Page 90 of Heartless Game

“Got you,” I said, turning right and racing through the trees.

I spotted her ahead of me, a flash of lightly tanned, bare skin and blue hair in the dark. I raced faster, gaining on her foot by foot. She must have heard the twigs crack under my feet, or maybe just sensed me chasing her, because she picked up her pace. Even as I chased her, I marveled at how fast she was, how determination and focus coalesced somewhere in her brain and made her almost superpowered. It wasn’t just with running. I’d learned, both from stalking her and from spending time with her, that Tovah was 40% focus, 40% persistence, and 20% sass. That combination made her a force to be reckoned with, and I admired her for it.

And right now, I was going to enjoy the fuck out of it and the way she was challenging me. Catching her was going to be all the sweeter for it.

My cock bounced, hard and heavy as I ran, but instead of being angry at how much I hurt from the need to fuck and to come over and over, I reveled in it. I was becoming a primal beast whose mission was to hunt down his woman and get inside her, and giving in was exactly what I needed.

Maybe Tovah’s goal had been to get me to talk—and I had talked—but she’d given me something unexpected.

Myself.

I was gaining on her, her breath rasping through the trees as she ran. A small part of me worried if she was cold, or hurting, or tired—I didn’t want her to ever be cold or hurt or tired. But as the lemon and sugar scent grew, I realized the truth: she was getting off on this, too.

“You want this, don’t you?” I taunted her as I ran, my words echoing through the night. “You want me to grab you from behind and shove you to the ground and hold you down in the dirt while I fuck you. I bet if I touched you, you’d be wet and slick, wouldn’t you? So wet that, as small and tight as that pretty pussy is, it would be easy to shove my cock all the way into you with one thrust. Are you ready for that? To be dragged to the ground and fucked like the animals we truly are?”

She whimpered, a sweet, scared sound that made my cock even harder.

Only a few feet between us now.

I stopped speaking, relishing the sound of her gasping breath and the quiet of the night, the headiness of knowing we were alone and could do whatever the fuck we wanted without anyone telling us we were wrong to do it. This was about us, Tovah and Isaac, woman and monster, with none of the bullshit that pulled us apart.

“Mine,” I growled, just as I reached her, grabbing her around the waist, the chains of my cuffs slapping her tits.

She fought me, scratching, kicking, and clawing, but it was like a kitten fighting a lion. I easily subdued her, shoving her to the ground and falling on top of her, holding her face in the dirt like I’d said I would.

“Isaac,” she cried.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, bad girl? You might pretend you wanted answers from me, but what you really wanted to do was unleash the beast and see what happened when he caught you.”

“No,” she cried.

“Yes.” I used my knees to shove her thighs apart, and the second my hard cock came in contact with her bare, andyes,wet pussy, my balls clenched and I came, my release splashing on her pussy, stomach, and the forest floor.

There was barely any physical relief, and I was still hard. Still ready. Tovah’s pussy was there for the taking. I’d resisted before, like if I fucked her, actually fucked her, it would be surrendering not only to the monster but to my true feelings for her. But with the Vice and Tovah herself freeing me, I no longer cared that fucking her would make me vulnerable. I wanted to be vulnerable. Wanted to expose the hidden parts of myself and surround them with the softest, most fearful, secret part of hers.

And so that’s what I was going to do.

But not when I couldn’t see her face. Not without those brown eyes telling me everything she was feeling when I finally got inside her.

Snarling, I gripped her waist and flipped her onto her back.

She tried to scoot away, but I trapped her between my hands and knees, so all she could do was stare up at me.

Well, stare up at me and beg.

“Isaac, please, you don’t want to do this,” she cried.

I lifted a hand, balancing on one arm, so I could swipe at the tear on her face. “Little snoop, why would you ever think I don’t want to do this?”

“Because this isn’t you.”

“Maybe it’s not Isaac Jones. But it is Isaac Silver. And I wouldn’t have realized that, if it weren’t for you. Thank you for that.”

“Maybe I don’t want this.”

“Don’t you? Fine. Tell me that, truthfully. Say, ‘Isaac, I don’t want you to stuff me full of your cock while I writhe in the dirt.’ Tell me you don’t want me to take the pussy that was meant for me, because you were meant for me.”

She didn’t speak.

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