Page 81 of The Devil We Crave
So…something to keep in mind for next time.
Next time.
Heat pools between my thighs as a horriblygiddysensation slithers up my spine.
Me
There won’t be a next time.
Unknown
lol
Me
Is that funny? I’m telling you right now, I’m done.
Unknown
So say it. Say your safe word.
For a second, I start to type out “T” and “H” and even “U”.
Then I delete that and start again.
Me
No more, Achilles. I’m serious.
Am I, though?
Me
I don’t want to be part of your games anymore.
Unknown
They stopped being MY games and started being OUR games the second you made the conscious decision NOT to use your way out, i.e. the safe word.
Unknown
You, amusingly, continue to try and tell yourself—via me—that you’re “not like this” or “don’t want this”, but we’re both painfully aware how big a lie that is.
Unknown
I've told you before: every hunter needs prey, just as every prey needs a hunter. Otherwise they’re just wandering the woods, lost and alone.
Me
Who says I don’t want to walk alone in the woods without being hunted?
Unknown
Why don’t you step away from the firelight and into the woods, and we’ll find out together.
My spine snaps to attention. An icy sensation races down my back as goosebumps break out over my skin. I whirl, my breath catching as my eyes dart to the dark trees surrounding us.
Nothing there. But IswearI feel eyes on me.
