Page 27 of Cursed
She bolts like a startled deer, her footsteps frantic against the concrete floor. I follow at a measured pace, letting her think she might escape. A thrill pulses through me while I watch her desperate flight, knowing her mind is spiraling with terror.
My cock strains painfully against the zipper. I adjust myself, savoring the pressure. Even when Sadie’s confident and composed at her computer, I want her. But seeing her like this—frightened, vulnerable, running from me—it awakens a monstrous side of me.
I round the corner in time to see her disappearing down another corridor. The flash of her silhouette, the panicked glance she throws over her shoulder—it’s fucking beautiful. My breathing quickens, not from exertion but from desire.
“Run faster, little butterfly,” I call after her, loud enough to echo. “Your fear makes you so much more delicious.”
Every turn she takes draws her deeper toward my tech lab in this labyrinth—the perfect place to explore her. The knowledge makes me dizzy with power.
The cameras mounted in the corners show me her position even when walls separate us. I touch one as I pass, a silent acknowledgment of our connection.
I slow my pace deliberately. The longer she runs, the more her rational mind will crumble.
“You can’t escape me, Sadie,” I whisper, though she’s too far to hear. “You never could.”
My hand drops to my erection again, squeezing hard. Nothing—not the Hunt before, not any woman—has ever gotten me this hard, this desperate.
I herd her through the twisting corridors, each turn perfectly calculated to bring her exactly where I want her. The white noise generators embedded in the walls of this section create a blanket of silence that grows thicker as we approach my tech lab. No one will hear her screams here.
Sadie stumbles through the doorway, momentum carrying her forward until she realizes there’s nowhere left to run. The room is clinically white with banks of computers and monitors along the walls. A stainless steel table stands in the center.
She whirls around, her back hitting the edge of the table. The fear in her eyes is exquisite. Her chest heaves with panicked breaths, pulse visibly racing at her throat.
“Fuck,” I groan, unable to maintain my composure. The pressure in my pants becomes unbearable. “You have no idea how beautiful you are when you’re scared.”
Her lower lip trembles. A tear slips free as she blinks, racing down her cheek.
I step closer, blocking the only exit. “I’ve imagined this moment so many times, little butterfly. Watching you through those cameras... but having you here, seeing that fear up close—” I squeeze myself through my pants, not bothering to hide my arousal. “You’ve got my dick leaking in my pants just looking at you.”
She presses herself harder against the table, as if trying to melt into it.
“I built this room specifically for you, and this moment,” I whisper, moving closer. “Soundproofed. White noise generators. No signals in or out.” I tap a monitor showing an empty corridor. “No one’s coming to save you.”
The trembling of her body intensifies, and I can almost taste her terror on my tongue.
I close the distance between us in two strides. Before she can react, I grab her waist and lift her onto the metal table. Her weight is nothing against my strength. She fights, flailing wildly, but I’m prepared. The restraints I’ve installed click satisfyingly around her wrists, then her ankles, pinning her spread-eagled on the cold surface.
“No! Let me go!” Her scream echoes through the room, bouncing off the white walls.
“Why would I do that when I’ve worked so hard to get you exactly where I want you?” I trace my finger down her throat, feeling her pulse hammering beneath her skin.
She thrashes against the restraints, metal clanking against metal. “Please, Landon. This isn’t—I don’t want this!”
“Don’t you?” I slide my hand between her thighs, pressing my palm against her wet cunt through the fabric of her panties. “Your body tells a different story.”
Her back arches at my touch. I lean closer, my lips brushing her ear. “I’ve watched you touch yourself, remember? Watched you come while moaning my name.”
“That was different,” she gasps. “I didn’t know you were?—”
“A monster?” I finish for her, circling my thumb over her clit. “Oh, but you did. You just didn’t want to accept it.”
I tear her panties off her, tossing them aside.
“Stop it! Please!” Her voice breaks on a sob, but her hips twitch upward as I rub gentle circles over her clit.
“Your mouth says no...” I murmur, “But your body is already responding. Feel how wet you’re getting for me?”
Tears streak down her temples into her hair. “This is wrong.”
