Page 141 of Brutal Revenge
I sprint into the grove. Branches whip past me, and the smell of lemons fills my lungs. Leaves crunch under my shoes as I enter the densest part of the grove. Even if I can’t outrun Matteo, I’ll have hundreds of hiding spots.
Behind me, Matteo’s voice echoes through the orchard.
“Four.”
Wild recklessness floods my chest as I increase my speed.
“Three.”
My heart pounds in my ears at the impatience in his tone. The gap between four and three was much narrower than the gap between five and four.
“Two.”
Sunlight stops streaming through the leaves when I reach a part of the grove covered with too many trees to let natural light through.
“One.”
I don’t dare look back.
“Zero. Ready or not, here I come.”
When he pushes off his feet—his steps fast and predatory—excitement bursts through my chest. The orchard blurs around me as I run, and I’ve never felt more alive.
In seconds, Matteo’s footsteps stomp the earth like thunder. He’s not sprinting yet. He’s pacing himself while also falsely portraying that I have a chance.
The bastard.
Too competitive for my own good, I push harder. I weave between the trees and duck under low branches, my breath coming in sharp bursts.
Hearing Matteo’s laugh, I glance over my shoulder.
He’s close.
Much closer than I realized.
His shirt is half unbuttoned from the run, and a dark, unruly curlbounces across his forehead as he traces my steps through the grove. He can’t see me, but you would swear he senses my presence.
He stops and scans the area, his nostrils flaring. When his eyes lock with mine, his predatory smirk sends a flurry of tingles to my pussy.
He’s the hunter, and I’m the prey.
A thrill shoots through me as I whip my head forward and run faster.
Matteo is so close I hear him shift gears. His footsteps are faster and more purposeful.
He’s chasing me now.
Really chasing me.
I dart left between two trees, hoping to lose him in the thicker grove, but he anticipates my move. He cuts across the row, closing the distance in two heart-thrashing seconds.
Then, not even a minute later, an arm wraps around my waist from behind, and my feet leave the ground. Air rushes from my lungs in a hurry when he spins me once before he pins me gently yet firmly against the nearest lemon tree.
His arms cage me in, and his warm breaths flutter against my lips as he murmurs, “Caught you.”
“’Cause you cheated?—”
He stuffs my lie deep into my throat with his tongue. As he kisses me senseless, he curls my legs around his waist and rocks his hips upward. His cock is painfully hard, and every grind rubs against my aching clit.
