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“Maybe.” I kissed the tip of her nose and waved a hand at my back. Lennox canceled the ambulance in a soft voice, though I appreciated his effort. “What do you want me to do?”
Her head canted to one side, her smile growing. “Maybe I’d like to see you kneel.”
“But I already did that for you tonight. Be creative, Mistress.”
“Mistress?”
“Wasn’t I supposed to be your bitch?” Those were the terms we agreed to, but I’d do whatever she wanted as long as I got to hold her, kiss her whenever I wanted.
“Mmm. I’ll think about it,” she murmured. Her brow furrowed. “But I need something to clean this up.”
She brought her hand from her temple, and blood flowed freely from the scalp cut. I ripped my shirt over my head, pressing the cloth to the wound and kissing her mouth, then her temple.
“Whatever you need,” I murmured.
And I meant it.
Chapter Nine
Maddie
I sucked in a short breath because that was all my tortured lungs would hold as I reached the back door of Abernathy House, glancing around. My heart punched in my chest from the chase, but I made it to the door first. I was home free.
Those were the terms, or at least I thought they were. It wasn’t like I got the chance to agree this time. I opened the door and stepped inside only for two very hard hands to wrap around my wrist and yank me into the shadows.
I let out an embarrassingly girly scream as I stumbled forward too far, propelled by a hand at my back. The door shut behind me and a heavy weight pinned me against its cold surface.
“Did you think you could outrun me, Sutcliff?”
Maxom’s blue eyes blazed into mine, his gaze intense, his need obvious where he ground his hips into mine.
“I got back to the house unmolested,” I panted. “Those were the rules.”
“Were they?”
The hunt had been his idea, before he took me on a walk miles through the forest that bordered on the back of Abernathy House. He halted in the middle of nowhere, told me to take off my shoes, and run.
Maxom had been hinting about hunting for some time. Apparently now that our stalker and game days were over he needed a little something darker to keep him going.
What sort of girlfriend would I be to deny him his basic needs?
And so when he told me to run, I ran.
He crashed through the undergrowth with me for the first mile, but that was as far as we got. After that I didn’t hear him and ran on, chased only by silence.
His absence was far more terrifying.
My feet throbbed. Small twigs and random undergrowth bits clung to my hair and scratched my skin exposed by my thin yellow sundress. Which left me feeling a whole lot more exposed as he pinned my sweaty body against the kitchen door.
Maxom was sweaty, but he wasn’t out of breath, and his chest didn’t rise and fall like mine did. That meant he arrived ages ago.
“What, did you drive?”
He smiled, and it was anything but sweet. “You hate that I can beat you in anything, don’t you?” he murmured, running his nose along my throat, inhaling me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I squirmed in his hold, trying to get a knee between his, aiming for his junk, and failed.
“Breathing in your fear.”
