Page 47 of Never Die for a Sinner
“Why are you such a brat?” I counter. “You never answered my question, Ava. Do you want me to stop?”
“Fuck you.”
“If you insist,” I purr in her ear.
I keep up with her pace, letting her rock against me. Allowing her to take what she wants. When a soft whimper leaves her lips, I bite back a curse, leaning my forehead against hers.
This is fucking madness.
“Last chance, Ava,” I rasp, gripping her hip to still her movements. “Or do you want me to fuck you until you’re willing to tell me every secret buried in that pretty little head?”
When she doesn’t respond, I stand, grip her hips, and tug her down the bed. I’m about to climb back between her legs when she stops me in a breathless rush.
“Wait, wait, wait . . .”
I roll my neck, my control in fucking pieces from the little brat underneath me.
“What? Have something you want to confess?”
She pauses, soft green eyes staring up at me in the moonlight, and for a moment, I lose my train of thought.
Fuck, she’s pretty . . .
That’s when she chooses to strike, her sneaker connecting with my dick. I stumble back, allowing her to scramble off the bed, and curse under my breath.
“Fuck!”
Pain shoots through me and up into my stomach, but it’s momentary when the thrill of her hurriedly backing toward the door catches up to me.
Oh, little ghost, you have no idea what you’ve just signed up for.
“If you can catch me, you can fuck me.”
And then she runs.
I chuckle low and sinister.
“Game on, baby girl.”
I give her a momentary head start, listening to the sound of the door closing downstairs before I start after her.
Exhilaration courses through me. This is exactly the kind of excitement I’ve been searching for. This high I only feel when I’m with her. Only now, following her out of the house and toward the woods, it’s amplified.
My cock is rock-fucking-hard, pressing against the zipper in my jeans. Anticipation teems through me, my hands nearly vibrating. It’s dark and with no light, I know she doesn’t have a single chance in outrunning me. I know these woods like the back of my hand.
She was mine the moment those pretty little words left her tongue.
The forest is loud around me as I step through the trees, filled with the sounds of animals scurrying off. Owls in the trees.Leaves crunch under my boots with each step, and I drink in the scent of her lingering in the air.
Fuck . . . this is going to be goddamned glorious.
I pause just inside the tree line and listen, waiting.
To my left, a twig snaps, and I chuckle under my breath, stalking in that direction until I see her ducking under low-hanging branches and stumbling in the dark up ahead.
Watching her, I keep back, letting her think she’s getting away, when really, it was never even a possibility.
The moment I found her sneaking around my room, something in me snapped.
