was no light; once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could pick out shapes well enough. Still, it wasn’t an easy walk in the park.
Normally, Juliet was too worked up on trying to outrun or outmaneuver me that she failed to realize she could zigzag or make a sharp turn to the right or left and run in a different direction. Of course, she was much more used to being hunted now. In the beginning, I think the whole thing had caught her off-guard, so much so that she didn’t really know what to do.
Not tonight, apparently.
She didn’t go in a straight line. I ran for minutes and didn’t catch up to her—at my quickest pace too, which told me she’d made a turn somewhere in the woods.
Hmm. Maybe tonight would be more fun than I thought. I’d anticipated a quick hunt, a good fuck, and then back to bed, but I wasn’t opposed to making this last all night.
I turned around, headed back a bit, though I slowed my pace. The air was wet and woodsy with the smell of mud and trees, and I breathed it in deeply, letting it fill my lungs, becoming one with nature.
“I hope you’re ready for me by the time I reach you, Juliet,” I called out into the forest, not a single sound answering me as I walked along. My ears were perched and waiting for any giveaway: leaves crunching in the distance, a stick breaking due to being stepped on, or even the sound of someone tripping and falling on their own feet.
Yeah. Juliet wasn’t always the best prey, but it was still fucking fun.
“Because when I do,” I went on, reaching for my switchblade and pulling it out. I flicked open the metal, running a finger along its flat surface. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.” The metal was cool on my fingertip. Someday, provided Markus didn’t blow a fucking gasket, I’d love to carve my name into that pretty skin of hers.
Something snapped in the distance to my left, and I turned and started walking in that direction, still holding onto the switchblade. Juliet was someone who always blushed and stuttered when anything inappropriate was said, even though she damned well knew she enjoyed getting a good dicking. It didn’t shock me that she’d fumbled while hearing me say that.
After a few seconds, I picked up my pace. Not an outright sprint, but not a leisurely walk, either. I had to be going in the right direction. If there was sunlight streaming through the trees, I could’ve tracked her footprints, been a true hunter in search of his prey. But it was night, and so I went on instinct.
After being with her so long, after spending so much time with her, I liked to think I could predict Juliet’s movements better than she could.
“You can’t hide from me forever,” I said, knowing it was true. She couldn’t. Sooner or later I’d catch her, and when I did… let’s just say it grew more and more difficult to do anything but walk. Running with a hard dick wasn’t the easiest thing in the world.
Maybe it was sheer luck, but right then I heard a noise to my right. I stopped and turned towards it. Whatever it was I guessed to be about thirty feet away, around a few large tree trunks. My switchblade was still open, its metal itching to feel skin against it, and I headed straight for the sound. My own feet made not a single noise as I walked through the shadows, stalking my prey, Juliet.
To say she was a mouse and I was a cat would give her too much credit. Mice were quiet. They could scurry about and not make a sound. Juliet wasn’t so good. I wouldn’t say she was outright clumsy, but she was damned close.
A rather large tree stood before me, and I’d bet money on Juliet hiding behind it, on its other side. I stopped before it, every muscle in my body tensing in anticipation. My heart rate sped up, blood pumping hot in my veins. My cock was rock hard, straining against my pants, and my hand tightened around the switchblade handle, ready to feel that soft skin against mine.
There truly was nothing else like it. Knowing Juliet was powerless against me, knowing she liked it… filled me with something I couldn’t begin to describe. I wasn’t a fucking poet. All I knew was I had gotten trapped by that girl just like the others, in spite of how much I’d fought against it.
And I had. I’d fought against it, tried to hate her. I really, really tried. Maybe I got off on touching her behind Markus’s back. Maybe, in a way, it had been more about disobeying Markus in the beginning. She wasn’t to be touched by any of us unless he gave his express consent; his rule from the beginning.
Bullshit.
Fucking bullshit. Markus had to know bringing a girl like that into this house would be like setting a burning match down in the middle of a dry field of tinder. It was bound to ignite, and when it did, the flames that came after would spread so fast there would be no stopping it.
That’s how it’d been for me, and I assumed that’s how it had been for the others, too.
I stared at the bark on the tree, my free hand clenching into a fist. Without making a sound, I jumped around the large tree, pinning the body I found there against it and bringing my switchblade to her face.
Ah, Juliet. Just as I thought.
She inhaled sharply when I appeared, her body practically melting into the tree behind her. My lips smirked as I leaned into her, holding the flat edge of the switchblade to her cheek. I could feel her chest rise and fall with every breath, could feel that breath on my face. My other hand went to grip her jaw, forcing her to look up at me.
“There you are,” I whispered, digging my lower half into hers just to show her how much I’d enjoyed this little chase. “You tried to throw me off tonight, but it didn’t save you from me.” I leaned my face down to hers, turning her face to the side and exposing her neck to me. I breathed her in, her scent. “I guess I can just smell you. I know where you are at all times.”
Maybe that was an exaggeration. It didn’t matter. I’d caught her, and now that I’d caught her, I didn’t have any immediate plans on returning to the house. Or my bed. Or hers. The woods would do just fine.
