Page 137 of Dance With A Devil

“The night’s over. You’ll go as long as we say.”

When she winces, I check her back. A scratch. My mark. “Looks like I left you a reminder.”

She grins over her shoulder. “Then I guess I’ll wear less… so they know I’m yours.”

Goddamn.

I kiss her hard, then whisper, “Run.”

She does. Barefoot. Naked. Laughing into the trees like the prey she was meant to be.

And me? I just lean back, breathless, knowing this night branded me as much as it did her.

One of the Devils claimed her soul. But tonight, I claimed her body.

And I’ll never fucking forget it.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Athens

God, what just happened back there… I can barely catch my breath, and I don’t want to.

Whatever this game is, this dark, depraved hunt we’ve created, I never want it to end. I’m soaked in sweat, in sin, in sex. I can still taste the last one on my tongue, still feel his hands all overmy body, bruising and branding me like I was made to be fucked by the Devil himself.

And maybe I was.

Because this? This is a different kind of hunger. The kind that makes your blood run hot, your mind blur, your legs weak, but your core? Your core begs for more.

I don’t just want the chase.

I crave it.

Ineedthe way they hunt me. The way they don’t just fuck, I meandevourme. One by one. Each touch a new brand. Each thrust a new sin carved into my soul. I’m not sure who I am anymore, but I know who I’m becoming.

Prey.

Willing. Aching. Dangerous prey.

I laugh, giddy, drunk off adrenaline and lust, as I sprint through the woods, naked as the moonlight slicing through the trees. I have no idea where I’m going. That’s the best part. The fear? It’s a thrill that licks my spine like a blade.

There are five masked monsters out here, horny, depraved, and armed with nothing but power, dominance, and the kind of cocks that rewrite a woman’s understanding of pleasure.

And I’m their fucking playground.

Does it scare me?

Not in the way it should.

Do I want to be caught?

Absolutely. Just not yet.

A cold gust slides over my bare skin, teasing the welts rising along my ass. Goosebumps race across my arms. Somewhere along the way, I lost my pants, no,theywere stolen. I remember one leg coming off, but the rest?

Who the hell knows.

“Too busy begging to be fucked to notice,” I mutter, breathless.