Page 29 of Doxed

I can smell the wet soil as we speed down the long driveway to Miles’ house. And although I know I probably shouldn't, because Miles is guarded and unpredictable and irritable, I feel a sense of relief as the glass house comes into view.

He parks the bike at the front door and the silence that falls upon us as he cuts off the engine seems louder than it used to be. It sounds like the entire world stops when the bike shuts off.

I almost topple off the side of the bike when Miles sets it on the kickstand and swings his leg over, standing up.

Strong, thin hands stop me, though. Lifting me off the seat and setting me on my feet on the ground. His warm fingers unhook the straps under my chin and pull the helmet off.

His eyes are stern and clouded with anger as he stares down at me as he crosses his arms over his chest. The black tee shirt he’s wearing shows off black tattoos scattered across his lean arms and I stare at them, committing every random design to memory.

“If you want to run,” his voice is rough, strained. “Then run, but I'm going to chase you. And when I catch you, I’m going to fuck the running out of you.”

I blink, stunned. “What?”

Miles leans in, his expression completely neutral. “Run, Briar.”

I take one step back, then two, three, before I turn around and sprint for the woods. When I reach the trees, I glance behind me, but he’s gone. And that only spurs me to run faster.

Branches crack under my shoes and I have no idea where I am or where I'm going. It’s pitch black out here, and I nearly run right into massive tree trunks several times.

Bark scrapes against my arms as I pump them to push me faster, and when I think I’ve finally run far enough, I stop, resting my back against a tree.

The woods are silent, no signs of Miles anywhere, and I take a break to catch my breath. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, but I don't know if that’s because of the cardio or because of how excited and nervous I am. Probably both.

“You’re breathing so loudly, I could hear you from the house,” Miles’ voice echoes all around me, and I duck on instinct, spiky pine needles stabbing my palms as I place them against the damp earth.

My head swings across my surroundings, but I don't see him anywhere, and I can't hear anything else, so I creep across to the next tree.

The anticipation of waiting for Miles to find me mixed with the adrenaline from earlier tonight is so potent inside of me that my head swims and nervous butterflies erupt in my stomach.

A footstep crunches to my left and I hold my breath, taking a soft, slow step to my right so I can circle around the tree and hide.

My eyes search the woods for Miles as my back slides across the rough bark until my body is stopped by another.

“Boo,” Miles says at the same time that I scream.

His voice is so loud in the silent woods and his hands wrap around my arms. My eyes widen as I stare straight at the silver skull mask from the night we met.

“I caught you. Do you still want to run, or are you going to let me fuck you into this ground?”

“Fuck me,” I whimper into his chest.

His hands move to my thighs and he lifts me up, his fingers digging into the backs of my legs as he presses me between him and the tree.

The rough bark scratches my shoulders and back, and the eerie mask reflects my face back to me.

But that's what makes this even hotter: the chase, the mask, the adrenaline.

I'm on a high and this is the best way to chase it.

In the quiet forest, I hear when Miles’ undoes his zipper, and then jostles me as he uses one hand to push his pants down.

I jerk against the harsh trunk as his icy fingers slide against my wet pussy, pushing my shorts to the side.

We share a brief moment of silence between us, just staring at each other before he plunges into me and I wince in pain.

He’s large, and I wasn't quite ready, but when has Miles ever waited for me to be ready for something? When have I? We’re constantly pushing each other and encroaching on the other’s space and time.

But the pain recedes, and all that’s left is hot, slippery pleasure.

Miles’ piercings slides along with him, adding a little zing with every thrust and my head drops back against the tree, the bark scratching my back and pulling on strands of my hair.

My mouth falls open, and the forest is no longer silent, but filled with Miles’ heavy pants and my moans.

I’ve fantasized about Miles, but this is so much better.

He fits me so nicely and he feels incredible. I could get addicted to this.

Miles’ thumb presses against my clit and he strokes it in time with his thrusts, racketing my pleasure to the next level and I feel my body start to give way to an orgasm.

He works me a few more times, his cock thrusting into me harder, and just as I'm about to crest into the most beautiful orgasm of my life, Miles jerks himself out of me and drops my legs.

I crash to the ground, pine needles stabbing to my hands and I blink into the darkness. What the fuck?

Miles shuffles behind me. “If you want to come, you better get to running again.”

“Wh-what?” I stutter on my words, feeling like I have whiplash.

“You didn’t think I was just going to give you everything you wanted tonight after running away, did you?

” he chuckles darkly, and I stare up at him.

“I’m going to make sure you get all the running out of you,” he pauses and I want to punch him in his still hard cock.

“So if you want to come, run until I find you again.”

My mouth drops open in disbelief as I push off the ground and run. Why am I doing this? But I can't think of a single reason to stop, and one throbbing, persistent reason to do as he says.

This is the hottest, most exciting thing I've ever experienced, and I love that I'm at Miles’ mercy. I love the rough touch of his hands and the domineering way that he takes my control. At the same time, he’s infuriating, but all that does is stoke the flame higher.

I slow down, my heart pounding in my chest, and I can’t hear anything over my heavy breathing. My legs are tired and my head is foggy with lust. I can't think straight. It’s a hard balance of wanting to be caught and instinctively wanting to win, not wanting Miles to catch me.

I slip past a tree, my feet slowing to a walk, when a hand reaches out from the back of the tree and grips my throat hard. The silver skull mask appears next as Miles squeezes my throat, his head cocking to the side. “I found you.”

A whimper leaks from my throat as my knees buckle beneath me and Miles lets me stagger backward as he advances on me.

“Take off those shorts, Briar, or I'll cut them off.” He twirls the familiar blade between his fingers. The one he used tonight.

My body shivers as I push my shorts and panties down my legs. He didn't say they both had to go, but I figure that’s what he meant.

As I straighten, his warm hands cup my shoulders and he spins me around. I watch the knife out of the corner of my eyes, worrying that it’s rather close to my neck and face.

Miles pushes on my shoulders, shoving me to the ground, and I hear his knee thud behind me as he kneels with me.

His hands leave my shoulders and run down my exposed back. “I didn’t get to see your perky tits earlier.” He traces the edge of my bra with a strong finger. “I want to cut this off of you,” he pauses. “Can I?”

“Yes,” my voice shakes, and I suck in a gasp when the chilled tip of his blade glides against my spine gently. Then he pulls on my bra and I can faintly hear him sawing through the thin material.

My bra gives way, falling down my arms, and Miles drags the knife down the rest of my back, following the dip on my spine. That shouldn't turn me on, but god, it does. Both hands reach around my front and one cups one of my breasts while the other circles my nipple with the tip of the knife.

Looking down, I watch as the silver metal and jagged edge twirls around my sensitive tip. I hold my breath and keep my chest still.

“You shouldn’t have gone into my office, but I can't be mad that you outsmarted me. How did you do it?” Miles asks into my ear, his warm breath fanning over my lobe and causing chills to run down my spine. His tongue glides from my ear to my shoulder.

“I’m not telling.” I suck in a gasp when he removes the knife, and his teeth close around

my skin. The bites stings, but then he sucks hard on the tender spot and zings of lust shoot through my nerves.

“I wouldn’t either.” His palm presses between my shoulder blades and he shoves me forward.

My hands fly out to catch myself as the head of his cock sweeps against my wet core before pushing in.

My fingers dig into the wet ground as the sensations roll through me.

He’s feels so fucking good and the piercing that I love to toy with is now working me over so well, dragging against my g spot mercilessly.

Miles’ hands anchor me still by my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.

Our moans and grunts echo into the dark forest, and I feel on top of the world. I'm thoroughly enjoying myself, and this is the first time in a long while that I can say that. I don’t have to think about how to please Miles. I’m completely focused on myself. This is about me and my pleasure.

Miles leans over, his shirt swaying across my back.

“Quit holding out on me, Briar. I know you’re close,” he growls into my ear as one of his hands slides from my hip to my pussy.

His long fingers slide through my folds and massage my clit.

I mewl because he’s right. “Do you need me to be rough?” he asks, his other hand leaving my hip and clasping around my throat.

He lifts me by it, his arm and hand pressing my back to his front as he hand presses us together below.

I lose myself in his arms, resting my head against his chest as he pumps into me roughly and rubs my clit gently with such juxtaposition.

My body tenses as the orgasm flows through my body, lighting up every nerve ending and choking my cries of pleasure. Miles holds me as I lose all the strength in my body, keeping me from collapsing in the dirt, and fucks me without abandon.

He finishes with a roar and I’m on the verge of a second orgasm when he swiftly pulls out of me and I whimper at the vast loss of him.

Miles lets go of me and I barely manage to catch myself before I face plant into the wet earth.

“You didn’t think I was going to reward you again, did you?

” He leans over me, his smooth cheek brushing against mine.

“You broke into my office, made me chase you down, and then protect you again.” Miles pulls away and I feel the cool night air sweep across my back.

“Goodnight, Briar. If you want to run again, you do it here.” The warmth of his thighs leave mine and I watch from the ground as he saunters in a direction I assume is his house.

I should go too before I get lost out here.

My eyes scan the ground, but it looks like I’ll be walking back naked since my bra is trashed and I can't find my shorts. I just know Miles took them. Asshole.