Page 146 of Reckoning

I start running, keeping my footsteps light. I don’t want her to hear me coming, I want to stalk my prey, attack right when she thinks she’s safe.

Besides, she can’t get far. I know two of the corridors off this one lead to a dead end. I’ve studied every part of the tunnels. I know it like the back of my hand. It’s like I can see the path ahead of me and I’m there, panting, practically drooling with what’s about to happen.

My Little Devil thinks she’s gotten away. She thinks she’ll be safe if she hides in the shadows, but she doesn’t understand that I know exactly where to find her.

I see a flash, a hint of movement and I pause. Waiting.

I’m a cruel bastard but I truly want my capture to be unexpected. I want her to feel hope, joy, to believe she’s outwitted me before the truth suddenly hits her.

If she went down the corridor I think she did, then she’s stuffed. There’s no back turn. Nothing but a few empty rooms. I make a feint of heading the other way, of pretending not to realise that she’s there.

I can practically feel the tension, the way she’s holding her breath.

Is she aroused right now? Is she as turned on as I am? Or is she convincing herself that this is wrong, that what she’s feeling is shameful? Either way she’ll be coming all over my cock so it doesn’t really matter.

I tuck myself in, flatten myself against the wall.

A shadow moves, a flicker of light gives her away. I hear the tiny sound of one foot being planted ever so carefully, and then it’s followed by another. I can hear how fast she’s breathing, the way she’s trying to keep that noise under wraps.

She pauses, waits. And just as she steps past me I make a grab.

Her scream rings out.

She jerks. She kicks. But I hold her tight.

“You can’t escape me, Sofia.” I growl right into her ear. “You’re never going to escape me.”

Sofia

Fear engulfs me. Fear incapacitates me.

I try to fight. I dig my nails into his arms. I scream, I kick, I do everything I can to get free but he’s too strong. Far too strong.

His words echo in my head. That I’m trapped. That I can’t escape.

A sob escapes my mouth and on some level I really am petrified, but I’m desperate too. Needy.

He’s trained my body, manipulated it and now all I want, all I need is him. I can’t even begin to explain the conflicting emotions. I just know that this here, it’s make-belief, I know Koen isn’t going to rape me for real, and yet I want to act like he is, I need to.

I need this fear, and this panic, and all of this.

I need it so badly.

He slams me back into the wall. I groan as my body takes the full impact and then he’s yanking me down, forcing me down.

I kick out more, I fight harder. One of his hands wraps around my neck, pining me down and the other starts ripping at my clothes.

I whimper, trembling, but I can’t deny how much I want this. How much his aggression is turning me on.

He shoves one hand into my underwear. There’s no tease here, no gentleness. There’s no way you can misconstrue this as simply heavy lovemaking. This is Koen taking what he wants, not giving a fuck.

“You’re so wet, Sofia.” He growls. “How long have been there, hiding in the dark, dreaming of my cock?”

“Fuck you,” I spit back.

He smirks, wiping where the saliva lands on his cheek.

“Such a foul mouth for such a pretty girl.”

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