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The figure lifts the visor, and for a moment, time seems to stand still as our eyes lock in a silent, tense standoff. Dion? What is he doing?
I blink, heart pounding in my chest, and try to make sense of what’s happening. But before I can react, he darts behind a nearby tree, disappearing into the shadows.
“Dion?” I call out. No response. I turn in circles, looking for his large frame, but there’s no one in sight.
Out of nowhere, I hear a whisper, soft and insidious, right beside my ear. “Run, little liar.”
My heart lurches and I whip around. There’s no one there. Just the stillness of the forest, broken only by the sound of my own ragged breaths.
“Dion, come out. This isn’t fucking funny,” I spit, irritated. Why is he playing games? He was supposed to wait for me outside of the forest.
The rational part of my mind tells me to run. But curiosity and fear keep me rooted to the spot, unable to tear my gaze away from where his figure vanished.
Every nerve in my body is on edge, every sense heightened as I strain to catch any sign of movement. But the forest remains silent and still, as if holding its breath, waiting for me to make the next move.
I start running again, and the sound of footsteps reappears, this time closer and faster. He is moving at lightning speed, and I have nowhere else to go.
Adrenaline surges through my veins when Dion lunges out from behind a tree, and the real chase begins.
With a strangled cry, I pivot on my heels and tear through the undergrowth, branches whipping at my face and limbs as I push myself forward. When I look back, I see he’s getting nearer. Fear grips me in its icy embrace. But beneath it all, there’s something else—a rush of exhilaration that courses through me like a wildfire.
Am I actually getting turned on by this?
The pounding of my heart fills my ears, drowning out all the other sounds as I race through the darkness. Dion’s heavy footfalls get louder.
I run faster, now a willing player in his game.
Dion notices my boost of energy and lets out a loud and deep maniacal laugh, slightly muffled by the helmet. “Oh, little liar. I’m going to catch you. And when I do, you’re going to wish you outran me.”
His threat only builds the arousal within me, leaving me breathless with anticipation.
I can feel his body closing in, his presence hot on my neck as he gains ground with every stride. And then, with a suddenness that steals the air from my lungs, his strong arms wrap around me in a vice-like grip.
Our bodies collide, his chest pressing against my back, and he steadies us. In that instant, fear and arousal blur into one.
His touch is rough, yet strangely intoxicating, his hands roaming over my body with a possessiveness that sends shivers down my spine.
“Stop,” I mutter, sounding unconvincing even to my own ears. “We’re just supposed to talk.”
“I changed my mind, little liar. Having you this close makes me want to fuck you against that tree.”
His helmet brushes against my ear, sending a thrill of anticipation through me. I should be fighting, struggling to break free from his grasp, but instead, I find myself leaning into his touch, my body responding to him with a hunger I can’t deny.
“We shouldn’t,” I moan.
“Your body is betraying your words, astéri mou.”
I shouldn’t want this. I know that.
Dion presses my face against the rough bark of the tree. Every rational part of me screams to push him away, to resist his advances, while my body responds eagerly to his touch.
His hands explore my skin with a gentleness that contradicts the urgency of our arousal, and the warmth of his touch leaves me paralyzed, making me crave more despite myself.
A moan escapes my lips when he reaches under my hoodie and grabs onto my breasts. He squeezes them hard, and I jolt.
His fingers travel down my stomach, reaching the waistband of my pants. I try to summon the willpower to resist, to stop him before things go too far, but his proximity overwhelms my senses, clouding my judgment.
Dion caresses the delicate skin above my pants and sticks his hand between my legs. He presses me harder against the tree, his other hand trailing a path of fire along my neck, and I surrender to the forbidden longing, knowing full well the consequences of succumbing to him.
