Twisted Together (Monsters in the Dark #3)(63)

Why the hell didn't I keep her tied? Did I think she'd forget about our masquerade and stand obediently for me? Did I believe she was so afraid of whoever she saw in her delusion to obey? The burn for freedom was stronger than her fear of pain or retaliation.

The knowledge walloped me around the head.

It's stronger than her fear of pain.

If I could get her to accept freedom. Get her to think she won her freedom … .

Hope. Glorious fucking hope. I knew what I had to do.

But first I had to catch the bloody woman.

A chase was not good for a man like me-a man walking the tightrope between civilization and animalistic needs. Running triggered one thing in my brain: prey. 

My breathing increased as I charged through the house. Room after room-empty. She was tripping on substances I'd given her. Reacting to nightmares I fed to her.

And now I'd turned into a worse predator than I already was.

Every room I ran through, the more my headache grew. I lost control of the cage I'd locked the monster in; the beast hurled itself into being. Running after prey. Hunting for the weak. Searching for a woman I wanted to fuck so damn much.

Stalk her. Take her.

All my righteous thoughts of saving her were deleted by the overpowering rage in my stomach. It fired hotter and hotter, craving her beneath me-surrendering to me.

The situation turned from terrible to downright dangerous. I salivated at the thought of catching her.

My mind ran riot with so many sinful things of non-consent, screams, and endless fucking orgasms. Slamming her to the ground, spreading her legs. Both of us gasping for breath while I took her in retribution.

Shit, Tess, you really shouldn't have run.

I slammed to a halt as a noise sounded from the back of the house. The beast inside howled while the man panted with black delight. I'd found her. The moment I caught her-

I'm going to taste her. I'm going to make her cry.

Then rationality knocked aside my monstrous thoughts. I had to get her before she found an exit. If anyone saw this. If anyone was witness to the CEO of Moineau Holdings chasing after a naked woman screaming about being kidnapped for the sex trade … .Shit, my company would be ruined. I'd be ruined. I'd end up in jail.

I couldn't let that happen.

Sprinting faster, I grabbed onto walls, hurling myself around corners, slowly gaining ground on the running footsteps up ahead.

A glimpse of blonde as Tess sprinted, disappearing around a corner.

My body shuddered, cursing the tight balls between my legs, the lust thick in my veins. You're almost mine, Tess.

Power supercharged my legs as I hurled after her. She was headed for the back door.

No! My heart exploded as I careened around the bend just in time to see her beeline for the exit-the exit we'd entered through. She'd been unconscious. How did she know it was there?

Tess grappled with the handle while I stood gawking like an idiot. In a twist and leap, she barrelled through the door and into beaming sunshine.

Shit!

I charged, bowling after her, squinting in the new dawn. Tess was fast, but she was no match for me. I gained on my runaway slave and every black part of me yelled in triumph. My mouth watered with freedom.

I'm going to show you why you don't run from me.

I wouldn't be able to control myself when I caught her. I wouldn't have any hope at stopping what would happen. I would throw her down, rip off my trousers, and bury myself so fucking deep inside her I'd guarantee to make her scream.

Each whizzing heartbeat sang a different story. Run. Stop. Run. Stop.

There would be no stopping. Not until I'd wrung myself dry inside her.

Then, from my peripheral vision, a hurtling black suit and pumping arms appeared. Franco tore after Tess, effortlessly grabbing her, clamping his arms around her panting body.

I blinked, unable to believe what happened. Not only had Franco saved my reputation with the outside world, but he also saved me from raping and destroying her.

My entire body wanted to pounce, to drive deep inside. I needed to claim her. I needed to remind her she should never fucking run from me.

The beast inside howled. I wanted what Franco had stolen. I wanted the rage and freedom to hurt her. I'd been so close to taking her. So close to not caring about the aftermath.

Tess screamed, squirming in his arms. His green eyes flashed, managing to slap a hand over her mouth, locking her tight against him. Franco's arm wrapped around her middle, carefully avoiding any part I'd kill him for touching.



       
         
       
        

His eyebrow rose as I skidded to a halt.

Jealousy took three long seconds to hit.

But when it did-fuck it crippled me.

Green. Hot. Liquid jealousy.

Fuck, he was touching her. Double fuck he was touching her naked!