Page 47 of Hunt Me
“Run.”
Iris blinks at me, chest heaving, legs trembling. “What?”
“Run from me.” I stroke my cock once, watching her eyes track the movement. “I’m going to catch you, and when I do, I’m going to fuck you wherever I find you.”
“Are you insane?” She pushes herself up on the table, thighs still slick from her release and my cock.
I grin, feral and unhinged. “Perhaps. Especially for you.”
She stares at me for a long moment, processing. Then understanding floods those blue eyes—equal parts terror and exhilaration.
“How long?—”
“Head start?” I tilt my head, considering. “Thirty seconds.”
“That’s not?—”
“Twenty-nine.”
She slides off the table, nearly stumbling on shaky legs.
“Twenty-eight.”
Iris backs toward the door, her panties still abandoned on the floor beside the table.
“Twenty-seven.”
Then she bolts.
The sound of her footsteps echoes through the abandoned building—frantic, uneven, beautiful.
I stand there, cock still out and hard as steel, counting down in my head. My pulse pounds in my ears, adrenaline mixing with arousal until I can barely tell them apart.
Fifteen seconds.
Ten.
Five.
Her footsteps fade, heading down the hallway toward the stairs.
Zero.
I adjust my pants—not bothering to put my dick away, just making sure I can run—and follow.
The thrill of the hunt sings through my veins. The abandoned building spreads out before me like a playground, and somewhere in it, Iris is running with her pussy dripping wet from her orgasm.
I move silently through the corridor, listening for any hint of her location. A door creaks somewhere above me. Second floor, maybe third.
Smart girl, going up instead of trying to escape the building entirely.
But not smart enough.
I head for the stairs, taking them two at a time, my exposed cock bobbing with each movement.
I find her on the second floor, crouched behind an overturned filing cabinet near what used to be offices. Her breathing gives her away—too quick, too loud.
“Found you.”
