Page 51 of Prey Tell
“It means I run.”
His expression clouds as his eyes grow hooded. “Good girl.”
Oh boy.
I resist the urge to physically fan myself, instead choosing to take a few steadying breaths.
We quickly go over the rest of the contract—ending a scene, which entails Chase putting a shirt back on or rolling his sleeves down. Then there’s punishment. I agree to spanking—with his hand to start—telling him we’ll start there and work our way up. This earns me a genuine smile. Last, the signatures. Chase withholds the pen from me as he looks me in the eye.
“I need you to understand what you’re agreeing to, Parker,” he murmurs.
“I do,” I tell him, reaching for the pen.
He holds it out of reach. “It’s three days of hunting. Of chasing you. Consensual non-consent. It will be messy, intense, dirty, and probably confusing for you. Do you understand?”
I nod.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“I understand,” I answer.
“Good. You are aware that for the purposes of this event, you are the prey, and I am the predator?”
Full body chills.
“Yes.”
“And you realize that you are stuck with me for the weekend, yeah? You’re mine for three days. This could change everything. I need you to understand that, Parker.”
His voice is softer, and I bite my lower lip as I take in his words. I’m not sure if he means our relationship, or his relationship with Jackson. His eyes skim down to where my teeth are pressing against my lip.
“I understand,” I whisper.
“There is no holding back for me once you sign this.”
“I don’t want you to hold back,” I tell him, looking at him through my lashes.
He shakes his head, looking away as he lets out a small laugh. “Fuck, Parker. You make it really hard to stay away from you. Do you know that?” I smile, and he hands me the pen. “Last chance.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” I tell him defiantly.
He chuckles and leans forward, pinning me with a gaze that reminds me of the big, bad wolf. “You should be.”
“Why? I know you, Chase. None of this scares me. Stop pushing me away.”
His jaw tics as he leans back. “Correction: you used to know me.”
I place the tip of the pen on the signature line. “What are you so scared of?” I ask him.
He looks away. “I’m scared I’ll break you. And I’m scared you’ll hate me for it.”
My heart pounds inside of my chest as I take in his words. Is this why he rejected me all those years ago? Because he was scared of unleashing himself on me? Is that what all of this is about? The warnings to stay away… the rejections…
He wants me, but he’s afraid he wants metoomuch.
My clit flutters at the notion of him finallytakingwhat he’s always wanted.
“Well, too bad for you. Because I’m a consenting adult, and I decide when I break. Besides, I could never hate you, Ravage.”
