Page 36 of Capturing Ava
“Maybe? But I would rather run from you than let you feel you earned some self-gratifying victory by making me obedient. I’m not yours and I won’t be.”
Oh, that was not the right answer. Not mine? She was fucking mine. She was mine then, and she was mine now. Why would I chase her if she wasn’t mine? Ava might despise me with every ounce of fight she had remaining in her body, but I would still claim her. I would make her realize she was always mine.
“You are mine,” I growl. “When I catch you, little beast, you’ll wish you had chosen the easy way.” I looked at her with determination because if she didn’t believe my words, she would see the honesty in my eyes. “So, what’s it going to be?”
She stands there, determined. Her back straight, holding that fire within her soul and showing me that the fight she held within her was still present. “Catch Me if you can.” She smirks. She turns and starts running.
Run, little beast run.
Walking towards the stream, I look down at the spot where she was. What did she see that made her stop? I would never understand it, but Ava seemed to view the world differently. When I walked through this forest, it provided an easier path to walk undetected, but Ava appreciated the view she found herself in. Oh, how I wish I could view the world through her eyes.
Who would have thought it? She surprised me? It was something I didn’t see coming. When I challenged her to give up, it wasn’t because I wanted her to, since the chase made up for half the fun. She knew she would end up in my arms. She would end up with me, but then something sparked in her dazzling eyes, mischief.
I knew I was living on borrowed time and that I shouldn’t play with her in the forest but when she had challenged me, taunting me to catch her. I knew I wanted to play with her. Despite the imminent threat, I desired to capture the little beast, and it excited me that she wouldn’t make it easy for me.
I can hear her breath as I take long strides. She never strays from the straight path we traveled on. Well, this didn’t prove to be much of a challenge. I could smell the essence of her floral perfume as I walked through the forest, picking up the pace, getting desperate to catch the little beast.
It had been a long time since I had tracked anything. However, I hadn’t found anything as delicious as the little beauty I was hunting.
Like a wolf catching it’s prey and this wolf was hungry.
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RUN,LITTLEBEAST,RUN
AVA
I run faster and faster, my heart rate picks up as I speed through the trees. I could no longer see him, but I knew he wasn’t far behind me.
Taunting him was fun because I knew once he caught me I was in trouble. My breath is ragged as I lean against a tree.
“Oh, Ava, I can fucking smell you.” I hear him call. Shit. I knew he wasn’t far behind me. “When I catch you, little beast, I’m going to fuck you.” Shit. That should terrify me, but it doesn’t. The only emotion his words cause is excitement.
My breathing is erratic as I push my body to move away from the tree, running forward to get away from the hunter that was on the prowl. “Oh, little beast, keep fucking running. It only excites me more.” Shit. The desire crawls up my thighs as I feel my feet pound on the ground. Faster and faster I run, my heart is beating so fast I’m not sure how long I can keep up the pace.
I no longer hear him as I lean over, holding my side as a shooting pain shoots up my side. Great, that’s all I need. A stitch in my side. Just breathe, I tell myself as I try to regulate my breathing. I had run fast and far. There was no way he could have caught up with me yet. I just needed a moment to recover. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back. Standing tall, I hold my side as I steady myself, ready to once again run away from the maniac who was hunting me.
I try to move forward, but I’m pulled back to the spot I stood in. Chills hit my body when I feel his warm breath on my neck. His grip on the back of my neck yanks my body harder until I plummet against his body. “I would have let you keep running—.” He breathes into my ear. “But, little beast, I just couldn’t wait to catch my prize.” I try to struggle out of his grip, but anytime I struggle, he grips me harder until I yelp. “I humoured you and let you leave once.” His teeth nip at my ear. “That won’t be a repeat performance.”
“Let me?” I let out a nervous laugh. “You really are full of yourself, aren’t you?”
“Oh, little beast, that smart mouth of yours will land in a world of trouble.” I roll my eyes. He loosens the grip on my back and I twist to face him, but once I look into his eyes, I wish I could turn back around. His eyes look at me with raw intensity and I can feel the blush creep up my cheeks within moments. God, why does he have this effect on me? “Oh, look at you. So pretty, so pink. Even now, you want me to touch you.” I shake my head. “No?” He whispers. “I tell you what if you’re not fucking soaking for me then I won’t touch you but if you are—,” He raises a brow, his hands slide down my body, his hand dips into my jeans dipping into my panties and I let out a moan once his fingers hit my pussy. “Oh, little beast, you’re in fucking trouble.” He smirks.
His large hand wraps around my throat and if I don’t cum from this act alone. I try to hold in the moans that are dying to squeeze from my throat, but it doesn’t last long. He throws my body to the ground, still holding me by the throat. “Let me go, Chase.” I strangled out the words.
“Not a fucking chance, baby.” His lips crash hard against mine. I want to sink into the delicate darkness that is swirling around my body, but I raise my hand and slap him across the face. He lifts his head and darkness swirls in his crystal-blue eyes. “Oh, baby, you are going to regret that.” He threatens. His other hand grips my wrists. I try to struggle from his hold, but his grip is too tight to even move. He holds my arms above my head and I try to wriggle from beneath him. His lips once again crash against mine, and once more the dark taste of Chase has my body in knots, his tongue wrestles against mine in an erotic burst of pleasure. “I have been dying to taste you.” His tongue slides across my lips and a desperate moan crawls from my throat. “For fucking months.” He growls.
His hand moves from my throat, but it still feels like I can’t breathe. His scent, his body. It feels like I’m breathless with nothing but seduction whirling around my head. I can feel his hands crawl down my body as he drags the jeans and panties from my body. “Chase,” I beg.
“Baby, you never learn.” He gasps, “That smart mouth of yours is begging for this.” I shake my head. “No?” He spreads my legs apart with his thighs. “No matter what I do to you, I forbid you to cum.” My eyes widen. “You will not get a release until I think you deserve one.”
“You can’t be serious,” I laugh.
“Oh, I’m very serious.” He holds a serious expression on his face to let me know he is not joking. Not that I ever thought he was. If there was one thing I knew about Chase, it was he wasn’t much for telling jokes.
His fingers dip into my dripping pussy and the moans crawl from my throat almost immediately. “Hold it.” He instructs. I shake my head. His fingers twirl deep inside of me. “One, don’t you dare fucking cum.” His fingers slide deeper inside of me, moving faster. “Two, keep holding it.” His fingers hit me hard and fast. My breathing is erratic as the moans crawl out of my throat. “Three, you’re going to cum so hard for me—but not yet.” He breathes. His fingers curl and move at a faster pace, pushing my body to heights I’ve never felt before, faster and faster as his fingers move inside of my dripping pussy. The screams crawl from my throat and his fingers eject from my pussy.
As I try to catch my breath, my eyes widen from the shock. “I told you, you are not going to cum until I tell you to. Now, we have to start again.” I shake my head. “You only need to make it to the count of ten.”
