Page 57 of Mara
“Eight.”
I was such a slut. The fact that each number made my heart pound faster was awful.
“Nine.”
Fuck…
He was going to find me…and I could only imagine what he would do to me when he did.
My body ached at the thought. My mind screamed danger while my legs clenched in anticipation.
I was going to hell.
The devil would be dragging me under right along with Jinx
“Ten. Ready or not, you’re about to come.”
The thrill of the fucking hunt had my blood singing, but not as much as she would be when I caught her. I loved hearing her beautiful voice scream out to a poor little god that couldn’t save her. The joke was on her. There was no God. Only a demon, and I was sent to drag her to hell with me.
She was playing my game now, and I had to remind myself I was not protected with any disguise. I couldn’t take this too far, or my whole plot of baiting Mara into thinking it was her big, scary stalker would be ruined.
My cock was throbbing with need, and I growled.
How the fuck am I supposed to hunt her down on this dark, rainy night and not fucking take every breath she has to give?
I took a deep breath, trying to center myself. The dark blond strands of my hair were sticking to my forehead as the rain continued to shower down on me.
“Oh Nirvaaannnaa,” I sang. “C’mon, you little whore. You already know how my cock feels inside that cunt. Don’t pretend like you won’t be on your knees begging for it.”
I waited for a witty reply, but there was silence.
Maybe she couldn’t hear me?
Mara’s cochlear was fickle. She was probably running around in these dark woods without hearing anything at all.
I smiled wider. My little Reaper was about to experience some true sensory deprivation.
She couldn’t have gotten far. Reaching into my pocket, I felt my bandana, which I used on my mouth when riding. The fabric slipped over my eyes easily, and it forced me to focus on my hearing even more than before.
This feeling was heady. My prey was deaf, and her hunter was blind. When it came down to it, my eyes were shit in the dark rain. This method was much easier to pinpoint exactly where the heavy breathing and soft sobs were located.
Not even a few minutes into the woods, I navigated myself toward a sound, running my hands over the trees in my path, and walking slowly to keep from smacking into one of the oaks. Nirvana was close.
“Gianna, where are you? Hello?”
That caught my attention. My prey wasn’t running from me. She was looking for that fucking woman.
Feeling the low growl escape my throat, I ripped off the material and marched over to Mara. She stilled when she caught sight of me. Usually, that fear would have me salivating at her feet, but she was ruining this.
“You really lack the motivation to fucking listen, don’t you? Should I give you a cookie for running even the five feet you managed?”
Mara lifted her face up to me, the rain soaking her dark curls and the moonlight lighting up her angry features.
“Are you serious? I am deaf, you asshole. I can’t play stupid child games with you when my sisteris missing. And do you even care about your baby?”
She used the tree to help her stand, and I watched her struggle. Her near-naked body shook from the cold downpour. Those eyes, so filled with liquid rage, were beautiful. She must know about the little rugrat.
Was it’s death quick after I left?
