Chapter 34
Lana
Freeing yourself from any commitment or restraint, even for just a moment, feels like a vacation on its own. I’m permitting myself to stop overthinking and to start feeling. Sometimes I forget that I’m only twenty-five years old and what life truly is.
Pain. Love. Surrender.
And I believe I found that in the devil himself.
After I swung at M, I knew he would understand what I was looking for. I needed him even more unhinged. My urge to know what he’s capable of transcends everything I learned throughout my life.
Stay focused, Lana.
Whenever I start feeling like I’m slipping into giving too much away of my control, I repeat those words. I can’t lose sight of what’s significant in life. But right now, I don’t have that luxury.
I need to run for my fucking life.
M’s basement door is open, and I run through his living room and open the door to the terrace so I’m outside. The only place my legs are running to is the giant maze. I have a sneaky feeling why he designed a maze, but I let that thought go.
My yellow dress is plastered onto me like a second skin—a combination of sweat and blood. The thought should sicken me, but it doesn’t. It makes me even more aroused. The way that M bled terrified me. Not because he bled, it’s why he bled. He did it for me.
I have accomplished something I wanted, but did I really gain what I wanted? I always craved control in a past life, but now I’m willingly surrendering it because I fucking want to.
I enter the maze, and after a minute of running, I am fucking lost. The chill of the night is seeping into my body, but the adrenaline keeps me alive and warm.
Winters in this town can be brutal, but arousal has taken over every fucking thing.
The cold bite against my neck, legs, and feet only heightens the sensation.
I welcome this sting of pain as I know it will lead me to insane pleasure.
I’m also going through the maze to learn about it for different reasons. Call me crazy, I like complexity, and this maze is just that.
“You honestly thought that you would get away from me like that?”
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
He’s here.
I try to look over the hedges, but I can’t see fucking shit. M probably designed the hedges of this maze to be taller than him, so nobody would see him coming.
“Little hummingbird, you are fucking crazy. I hear you.” His tone indicates that he is amused and that he can’t wait to catch me.
His admission also stops me dead in my tracks because he can probably hear me.
My bare feet were making noise against the melting snow, and my shallow breathing could be heard from a kilometer away.
I don’t dare to turn around as I’m afraid that he would suddenly stand there. So I use my peripheral vision to look around. There is a soft wind rustling the leaves and making my hair stand on end. My ears are perked up and listening to every single noise.
“There. You. Are.” My heart is fucking pounding, my lungs are working overtime, and my muscles are ready to spring into action. He is not standing before me, so he must be…
“Turn the fuck around. I need to see your fear.” His tone earlier was playful, but now it’s blaringly obvious that he is not fucking around. I slowly turn around, and there he is—all six feet and eight inches of him.
He is standing there with his fists clenched to his sides. He is only wearing pants with nothing on top. And even though it’s dark, the light from his garden is illuminating his hard body and the somewhat dried blood on his chest.
He takes one step forward.
“You swung at me.”
One more step forward as I take one step back.
“Then you ran away.”
I take one more step back.
“And now you are going to pay the fucking price.”
“What about the fifteen-second rule?” My question is fucking ridiculous, and he cocks his head in a laughing manner. His right foot wants to take one step forward, but I’m already bolting the fuck out of here.
I’m running so fucking fast through the maze that I hear my blood rushing to my ears.
M is on my heel, and it’s like he is sprinting toward me.
I’m tearing through the narrow corridors of the maze, every step a delirious mix of fear and exhilaration.
I feel every pulse in every nerve, and the lingering ache between my thighs is a sharp reminder of our last encounter.
Yet it only drives me faster, more alive, hungrier for this chase.
I look backward, and I suddenly bump against something hard. A large stone bench.
I double over it, and when I look forward, I see that I’m in the middle of the fucking maze. It’s a vast space.
“Fuck,” I say, and I immediately catch my mistake. I made a sound.
“That’s my job.” All the air has left my body, and when I try to stand up, M pushes me back onto it.
“You made me realize something, Lana.” M doesn’t rush his words, and they are sharp, dangerous, and magnetic. How the fuck am I growing wet again?
“What?” I ask him. I hear him grab something, and I think it’s from the back of his pants, because his dick is at full mast and poking against my ass.
“I like the fucking chase and looking for you.” I feel something pointy against the upper part of my right arm. “Let’s make it official then.” M is pushing a needle into my arm.
“Ah!” I yelp out loud. M takes the needle out and throws it onto the ground.
“What the fuck was that?” I think I already know, and he will confirm it.
“I put a tracker in you a couple of months ago.” There it is. “But now I want my prey earned.”
“What the actual fuck!”
“Don’t worry, it won’t put you to sleep. It will only dissolve the tracker inside of you with no effect on your body whatsoever. See? I think of you.”
I fucking knew it.
He taps on my ass. “Ass up, little hummingbird.” So I do. My feet are firmly on the ground, and I’m holding on to the large bench. He pushes my dress upward, and now I’m feeling the fucking breeze.
“Don’t worry, ljubavi, your ass will feel warm soon enough.” My eyes widen, and my mouth gapes open.
“Wh-what do you mean?” My knuckles are turning even whiter because I’m gripping the bench fucking tight. M doesn’t respond, and I hear his pants unbuckling and falling to the ground. He is now rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks, and I feel myself pushing against it.
“Open up,” he says as he brings two fingers before my mouth. And I open up for him. “Now, suck on them. Lube them up.” I take his fingers into my mouth and suck on them, wishing it were his cock. He retrieves his fingers and brings them to my puckered hole.
“I’m taking your ass tonight, little hummingbird.” There, my suspicions are confirmed. I should feel apprehensive and scared because nobody has ever done that to me.
“Fucking really? Nobody?” he asks me. Fuck, did I say that out loud? I’m letting my guard down, and I don’t know if I like it. I shake my head.
M slaps my ass as he plays with my hole. I moan.
“I’m extremely honored to be the first.” He spits onto my asshole. “And for sure the last one to take your ass.”
“M, I’m not s—” Another slap follows.
“Null and fucking void. You agreed to it.” Did I, though?
“Take your left fingers and play with your pussy. I need you wet and out of your fucking mind.” Like a fucking dog, I follow his every whim. I bring two fingers to my already dripping pussy, and I start rubbing circles on the small bundle of nerves, all the while he plays with my asshole.
I’m getting slippery, and M uses my juices to lube up his dick. He lines his dick against my asshole and pushes in very fucking slowly, and then retracts entirely. It hurts a little bit with the initial contact, but his fucking care is making me seek more of it.
“You are fucking starving for my dick in your ass, whore.”
“I am!” I scream out my honesty because if I’m silent about it, he might stop.
I want to laugh because that shit is definitely not happening.
M is now grabbing my hips and slowly increasing his speed, while I’m frantically rubbing circles over my clit.
Once he is almost entirely in, I push two fingers inside of me.
I’m struggling to breathe because my attention is every-fucking-where.
And M was right about feeling warm soon. The cold of the night and winter have become obsolete, and my body is like fucking lava.
On the verge of exploding like a volcano.
“Little hummingbird, are you sore?” he asks me attentively.
“No,” I answer him truthfully.
“You are about to.” His cock is now inside my fucking ass, and his rhythm is mirrored with his passion, unrelentless and primal.
“Your ass belongs to me, whore.” His nails are not scraping against my flesh, no—they are digging into my flesh.
“Show it to me!” I fully push against his dick, which makes him go even deeper.
Tears are forming in my eyes, and I fucking scream out in pleasure.
M is pounding into me so hard that I feel that if I didn’t hold on to the bench, I would fly forward.
My ass cheeks are thumping against him in a sickeningly loud sound.
I scream as I reach my climax. I pump my fingers inside of me faster, and then, paired with M’s savage taking, I come hard.
“Oh my God,” I bellow.
“Worse, me.” M spills inside of me and stays there until he is emptied. I pull out my fingers, and I can barely hold on to the bench anymore.
My energy is drained, and M notices this.
He scoops me up into his arms, and I snuggle into his warm body. Once we are inside his living room, I am attacked by warmth. What we did outside is a stark contrast to the inside of his lovely home.
M sets me down onto his plush couch, and I instantly melt into it. M returns with a pill and a glass of water. I look at it suspiciously.
“I’m not going to poison you. You are already here.” I’m still not convinced.
“It’s just paracetamol.” I nod at him and take the pill with some water. He takes the glass from my hand and takes it back to the kitchen. Once he returns, he sees me getting out of the haze.
“Let’s go upstairs. I’ll carry you. Just like for our wedding in the future.” I’m so tired that I don’t even want to argue. He leads me to his bathroom, undresses completely, and rips open the dress. I’m never wearing that thing ever again.
We both finish washing each other up, and he asks me to wait on his bed. He goes into the closet and produces a nightgown and some underwear.
“This is for you. Come on, let’s get you dressed.” I don’t do anything as he does everything. After he is dressed, we both get under the covers. My back is facing his front, and we spoon.
“Thank you for the best evening of my life,” he says as he kisses the top of my head. M is asleep in two fucking seconds.
This feels even more dangerous than what we did before.
Why? My heart is starting to rear its ugly head.