Page 112 of Hideaway (Devil's Night 2)
He straightened his bent knees, standing tall again, and his dark eyes pierced me through the horrid mask. My heart lodged in my throat, and I squealed, racing faster down the stairs and feeling him on me like the clothes on my back.
The muscles in my legs burned, and sweat covered my brow, but God, I was excited.
I wanted him to catch me.
Launching myself down, down, down, the stairs, I could hear his jumps getting closer and closer. But I didn’t look back. I didn’t want to see him coming. I just wanted to feel it. Feel his arms wrap around me and danger take hold, forcing me to face it.
I sucked in short, shallow breaths, every inch of my skin desperate to be grabbed, squeezed, kissed, bit, and sucked. God, what was he doing to me?
Reaching the lobby, I swung open the door, catching sight of black out of the corner of my eye and smiling, almost delirious, because I was so fucking scared he was damn near right behind me.
I ran through the door, into the lobby, and looked around, seeing a few stragglers still sitting around the dimly lit hotel. No clerk stood behind the desk, and I swung around, not seeing any security guards or janitors or anyone. Not that I was planning to run for help, but I assumed what Kai would or wouldn’t do depended on who was watching.
Whipping around, I stumbled backward, watching the door and the white wall of the stairwell visible through the small rectangular window suddenly turning black as his form covered it.
A raging heat burned low in my belly, and I stopped breathing as he swung the door open and stepped through, locking eyes with me.
He seemed so much bigger now. He was already tall, but I was scared, and the fear had me gauging his size to mine. He could probably wrap his arms around me nearly twice.
Do it, I dared him with my eyes. It had been a fucking long day, and I was so tired, but fire coursed through my veins, never making me feel more alive. I wanted to see everything he was made of. Quiet, pondering, stoic, and reserved Kai Mori. Come on. Fuck with me.
I dipped my tongue out, licking my lip and tasting the sweat on my skin.
And he shot off, rushing me.
I gasped, spinning round and darting for the first doors I saw. I ignored the attention we’d attracted from the people sitting in the lobby and ripped open the door, rushing through.
It slammed behind me, and I dashed across the ballroom and scrambled behind a set of black drapes, just as the door swung open again.
I clamped my hand over my mouth, desperate for air, but I couldn’t stop gasping. It was too loud. The door shut again, and I couldn’t hear anything else, my heart was pounding in my ears so hard. Was he in the room?
Did he give up?
I wanted him to find me, adrenaline from the chase heating my blood, but I was so scared, too.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he called out.
I closed my eyes, shaking uncontrollably.
“I’m already inside you.”
My clit throbbed, aching, and I reached down, holding myself between my legs. Oh, G
od.
“I know you’re in here,” he continued. “I see the drapes moving.”
My hands fell away, landing on the window seat behind me as I fell back and stared at the black cloth in front of me.
“I want something that’s not mine,” he growled, and I knew he was right there. “But we’re not here, are we?”
What?
“We don’t exist, and this isn’t happening,” he told me.
I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Damon would never know, and what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me.
“We’re not here,” I whispered back, following his lead.
