Page 60 of Foxx
I have no idea where I’m going as I run out under the clear, starlit sky. The air is thick and humid, and I can hear the slow rush of the water when I take off, running as fast as my feetwill carry me through the expansive property. My heart races, pounding in my chest as I almost trip through the long grasses.
I quickly realize the only place I can hide effectively is near the water. The grasses are shorter by the shore, blending with the sand, but there’s plenty of cover a little farther out. I eye the shallows of the river. It’s sheltered by tupelos, willows, and river birch. The idea that alligators, rattlers, and everything deadly probably lurks in every corner of this place isn’t lost on me, but I can’t dwell on that now. I can see a good hiding place as I run, listening intently, all the while knowing my time is limited.
I lose my sandals as I run straight for the cover of the reeds and willows. The water hits my ankles, but it’s cool and soothes my aching feet. I’m drenched with sweat from being in the back of the van and in the cabin with no air-conditioning. I duck behind every bush surrounding the water, trying to find the best cover as the crickets and bullfrogs screech in the night. I haven’t quite settled into place when I hear him coming.
“Em-i-li-a…” he calls, drawing out my name slowly, taunting me from somewhere near the back of the house.
I stay deadly still, crouched down in the reeds in only a foot of water, and it slowly laps at me. The sandy bottom of the river settles under my feet. I manage to calm my breathing, trying desperately to stay quiet, shuddering with anticipation and adrenaline.
I hear his heavy boots trekking over the grassy path, and my heart feels like it might beat out of my chest. I’m terrified, but somehow also desperate for him to find me at the same time. The sound of his boots stops, and in turn, I stop breathing altogether.
“Mi-a…” I suddenly hear Aiden call again, more abruptly this time, and my heart stutters against my rib cage.
I’m dizzy and alive with adrenaline and need, an unspeakable desire for him. I’m lost completely to the moment. I want him to catch me and make good on his promise to fuck me, to make me scream his name into the night. My senses are running on overdrive, but the only sounds I can hear are the rustling of the reeds and the wildlife around me. I feel everything, my clothing sticking to me, my hair blowing in the light breeze, and my heart hammering faster, harder. What’s worse than hearing him coming is hearing nothing.
This is the moment my thoughts run wild. I second-guess everything, suddenly questioning if he’s actually going to catch me and fuck me, or maybe this was just his way to get me out of his cabin, easier prey for the predators. He’s a goddamn Navy SEAL. Did I actually think he wouldn’t come searching for me on silent feet? That I’d be able to predict when he’d catch me?
Just when my breathing quickens to a speed where I feel like I might pass out, I see something in the deeper water to my left. Just a glimpse in my peripheral vision, and then it’s gone. I’m frantic now, searching the waters for whatever it is I saw. Was it a gator? A snake? Or a different kind of predator?
Just when I’ve convinced myself that it was probably my imagination, I see it. First the top of his head, then his face. I’m frozen, completely still as he rises slowly from the river like the fucking devil himself, shirtless and dripping as the water laps around his thighs, and his ruinous icy eyes lock onto me.
A bloodcurdling scream, the likes of which I never knew I was capable of, leaves me and I’m up and trying to run, but my legs are so shaky.
I can’t go out the way I came because Aiden is there, so I dart off in the other direction. Only, the river bottom is uneven,and my feet hit deeper water, and I let out a garbled scream as it swirls around my legs.
Aiden’s strong arms wrap around me tight, and I slam back against his chest, hard.
“Caught you, my dirty little slut,” he growls just as the glaring yellow eyes of another predator catch my sight line, but I have no time to tell him.
My body is thrust into fight or flight when he suddenly shoves me under the water.
Chapter 34
Aiden
I hold Mia under the water just long enough for her to scratch at me and thrash wildly. I take a deep, satisfied breath, thinking of how soaked that perfect fucking pussy is gonna be with all the fear and anger coursing through her. She should be afraid. There are predators in this water that could make even the hardest of men piss themselves, but I grew up hunting gators, so I know better than to fear them. They don’t simply smell it. It’s in their DNA to detect it.
“You fucking…cock…sucker!” she chokes out as I pull her up. She’s sputtering into the open air and comes up swinging like the fighter she is. I lift her easily, soaked and dripping, and carry her right up onto the shore where I tossed my knife. I chuckle darkly. Even her anger sounds like desire.Fuck, I love it.
She’s kicking and flailing on my shoulder as we reach the water’s edge, where I lay her out flat on her back on the grassy shore. I slide my hand down to her throat, and her pulse races.I use my free hand to cup her pussy, hard. She whimpers in desperation, and I can feel the heat from her while the flat of my palm gives her needy, swollen clit some pressure.
Fuck, I can’t wait to feel her hot cunt wrapped around my bare cock, knowing no other man has ever been there before me.
“Tell me how soaked this pussy is, how you’re throbbing with need all because I chased you, hunted you down…”
Her eyes burn like fire in the dim night, and she swings at me, landing a good one to my jaw.
“Mmmm…Rhiannon, you have no idea how fucking hard it makes me when you try to fight me.”
“Fuck you!” she snarls between clenched teeth. Her body shakes as the Pentothal starts to wear off. Her adrenaline is cresting, and it’ll make every part of her more on edge. I already know it will make her tight little cunt grip my cock to the point of strangling it.Christ, the need I feel for her right now is beyond barbaric.
I slide a finger under her soaked panties, and my eyes nearly roll back when I feel how hot and drenched she is.
“Remember this fight while your greedy, dripping pussy squeezes my dick and begs for my cum.” I keep my free hand around her throat and sweep my thumb over her clit, stroking gently. Her hair is wet and matted and covered with sand. She’s fucking perfect.
“So fucking beautiful, Mia,” I rasp as I duck down to drop the softest kiss to her chin, unable to help myself.
It only takes the tiniest little moan from her perfect, plush lips for my control to snap.
