Chase
“What’s this dress?”
“I can have dreams too, Grace.”
“Dreams about this dress?”
She inhales sharply, feverishly turning the flower-patterned beige skirt over in her hands. She was gorgeous in that white, lace bodysuit I kidnapped her in. An otherworldly beauty with an innocence that can’t be put into words.
“Exactly.”
“And does this dream have anything to do with…” Her beautiful, bright blue eyes bore into mine, surprise and worry mixing on her face.
“Your kidnapping?”
The muscles around her eyes tighten, her chest heaving. I brush her hard nipple with my thumb. I use her own weakness against her. The desire that overwhelms people—the sexual attraction she’s felt for me since she was fifteen.
She puts the pieces together slowly. She’s unbelievably na?ve. She really fucking wants to believe this isn’t a game I’ve set up.
“Yes,” she replies in a muffled voice, her pink lips trembling—just like her pussy, and her whole body. Goosebumps rise on her silky-smooth skin, and her nipples harden with desire.
The truth is difficult, painful. The little girl in her will be crushed by it when she realizes no one is chasing her, that I’m the one who sent all those sick presents.
But the woman in her is strong. She’ll bear the weight of reality and make peace with it.
She has to. Brick by brick, I’m picking apart the wall she’s built around herself over the past two years.
She made the first move—she played right into my hand when she gave herself to me willingly. She needs me.
I didn’t force myself on her—I waited for her.
I take the garment from her hands and toss it onto the bed. Her gaze, heavy with desire, rakes over my heaving chest.
“I won’t lie to you, Grace.”
“Okay.” She swallows, her heart racing.
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her to me. Her naked, fragile body—soft curves and silky skin—melts against mine. I bury my face in her hair and breathe her in. She shudders softly, her pulse quickening.
“There’s nothing I regret from the past couple of years. And I’d do it all over again, no matter how harsh it sounds. Because you’re mine, Grace.”
Her body tenses, her heart fluttering like a trapped rabbit’s. A fitting simile. But now she’s stepped into the snare willingly—the snare that will tighten around her throat, slowly.
“Why are you saying this?” Her voice is quiet, shaken. I can tell she’s close to crying.
“You asked me why we don’t talk about ‘it.’” My palm traces her side, then slides to stroke her round ass and her naked pussy. “Do you still want to talk about ‘it’?”
“No.”
A teardrop falls onto my bare chest. I cup her face in my red, wet hands and kiss her tears away. My lips curl into a victorious smile.
“I love you,” I whisper against her lips before I trap them in a kiss.
I used to love pushing her against the wall and entering her from behind.
Everything about her used to be mine. Her smile, her laugh, her anger, her fury, her hate…
Her body and her heart. Only I could see her, only I could take pleasure in her—in body and soul alike.
She’s no longer that fifteen-year-old girl I kidnapped, and I’m no longer that twenty-year-old boy.
There’s no obstacle in front of us. There’s no one who could stop our love.
The only obstacle is her fragile soul… I’ll shatter her again, then put her back together.
I untangle myself from our embrace and turn her to face the wall. I run my eyes up and down her gorgeous, tight body and muscular ass. I step in behind her and press against her.
“Why are you still fighting me?” I pant into her ear, and then I enter her smooth pussy.
“Because I must.”
My lips twist into a tight, icy smile.
“Your body doesn’t seem to agree.”
“Traitor,” she pants, pushing back against me, to make me slide deeper into her.
“Tell me about it, Grace. I want to hear all the dirty details.”
I pin her to the wall and move with slow, deliberate strokes, dragging moans and screams from her, again and again. My muscles tense, and for a second, I stop and close my eyes—I bask in ecstasy the smell of her hair and her desire spreads in me.
“You are sick, Baker,” she pants.
“But this is what you want. You said you needed me. Well—this is me, Grace.”