Page 119 of Feed Your Fiends

He eases off the bed, and I creep backwards toward the door.

“What are the rules?” His voice is even deeper now. Rougher.

“Simple. You catch me, and you become the puppet master.”

“Master…”

“You can do whatever you want. Make me move and scream and cry however you want.”

His smile broadens cruelly, and my heart and my pussy twitches in anticipation.

“Ten seconds head start,” he says lowly. “One…two…”

I don’t make it halfway down the hallway before he’s hot on my heels, matching two of my strides to his one.

He’s so close I can hear his excited, erratic breathing… until I reach for the lift’s black card he’d carelessly tossed onto the bench in the foyer. It’s beside another key, one with a keychain of Zoi’s cartoon face. Bae’s key? I don’t have to dwell as I grab the black card, but my swiping isn’t what gives him pause; it’s the jingle of the car keys I rip off another hook before blasting into the lift.

My clumsy fingers push the card into the slot while I push the button for the top garage. The penthouse’s private garage.

Gant stands just outside the lift, his eyes transfixed by the glowing button before they flicker to me, a boyish innocence blooming as the dark trance breaks.

“Why aren’t you chasing me?” I ask, catching my breath as I lean against the railing.”

“Dove.”

“You said you’d do anything to have me,” I say as the shiny black doors creep shut. “So come and get me.Again.”

When the doors reopen into the dark garage, I click the remote for the SUV with the beautiful butterscotch interior and climb in. Cracking the windows, my heart pounds in my throat as I wait for him to get the spare card Rin’s hidden again.

I settle onto the console between the seats and eye the tinted moon roof. The second I find the button to open it, the lift opens, and Gant emerges. I zone in on the deep etches of his V cut, on his hard dick that’s stretching his sweatpants tight as he stalks over.

“You knew where Jarett was,” I say when he stops short of the door. “You hid him from Jaime. From me.”

He swallows his sharp Adam’s apple bobbing. “Only for a short while. Bart had him mostly.”

I don’t roll the engine over but turn the key so that the moon roof can slide halfway open, just wide enough for me to get through.

“And you planned his return to Jaime in exchange for me?”

He doesn’t look remotely surprised or caught. Like he always knew this moment would come. “Do you want an apology?”

“Are you going to give me one?’

“For giving your mother what she’s always wanted and simultaneously getting rid of her to get to you?Never.”

“Then why did you offer.”

“I didn’t. I asked because you’re punishing me.”

“I’m not punishing you,” I say, pulling my feet under me as I balance on the console. “I’m helping you, like you helped me to finally see the truth about my family, no matter how painful.”

He says nothing, his expression pained as I slip onto the roof so that we’re facing each other again without the windscreen separating us.

“You can’t walk three-plus hours a day for the rest of your life, Gant.”

Still, he says nothing.

“You’ve been reading a lot about immersion therapy. Is that why you bought those car pyjamas?”

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