Chapter 8
Rose turns in my hold, hazel eyes wide as the low-hanging moon outside. “W-what?”
“If you beat me there, I’ll do anything you want, pretty girl.” The vein in her neck flutters, picking up speed. I yearn to feel the effect I have on her with my lips.
“I-I just want you.” She fumbles over her words and I have to rip out the wings of the butterflies that start flapping around in my stomach. Why, of all the people, did I have to fall for her? Is fate really so cruel as to line me up with my most perfect match, just to rip her away?
I can’t have her.
I can’t keep her.
Even if it’s all I’ve wanted since laying eyes on her.
“How do you want me, Rosie?” My hand slides up her spine, trailing over her bare skin.
“Soft and slow?” Following the strap of her dress, my fingers graze over her shoulder, tracing her clavicle, ending wrapped around her throat.
Her pupils dilate impossibly larger. “Or hard? With my fist in your hair, slamming my dick into you while your skin reddens with each spank?” To drive my point home, my other hand sinks into those eye-catching scarlet locks, gripping tight.
Her loud gulp is comical, making the smile on my face somewhat genuine. “I don’t know… I like the way all of that sounds,” she answers, red-hot embarrassment flushing her cheeks.
Tightening my hold on her neck, I say, “ I’ll give you a head start to think about it.
” Her lashes flutter, and I can smell her needy cunt crying out for me.
Kissing her hard and quick, I release her.
“Run,” I repeat. This time she takes off like a racehorse, disappearing around the corner while I slide the knapsack off my shoulder.