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“Did I hurt you?” His hands are everywhere at once, turning my wrists over, running down my calves. “Tell me.”

“That,” I tell him, “was the opposite of hurt. I could have tried to run when you brought me down here, but I’m glad I didn’t because…wow.”

He shifts. “Do you want to run now?” A hint of excitement lights his voice, and my belly tingles. “I’ll let you. I’ll chase you, little wildling. I’ll hunt you through my temple and catch you, and when I do, I will ruin you.” He pauses. “Not the east stairs, though. They are slick.”

I smile. Daddy likes a little fight, he said that when I was still tied to the stake. “That... sounds like foreplay.”

He growls, bracing himself on thick arms, a stream of saliva seeping through his front teeth. “Then run.”

I don’t hesitate.

Is it smart? No. He’s seven feet tall, and every step he takes is three of mine. But I’m going to make him work for it.

Chapter 7

The cool, wet stone slaps under my bare feet as I sprint through the temple, and when I say I am not built for running naked...

My breasts slap and swing and bounce, throwing my balance off like I’m walking the plank on a pirate ship in the middle of a hurricane.

These things are heavy, okay? They’ve got mass and weight that you do not see on sprinters.

I cup each breast and squeeze, pressing them against my chest wall, at least struggling against their ballast to gain a little stability on the slippery floor.

Steam follows me like a beast's breath, clinging to my warm, bare skin.

I’m dashing through a demon’s lair in my birthday suit after two of the most earth-shattering orgasms. You can’t make this shit up.

The halls and doorways up ahead blur as I pant and push my legs harder than I have since the middle school kickball game where I scored the winning run.

Honestly, I should have thought through this whole running-through-the-underworld-naked thing before I decided to do it. But now I’m here, and I’m all in.

Still, exhilaration rockets through me. I’m as free as I’ve ever been, and scared, and turned the fuck on.

I pause, letting one breast free as I brace a hand against the cool stone of the wall, my lungs burning.

I hear him.

Hooves on stone. Clunk, clunk, clunk.

Growls that echo off the cavern walls. And laughter. He’s enjoying this.

I return my Dolly-sized chest accessory to my hand and dart around a corner, a cramp in my side causing me to run sideways.

Fuck, another hall.

They all look alike.

I push harder, the chase lighting things up inside me I didn’t know could be lit. But shit, I’m so out of shape.

My breathing is ragged, but I’m also laughing, my chest burning, pulse hammering against my eardrums, but I keep going, laughing and screaming and so turned on I can hardly think straight.

What’s going to happen if he catches me?

I think I know…but maybe I don’t, and it’s the unknown that turns my belly inside out as I see another turn coming ahead...

A shadow slams against the wall ahead.

I skid to a stop, the weight of my triple E’s throwing me off.