Chapter Twenty #2
I shake my head as I open it to find another photo of me sleeping with the caption, ‘You snore like the cutest little freight train!’ under it. She decorated the page with more hearts and stickers. There’s even a fucking flower made of glitter in the corner of the page to bring it all together.
I roll my lips in, nodding as I close her makeshift scrapbook and slide it back onto the shelf.
My palm is twitching, but I try to calm myself as I make my way over to the bedroom.
I run a scalding shower and clean the glitter off of me before grabbing a t-shirt and jeans from my closet.
When something hard rubs across my hand, I frown as I flip my jeans over, and rage fills my veins.
She bedazzled the ass of my fucking jeans!
Thick, tacky rhinestones decorate the back pockets and make her initials. It’s the cherry on top that causes me to rip through my closet and find that every pair I own is now jeweled and branded with her initials.
I grab a pair, yanking them on along with a pair of boots before storming down the stairs. My loud footsteps bounce off the walls of my home as I round into the kitchen, and Addison shoots up from her chair. She’s smiling as she darts behind the kitchen island and points a finger at me.
“It was a joke!” She shouts, giggling as I brace my hands on the other side of the counter.
“A fucking joke is meant to be funny!” I seethe. “All of my god damned jeans, Addison!”
She bites back another giggle as tears well in her eyes. “I’m laughing, aren’t I?”
I point at her from across the island, my stare deathly serious. “When I catch you, I’m going to show you how funny this little prank is, Sunshine.”
Her face falls as I step around the counter. She stumbles in the opposite direction, her eyes wide as she watches me stalk her. “What are you going to do?”
I shake my head, a humorless and bitter laugh echoing between us. “You’ll find out.”
“If you catch me,” she swallows.
“When I catch you,” I correct. “Run, Sunshine. You'd better hide from me.”
She darts up the stairs, nearly tripping over her feet as she scrambles to get away. I hear a door slam as I lumber after her.
My rage and arousal mix like gasoline and fire, erupting through my system as I grab my skeleton key, the gas mask, and some rope.
She wants to fucking play?
Then let’s fucking play.
I step into the corridor that stretches along the upstairs. There are six different rooms, and all of the doors are closed. She’s behind one of them.
“The rules are simple,” I call out as I pull the mask over my face. “If I find you within the next thirty minutes, your body is mine until the fucking sun sets. You’ll beg for mercy.”
I get to the first door and test the knob. It creaks open, and I’m met with a dark guest bedroom. My sixth sense kicks in.
Not here.
A scared civilian hiding from an assassin.
The logical explanation is the room at the far end of the hall.
It has a crawl space tucked away in the closet that’s easy to hide out in.
Thalia put it there when we were kids, and that bedroom belonged to her.
She claimed she was going to tunnel her way out of the house, but Mom caught her before she could finish.
They bricked up the back wall, but that hideaway is still there to this day.
I left Addison here by herself while I went shopping. She’s far too curious not to poke around, but I want to get her heart pumping. I want her to think she’s won, all to drag her right into my trap, terrified and pleading for help.
I slam another door open, and it hits the opposite wall with a loud smack.
My footsteps are silent, and light as I wait.
I creep along the wall, counting down in my head before I throw another door open.
I’m inching closer and closer to her, and I can only imagine the fear and adrenaline that’s pumping through her veins.
I picture her delicate hands folded over her lips to muffle her breathing.
She’s probably tucked all tight in that hole, her legs drawn up to her chest as she sits in total darkness.
Yanking her out of there would be fun, but this game would be over all too quickly. As I kick in another door, I grab the alarm system remote from my pocket. I disarm the downstairs doors, releasing the outer locks.
She’s going to test her luck, and that’s going to seal her fate today.
I was truthful when I said she couldn’t run from me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want her to try.
I step in front of the door at the end of the hallway and place my hand over the handle. It makes a light sound as I twist it, but it doesn’t budge. She locked it.
Good girl.
But that won’t stop me.
I rear back and slam my foot into it, causing the wooden frame to splinter before the door flies open.
I make a show of it all—checking under the bed and pulling the closet open.
But I don’t show her that I know she’s there.
I pretend to gloss over her before closing the door and heading back down to the kitchen.
I lean back against the island, noting the time on my watch as I wait her out.
It takes ten minutes before I hear a door upstairs creak open, and I listen to her shuffle around before she slowly begins to make her way down the stairs.
She glances around the living room, scanning for me, and is completely unaware that I stand just a few feet behind her.
I make my voice clear and quiet, causing her to jump. “Run, Sunshine.”
She scurries toward the back sliding door and pulls the handle with all her might.
The low, distressed sound she makes has me itching for a chase.
I roll my shoulders and stretch my neck as she opens it and darts into the backyard.
Her bare feet slap over the deck before she takes the stairs two at a time.
She breaks out in a sprint through the grass, her powerful legs pumping and carrying her away.
The hunt begins.
She’s fast, but I’ve trained my whole life. I give her a head start to build her confidence before I crush it beneath my hands.
When she glances over her shoulder at me, I take the opening and launch myself from the house. I miss the steps completely and land in the grass before eating up the distance between us.
She screams, her eyes wide with fear as she attempts to run faster, but I close in too quickly for her to escape.
“Fuck!” She shouts as I tackle her to the dirt, knocking the breath from her as my body covers hers. It doesn’t take long before she’s got the wind back in her sails, and she begins to thrash under me. “Let me go!”
I clamp a hand over her mouth as I knee her thighs apart.
My other hand tangles in her hair as I rip her head back until she’s staring at the treeline in the distance.
“You were so close.” I taunt in her ear.
“I want you to stare at your freedom as I fuck you into the dirt.” I whisper, and her thrashing stops as an elongated, painful whine leaves her.
She doesn’t go completely pliant against me, but her fight seems to dim with the realization that this is happening.
“Maybe I’ll be nice and let you cum, Sunshine.” I mock as I uncover her mouth to unbutton my jeans.
“Fuck you!” She spits before I growl and shove her face into the Earth beneath us.
“You’re only making your fucking punishment worse, Addison.”
Those eyes, heated with defiance and that infatuating fire, cut into me. “Get off of me!”
I laugh bitterly as I yank her tights down and bunch them around her thighs. Her back is arched, giving me perfect access to her soaked pussy as she pants below me.
Looks like the thrill of the chase doesn’t affect just me.
“You’re not cumming until I say so,” I decide darkly as I notch myself at her entrance.
I yank her head back again, reveling in the harsh, pained grunt that leaves her as she stares forward at the forest that makes up the outer edge of the compound.
“Now watch. I want you to think about how fucking close you were to escaping while I fuck you.”
A low moan that teeters on a drawn-out groan leaves her as a breathless little ‘Yes, Sir,’ follows.
I hum deeply in approval, shoving my face into her hair as I scent her.
The smell of fresh wildflowers, and Addison makes my eyes roll back as she takes the first inch of me.
I can feel her jaw work as her mouth slackens in pleasure.
I push forward, flattening her to the ground as I bury myself deep inside of her.
“That’s it,” I growl in her ear. “Aren’t you glad I caught you? That escape can’t give you this, Sunshine.”
I’m delirious with her. The feeling of her body pinned beneath mine, the desperate way her slender fingers claw at the grass below, and the way her fucking pussy grips me.
When she only answers with a desperate, breathless mewl, I yank her hair harder. “Answer. Me.”
“Yes!” She screams, her wide, glossy eyes finding mine over her shoulder. “Yes!”
I bite her earlobe hard, eliciting pain as her cunt spasms and she whines. “Don’t look at me. Look at your fucking freedom and kiss it goodbye, Sunshine.”
As if at attention, her gaze snaps to the forest ahead.
Always eager to please once the smoke clears.
My good fucking girl.
My hips slam into hers, flattening her further as she cries out and her voice echoes through the property. Realistically, anyone could come outside and find her. Whether they would risk stopping me is another matter entirely. One I know no one will be brave enough to conquer.
“Did you really think I would let you go?” I rasp through gritted teeth as the heat in my body builds. “That it would be that fucking easy, Addison?”
“No…” Her voice quivers and cracks as she rips up the grass beneath her. “I… just wanted…”
“Wanted what? Hmm?” I mock harshly as I wreck her. “You wanted to leave? Is that it? Oh, Sunshine.” I chuckle condescendingly. “You aren’t going anywhere. Now are you?”
The steadily building tears track down her flushed cheeks, rolling like a tidal wave of her despair. “Nooo.” She elongates, her tone turning into a ragged expression of her building climax. Her walls clench around my length, and my teeth grit.
“I’ve decided you aren’t cumming yet. Not now, and not anytime soon.” I spit as my spine begins to tingle. “Your body is mine, and I want to fucking break you.”
Her throat works in a sob as I drag my tongue piercing up her cheek to taste the saltiness of her tears. It adds to the intensity along with the smell of the fresh air sticking to her skin.
She tastes amazing.
And I’m only getting started with her.
I slam into her one last time, my climax cresting as I milk every last drop into her. This isn’t the first time I’ve stuffed her pussy full, and it definitely won’t be the last.
I’m fucking addicted.
“Nooo…” She whines as I lift off of her. I’ve left her on the edge of release, and I love the way she’s hungry for more. I want her to beg before the day ends.
I drag her up with me, securing her tightly to my chest as I back towards the house with her heels dragging the ground. “Let’s have some fun, Sunshine.”