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CONAN

S he bolts again.

Fucking barefoot, bleeding, and naked—and laughing like a damn siren as she disappears between the trees.

I let her get five seconds ahead. Ten. Let the illusion of control sink into her pretty little bones.

Then I move like a shadow with a hard-on.

Her footprints in the dirt tell me everything I need to know. She's limping slightly. Right foot’s dragging. But she doesn’t stop.

Good.

She’s fighting. Just how I like it.

The scent of her—sex, fear, and defiance—is thick in the air by the time I reach the edge of a ravine. She’s nowhere in sight, but I hear her muttering “fuck” under her breath.

I tilt my head back and breathe deep. Goddamn. She smells like prey. But she runs like a queen.

I catch the movement in my periphery; her silhouette flickers between trees, backlit by moonlight. She turns, glances over her shoulder…she runs right into me.

She smacks into my chest with enough force to stumble back, but I catch her.

Now with both arms around her waist, I lock her in. And I don’t let her scream this time. I spin her, shove her hard into a tree, my hand clamping over her mouth.

“You wanted a fucking monster?” I growl against her ear. “You got him.”

She bites me right into the meat of my palm.

I hiss, but I don’t let go. I shove my thigh between hers, pinning her in place as I drop my mouth to her throat, teeth scraping skin.

She thrashes against me, her knees bucking, her hands scrambling across my chest.

Feral. Just how I fucking wanted her.

But I’ve got her. I’ve always got her.

I yank her wrists above her head with one hand, hold them tight against the bark, and grind my cock against her ass through my jeans.

“Still want to play, trouble?” I rasp. “Game’s not over until my cock is in your pussy. You can still try and run.”

She moans behind my hand, arching into me like the little masochist she is. My other hand grabs her hip, grinding her back into my cock. Fuck, she’s soaked. I can feel her heat from here.

“You should’ve fought harder.” I bite, dragging my teeth across her jaw. “You should’ve screamed louder. Should’ve kicked me in the fucking balls. Because now?”

I drop my hand from her mouth, just long enough for her to spit in my face.

“Go to hell.”

I laugh, wiping my mask. She’s shaking. But not from fear. Her pupils are blown wide and her chest is heaving. She’s so fucking ready for me.

“Darlin’,” I whisper, dragging my tongue up the shell of her ear. “I’ll take you there.”

I release her wrists just to spin her around. But before I can, her hand flies towards my cheek, and she slaps me. Hard.

My head snaps sideways with the hit. And I grin like a fucking maniac.

“Atta girl.”

I grab her by the throat again, lift her clean off her feet, and slam her back into the tree hard enough to shake the branches.

She gasps, legs kicking, and she’s screaming at me.

I lower her just enough for her toes to scrape dirt, then rip open my jeans, my cock already leaking.

“Tell me no,” I growl, lining up.

She stares at me with her mouth parted, heaving for air.

“No.” Her voice trembles. But her eyes, fuck, her eyes dare me.

I stay still, assessing her next move before I make mine.

And then she smirks and starts to roll her hips, rubbing her bare pussy against me.

She wants a taste of the real Conan. Well, she’s just summoned him.

I thrust in one brutal, claiming stroke, pinning her to the tree like she was made to be fucked by me and only me.

She screams so loud my ears ring.

Her back arches, her nails dig into my neck, and all it does is make me fuck her harder.

“Still think you can run?” I pant, slamming into her, each word punctuated with a thrust.

“Still think you're in control?” I whisper.

She wraps her legs around me, her cunt clenching so tight I nearly lose it. Her lips brush mine.

“Harder,” she whispers.

I lose it. One hand on her throat, the other gripping her thigh, I fuck her into the bark until she’s sobbing, begging, biting down on her own fist to stay silent.

I rip her hand away from her mouth.

“Scream for me, baby. I want to hear how much you love it.”

Or how much she loves me like this.

She shatters around me. And I don’t stop. Not until I’m buried to the hilt, spilling inside her, growling her name like a fucking prayer.

When I finally pull back, she’s limp in my arms, scratched, bruised, and smiling like a devil.

Her voice is a wrecked whisper.

“You call that a monster, beastie?”

I kiss her hard. “I’m just getting started.”

Holy fuck. I can barely breathe. My skin stings from her scratches and bites. I pull off my now ripped t-shirt and put it over her head.

“That was fun,” she tells me.

“Yeah, baby. That was fucking perfect.”

My cock still throbs inside of her. The fact she’s so into this—something we can enjoy together. Fuck. She really is perfect for me.

“Let’s go back and clean up, get you warm.”

She bites on her lip and bats her lashes.

I’m obsessed with her. I can’t deny it any longer.

“I can think of lots of ways you can warm me up, sir.”

Damn.

I’ll lose my mind soon, I’m certain of it.

After we have a shower in my gym, I give her another sweater that fits like a dress on her. She looks cute as hell.

“So, you going to take me back to your bedroom here?” she asks, biting her nail.

Fuck. I want her. Not here. She’s better than being shacked up in a tiny room in my garage.

But I can’t take her to Decadence. Not yet. Not until the Chase is done.

“You got enough room in your bed for me?” I whisper, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“If Bertie allows you in, then yes.”

“Good girl. Now, how about that race?” I tease.

Her eyes light up, and a naughty smile dances on her lips.

“Whoever wins gets to come first,” she tells me, wiggling her eyebrows.

I slide my hand down her back and grab her ass, pressing her tighter against me.

“Oh, yeah?”

Maybe I’ll lose on purpose so I have her pussy on my face first.

“Yeah,” she breathes out.

She pushes herself up on her tiptoes and runs her nose along my jaw.

“Maybe I want to lose so you can fuck my face and come all down my throat.”

I choke on a cough and all the blood rushes south.

“This is about to be the slowest race in history then, darlin’. Because all I want is another taste,” I tell her, yanking her back by her hair.

A soft moan leaves her lips as I dip my head down and run my tongue along her throat.

“Or perhaps, we change the rules. Whoever wins gets to go down on the loser,” I mutter against her skin.

“Yeah. I like that one better. I’ve been dreaming about tying you up and making you watch just how pretty I look sucking your big cock.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Hallie,” I hiss.

Her hands glide past my hips and around to my ass, and she squeezes.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, beastie? Being a good boy and letting me do whatever the hell I want to you.”

I sink my teeth into her skin.

“For some damn reason, yes. I want all of that. I don’t know what you’re doing to me, trouble. But don’t stop.”