Page 79 of Sing For Us

But where is the fun in that? She is going to scream.

Without taking my eyes off Lana, I hear Oliver taking his leave and telling my team that we’ll be up soon.

Once they are out of earshot and my peripheral view, I take her hand and guide her to a place she knows all too well.

My maze.

In true Lana form, she resists and yanks her hand away.

“If you think that I’m going to follow you into that hellhole, you are mistaken.” The tremor in her voice indicates to me that beneath that stoic façade is a woman who needs to let go.

I turn around, and she is standing there with her arms crossed and pushing her gorgeous tits up. She is wearing jeans paired with a white tank top and some black sandals. Her hair is pin straight and begging to be tugged.

I can’t deny this woman makes my head spin, but a greater need to make her cry overtakes my entire being. The need to fuck her hard and make her wish she was never born is strong. She needs to be punished for what she did, and I would be a terrible assassin if I didn’t indulge in making her bleed for it.

This is just part one of making her pay.

And she is right here delivering herself on a silver platter for me.

A slow, crooked smile spreads across my face, and while I lift my right eyebrow, I’m genuinely impressed by her audacity. I slightly tilt my head, and she tenses up because she knows what’s coming.

“You honestly think that you have a choice?” I’m wondering if she senses how much I’m questioning her audacity to defy me. She apparently does, as she uncrosses her arms and slightly turns on her heel.

This is good.

She wants to make a run for it.

I look her up and down, and my grin has transformed into a full blown cheshire smile.

“No, you fucking won’t.” She’s furiously shaking her head, and because I’m not saying anything, she does the one thing she shouldn’t—she runs.

This is going to be so much fun.

I sprint, and I catch up to her in no time. My arm stretches out, grabbing her by her hair and pulling on it, making her stumble backwards. She almost lands on the soft ground beneath her, and I seal her fate by slightly kicking her in the back of her right knee. The thud on the ground is the cherry top.

Her arms are spread out while her hands are trying to find some solid ground to hold onto. She’s on my turf and thinks that she can do whatever she wants to? I don’t fucking think so.

I step on both of her hands with my feet, and she immediately starts to fight back. Her pathetic attempts only fuel my desires. I lean down and remove my feet, replacing them with my hands.

I’m so close to her face right now that if I move just one centimeter, our lips would lock. The willing minx won’t get that luxury and she’ll be putting her lips on something else by the end of the night.

“You’re going to regret this, trust me,” she spits out, and I pout my lips.

“That’s so sweet, especially since you are begging me to fuck you.”

“I won’t ever fucking beg for you to…” I shut her up by licking the corner of her mouth. She closes her eyes, and a small moan escapes from her mouth. I stop what I’m doing, and her reaction is so immediate it’s laughable—widening of eyes and mouth agape.

“You were saying?” I mock her and soften my grip on her hands.

“This.” She grins again and wiggles her eyebrows at me.

Wait, what?

Lana one-ups me and licks the underside of my chin, and that does it. I release my grip on her, deciding to just fuck her on this soft patch of land. Before I can do anything, I feel it.

Crack.

Her forehead slams into my nose, and pain explodes across my face. My vision flashes white, and instinct forces me back. Before I can recover, a shoe drives hard into my side. The impact steals my balance, and I hit the ground flat on my back—the air leaving my lungs in a violent rush. I want to give her a taste of her own medicine, but she’s quick as hell.