Page 60 of Wicked Spite
“Fun?” Her eyes narrow, and I can see the cogs turning in her head as she tries to figure out what’s going on. “What are you up to?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I ask, smirking beneath the mask. “I’ve brought you out here for a bit of…excitement.”
“Excitement?” she echoes, one eyebrow raised skeptically as her eyes flicker between the mask and the knife I twirl in my hand.
“Yes, hellfire. Fun, and since we’re married, you get to be my lucky one. I am a man that adheres to his vows after all,” I say, the sinister edge to my voice evident. “I need to let off a little energy and I feel like chasing my wife and look at me killing two birds with one stone because I distinctly remember a certain fantasy about me fucking you exactly like this. Isn’t that right, Reagan?”
She’s frozen, eyes wide in both fear and desire. The war they are battling in her gaze is enough to make me start leaking pre-cum.
“Run.” I bark out at her.
Reagan hesitates for a moment, then her eyes narrow, and she takes off, running into the thick foliage of the woods. Her heart must be pounding, just like mine is. The thrill of the chase has always been intoxicating to me.
“Fuck you, Penn!” she shouts over her shoulder, but there’s a tremor in her voice betraying her slight fear.
“Better run faster than that if you want to stay ahead!” I call out, my laughter laced with ill intent.
As I watch her disappear into the darkness, I listen to the sound of her panicked breaths and the rustling of leaves beneath her feet. My senses heighten, excitement coursing through my veins. This is what I live for—moments where danger and desire blur into one intoxicating experience.
I count to sixty, each second feeding the fire inside me.
“Here we go,” I mutter to myself. The hunt is on and I’m going to savor every moment.
Stepping forward, I feel the dry, brittle foliage crunching beneath my boots as I make my way toward the tree line. The forest seems to hold its breath, waiting for my next move.
Pausing right after I slip in between two decaying trees, I close my eyes for a moment, letting all my senses wash over me once I take sight away. I turn my head slowly to the right and smile as the shallow, rapid breathing coming from my hellfire reaches my ears.
“Come out, come out, wherever you are,” I call, voice low and teasing. The wind carries my words, sending shivers through the trees. I hear her shift, a soft gasp betraying her position.
“Reagan,” I purr, moving silently now, stalking her like the prey she is. “You’re not very good at this, you know. It’s almost disappointing. How are we supposed to have fun if you won’t even run?”
“Fuck you,” she snaps back, her voice filled with annoyance.
“Such a foul mouth,” I chide her playfully.
A burst of movement catches my eye as she runs deeperinto the woods, and I finally start jogging after her. I feel the branches snapping underneath me as the ones still hanging from the trees scrape along my skin. My blood pounds in my ears and the forest blurs in muted colors as I zero on her.
“Hope you’re ready,” I growl, every inch of me alive with anticipation. “Because once I catch you, there’s no going back. We’re gonna play until you scream and cream.”
Her desperation is palpable, a sharp scent that mingles with the earthy aroma of the forest floor. It fuels me, driving me forward when I see a flash of her pale skin. I launch myself forward, closing the distance between us. My hand shoots out, fingers wrapping around her arm with an iron-clad grip. She yelps, twisting in my grasp, but there’s no escape now.
“Gotcha,” I hiss, yanking her back against me. Her body collides with mine, warm and trembling. “It’s cute you thought you could outrun me. You and I both know I could have gotten ahead of you at any moment. You’ve seen me on the field...”
“Let go of me, you bastard!” she spits, her amber eyes blazing with rebellion. But it’s all a front. I can feel her lust, taste it on my tongue. I could drown in it.
“You don’t want that, baby,” I murmur, my tone dripping with mockery. “You’re alone in the woods with a man who knows your fantasies. There’s no escaping this.”
She doesn’t try to run or fight me off as I tear at her clothes until her skin is exposed for me and she’s naked save for jeans and panties wrapped around her ankles and boots. I don’t bother removing them. There’s something more exposed having them still on instead of completely bare before me.
My fingers trace the curve of her spine, feeling her shiver beneath mytouch.
“Look at you,” I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. “So fucking beautiful.”
The tip of the knife presses against Reagan’s skin, my grip firm and controlled. I can feel her pulse quickening beneath the cool metal against her collarbone.
“Feel that?” I whisper, my lips brushing against her ear. “That’s what power tastes like.”
“Fuck you,” she spits, but there’s a tremor in her voice. Her arousal is so thick I could waterboard myself with it. She’s at my mercy.
