I swirled my knife around my fingers. “Yes, nine now. Tick tock, baby.”
He turned on his heel and sprinted out of the kitchen, his feet pounding down the corridor and deeper into the apartment.
Fuck. I didn’t even make it past five before I set off after him. I was too eager, too wound up.
Too fuckinghungry.
His feet padded a frantic rhythm down the hallway and I heard a door open and shut. I was curious to know which room he’d found. I really hoped it was my favourite room.
My feet pounded against the wooden floor, my boots clunking hard and heavy, but I skidded to a stop when I reached the main corridor. I unlaced my boots and shuck them off with my socks. I noticed Wilder had done the same thing, a pair of trainers discarded haphazardly across the floor.
Clever boy.
The first door I reached was still firmly shut. He wouldn’t have gone in the first room he’d come across, he was cleverer than that.
My heart pounded a steady rhythm in my chest, the thuds echoing in my ears and driving adrenaline through my veins. All my senses heightened and my dick was hard and heavy between my legs.
I darted into the next room along the corridor, one of the spare bedrooms. I headed over to the walk-in closet, figuring he’d probably hide in there but as I stepped closer, I heard a noise behind me and clocked Wilder trying to sneak out whilst my back was turned.
I lunged after him, my hands landing between his shoulder blades and knocking him to the floor. He went down heavy on his elbows, the crack loud and ricocheting down the hall. He yelped and scrambled forwards but I wasn’t letting him get far. I grabbed his ankle and pulled him towards me. He rolled over and kicked his free foot out blindly.
There was a sickening crunch as my head flew backwards and blood poured into my mouth. Pain erupted in my nose and I swiped the blood away from under it, swallowing what had dripped into my mouth. I felt so fucking alive.
Wilder scrambled to his feet and headed further down the corridor but I wasn’t about to let him get far. He picked a room at random, magically, beautifully finding my playroom, and he disappeared inside. He pulled up short as he took in the walls of whips and ropes and I slammed into his back. Wilder pitched forwards, not managing to catch himself quickly enough and his cheek slammed into the wooden floor with a loud thud.
I crawled up the length of his body and twisted my free hand into the chestnut curls at the base of his skull, pushing his face harder into the floor.
Wilder’s hips bucked frantically as he tried to break my hold, but I pulled my knife out and pressed it to the gorgeous column of his throat.
He hissed as I pushed hard enough that I sliced his skin.
“Caught you.” I leant closer and bit the lobe of his ear, hard enough to pierce it.
Wilder went limp in my arms, and I was a little disappointed.
“Giving up already?”
He threw his elbow backwards, catching my diaphragm and shocking a lungful of air out of me. My hold on him slipped enough that he could wiggle free and crawled forwards, but I didn’t let him get far. I couldn’t. I needed him.
Hell, I was beyond needing him. Now it was a goddamn necessity.
My dick was leaking pre-cum in my pants, and I was desperate for friction, for anything that would take the edge off.
I grabbed his calves and hauled him beneath him, rolling him onto his back as I did. There was a large red welt blossoming beautifully across his cheek and I pushed my thumb against it just to make sure it wasn’t broken.
He hissed and batted my hand away, before thrusting the heel of his palm up against my chin, catching me with a sharp jab.
“Fuck, you’re feisty.” I rutted my dick against his hip bone. “Are you done, baby?”
“No,” he snarled, snapping his head forwards.
My vision turned dizzy with the impact as my head jarred with the impact but I didn’t let go of him. My hands grappled for purchase around his neck, squeezing tight enough to have him gasping for air. I growled at him like the animal I was, the monster within me ripping free from any constraint I kept it in. “I hope you’re ready. This is going to fucking hurt.”
“Good,” he managed to get out through gritted teeth, the word a low, raw rasp. “Make it fucking hurt.”
The welt on his face is turning a glorious shade of purple, and I pushed my thumb against it once more.
His hips drove up into mine, and a pained groan passed his lips.