Page 49 of Not Another Dark Romance

He tilts his head the other direction, looking so fucking sexy in the bloody mask as he purrs, “Oh, we’re not done yet. Not even close.”

Before I have a chance to respond, he grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet. The sudden movement catches me off guard, but he holds me steady for just a second as I find my balance and he helps me out of the shower. He pulls my arms behind my back, grips my wrists, and pushes me into the bedroom, still dripping wet.

He guides us to the side of his bed, and I expect him to push me onto it. Instead, he reaches into the bedside table and surprises me yet again as he yanks me two steps back by my wrists, pulling me flush against his front. He leans in right next to my ear and whispers, “Run.”

I’m not even sure I hear him correctly, and for a moment, I hesitate.

“Run, Pet,” he repeats, pushing me away from him. His tone leaves no room for confusion, and instinct takes over as I sprint to the door. I’m butt-ass naked with an obnoxious erection, so he probably knows I won’t leave the house as I rip the door open and take off as quickly as I can. My heart is pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. His footsteps follow me almost immediately, stalking me like prey.

The chase is on.

I’m not familiar with his house since he’s never given me a proper tour, but I race down the stairs. The basement door—which I’ll be avoiding—is in the kitchen, so I scurry past that and into his living room.

Which is exactly where he catches me. Zane grabs me from behind, his arms wrapping around my waist and lifting me right off my feet. I kick and struggle, but it’s useless. He’s stronger than me, bigger.

I love it.

“Caught you,” he growls in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. He carries me to the leather couch, throwing me down on my stomach. I land against the cushions, and he’s on me in an instant. His hard cock is pressed against my ass. “Say peaches.”

“No,” I shout.

“Say it. Or I’m going to shove my dick in you, Pet.”

“No!”

He rubs his cock against my ass with the promise of what’s to come, but I refuse to use my safe word. I want this with everything I have in me. Instead of fighting too hard, I press back into his erection.

Zane grips my hips, pulling them up so my ass is angled how he wants, then he leans forward and spits on my bare hole, rubbing it in with his thumb.

“I’m done holding back. I’m going to take what I want,” he informs me, then pushes in with a finger.

Knowing that he’s working his saliva into me sends a thrill through my neglected cock as he pumps his finger in and out. Each movement is a reminder that this is new territory, a line we haven’t crossed before, and I love that he’s finally giving in to his desires.

I look back over my shoulder to see his eyes fixated on my hole through the mask he’s still wearing. Part of me wants to tell him to skip the prep altogether and just take me, but I’m sure I’d regret that, so I bite my lip, letting him open me up.

He tilts his head again, and fuck, that’s so sexy. I groan. “This is so fucking hot.”

His free hand comes down hard on my ass, and I whimper. “Did I say you could speak, Pet?”

“No, Master.”

He uses the same hand he smacked me with to push my face down into the couch, and I go willingly. The signature snap of a lube cap pops open behind me. That must be what he grabbed in the drawer in his room before he told me to run. The cool liquid slides over my ass, and he adds a second finger. I moan into the couch at the intense stretch, giving in to the fantasy. The masked man above me is preparing my hole for his use, and the humiliation of knowing that’s all I am to him is exquisite.

“Fuck, look at you, so desperate. Such a needy hole. You’re pathetic, falling apart when I haven’t even shoved my cock inside you. You were made for this, weren’t you, Pet? Made to be chased and fucked and used?”

Holy. Fuck. No one has ever spoken to me like this before, and my cock jerks from his words alone. I swear I could come untouched just from that. I bite the couch cushion to stifle my groan as I arch my back even more to meet his hand because he’s right—I was made for this. And until now, I thought it would forever remain a fantasy, but he’s literally making my dreams come true.

“Please, Master,” I beg.

He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and exposed. My face is pressed into the leather couch, and I brace myself, expecting the hard, brutal thrust I’ve been fantasizing about. But he surprises me yet again as he leans down, masked face by my ear. “I’m going to fuck you now. Take what’s mine. I’m going to claim every inch of you, mark you from the inside out. And you’re going to take it like the good little pet you are.”

I nod, my body trembling. Wanting him to just do it and stop teasing me.

The crinkle of a condom wrapper catches my attention, and I realize we didn’t talk about this the way we probably should have, but he’s obviously come prepared.

He squeezes more lube on his covered cock and positions himself at my entrance. “Last chance. Say peaches. Stop me.”

I shake my head. “No.”