Page 100 of Only for Him

She bolts past me, adrenaline trailing behind her like a bloody ribbon. I let her run, just for a second.

She thinks she’s free again. Thinks she’s won.

I stand, slow and deliberate. Every nerve wants to sprint after her, tear her in half, fuck her until we’re both dead.

Patience,I remind myself.

I will catch her. And when I do, she’ll understand what punishment really looks like.

I scan the void for noise, air movement, any hint. My hearing is sharp, but she’s sharper: not a single breath out of place. I close my eyes—a habit even in the dark—and listen for what isn’t there.

There.

Something shifts back towards the main hall, but it’s still close by. I imagine the pillar she’s chosen to hide behind. She’s breathing through her mouth, barely audible, just the wet click of saliva.

She’s trying to decide if I’ll hunt or wait her out. Maybe seeing how badly she incapacitated me.

Not enough,I think with luxurious, violent pleasure.

I move slow and silent, tracking her breath even though I know exactly where she is.

When I draw close, the energy shifts and gravity itself seems to warp as she positions herself, muscles coiling like a spring ready to explode.

I step forward. This time, I make sure my boots hit the floor hard. She’ll hear the limp, the slight favoring of my left leg, but she won’t know if it’s a ruse. She’ll be calculating, plotting.

I love how her messy little brain works.

That’s why I decided to make myself at home there.

I love the effect I have on her. Even now, when she should be nothing but terrified, I know her pussy is dripping wet and her toes are curling in anticipation.

Another two steps. Then I hear it: the tremor in her breath, a tiny exhale that says she’s about to move.

I lunge, arms wide, and catch nothing but air. She’s fast, and she’s learned to keep low—she slides under my reach, serpentine and slithering.

My eyes fixate on the dark shape of her retreating figure, each heartbeat pounding a feral rhythm of need through my veins.

The adrenaline rush floods my body, and I can feel my muscles tensing, residual pain sliding away leaving nothing but hard, throbbing desire in its wake.

Will it be tonight?

Even I can’t say. I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself.

She pauses at an intersection, and for a second I hear nothing.

Then a click: her thumb on the light switch. She’s hoping the circuit is isolated, that I’m not as thorough as she thinks. Nothing happens.

The dark stays total.

She swears, and the word sounds sacred coming from her mouth.

I close the distance. Each stride driving my frenzy closer to a climax. My cock is diamond-hard, the pain only feeding the urge.

I can see her now, a shadow inside a shadow, braced against the wall. Her pulse is a metronome in her throat. I want to bite it, and I will.

I’ll use the hand she bit to hold her down and leave my own mark on her neck.

The sweetest revenge imaginable.