Page 55 of Play Dirty

Sleeping prince in the west trail.

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I place the phone back into my pocket, then remove my tie as if that could help me breathe any better. My heart hammers in my chest, the familiar rush of blood heads south, and my body grows desperate.

I shouldn’t do this.

I should just turn away...

Focus on what I was asked to do. But my traitorous body reacts to her presence even before she comes into view. Each step makes my skin itch, my lungs constrict, and my pulse spike. I can feel the need to touch her in my bones. It always has been this way, since the day I first laid eyes on her, since the day her hand landed on my chest.

She’s become a fascination.

An addiction.

One I thought I rehabbed from, but tonight I’m willing to relapse. I’m past any reasoning… there’s none of that here. Only need.

I hate it.

I cannot stop myself.

My body moves towards her, like a moth to a flame… beckoning to my descent.

I welcome this hell if it means I’ll have her again.

Moving towards the sound of rushing water, I spot her.

She’s not even running or hiding.

Just there, my little mouse waits for the big bad wolf to come and devour her. A branch snaps as I move closer, causing her to shriek and bolt into the trees. I smile, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. Of chasing the object of my obsession…

I chase after her fast and locked in. By the time she hears me coming, it’s too fucking late. I slam into her, not hard, of course, but hard enough to remind her who’s the one chasing her. She gasps, the sound making my useless dick respond without hesitation. Her hands try to reach for me, but I dodge them. Grabbing them, I pin them above her head and into the bark of the tree.

There’sno more thinking…

Only actions.

I don’t think I’m fucking breathing because I’m too busy drowning. Losing myself in this moment… In her.

Using my tie to bind her hands together over a branch above her head, she doesn’t fight me; if anything, her body melts into mine.

Welcoming me back.

Where she’s always belonged. Fuck, Blondie.

I tug the tie, making sure it is tight and secured, before I use my thigh to spread her legs apart. Her heat connects with my muscles, and we both hiss.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I breathe against her ear, my body pressed into hers. My heart is a beating drum just for her. She lets out a breathy chuckle, her sultry voice making my dick stand in ovation. “And what are you going to do about it, Nico?”

Shit.

My hand slides up her exposed thigh, despite the alarms inside me telling me to stop, to pull away. My nails graze her skin. The urge to ruin her is making me dizzy. Overriding my brain screaming to retreat. But I don’t.

I can’t.

I want to touch her.

I want to fill her.