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It’s like he notices my hesitation, and he breaks our stare, spinning me around to face the tree trunk so that he can fuck me from behind. My mind immediately wanders away from the change in his eyes, getting lost in the feeling of his cock slamming into me again.
I grip the tree trunk, letting the bark scrape against my fingers. Alex’s hands are on both sides of my hips, and he’s using his hold to thrust me into him harder. My ass bounces off of himwith each stroke, and soon we’re making a loud clapping sound that breaks the dead silence of the tree farm.
Snow and sex. The only two things filling the air.
“Fuck,” I moan, using what little strength I have left to hold myself up against the tree.
“Take it,” he growls, pushing into me harder. “Fucking take it.”
And I do. The walls of my pussy clench around his cock, baring down as an orgasm hits me out of nowhere. Alex roars against the night, spilling himself inside of me so furiously I come twice, back to back waves of pleasure that steamroll their way through my body.
Alex steps back after his last stroke, letting his cock fall. He slaps my ass so hard it makes me yelp and arch my back, which makes my pussy involuntarily clench, missing the fullness of his dick.Tucking himself back inside his pants, he helps me pull my dress back down and secures my overcoat around my body to trap my body heat inside of it.
When he finally steps back, we're both gasping. Snow continues to fall, silent and steady, already covering our footprints. His eyes are still wild, pupils blown wide, and I realize with a start that I love this version of him. Love the way he's completely unleashed, totally present.
"Ten minutes," he says without having to check the time, his voice rough like gravel. "Get to the church before me or you're mine."
The words send electricity down my spine. Aren't I already? Haven't I already lost the game entirely? There’s not a chance in the world I’m going to beat him to the church. All I can do now is prepare myself for what happens when I arrive there. For what happens when I surrender to him and give myself to him entirely in the one place I never expected to.
"Run," he commands, stepping back, and the sudden loss of his heat makes me shiver violently. "Run, Sloan. This is your last chance before there’s no turning back."
My legs feel like jelly as I push away from the tree. Every muscle protests – too much running, too much tension, too much pleasure. The cold air hits my heated skin like a slap, making me inhale sharply.
I force myself forward through the deep snow, each step an uphill battle against exhaustion and gravity. Behind me, I hear nothing – but in reality, that means nothing. I've learned tonight that Alex can move like a ghost when he wants to, appearing and disappearing like a fucking shadow.
The moonlight breaks through the clouds above the trees, casting enough light to find my way. My breath comes in sharp pants. Less than ten minutes to make it through this silent forest of Christmas trees, to find the church, and to win this game. I can’t give up now. Not when I’m so close to the church.
But my mind keeps dragging me back to the tree, to his touch, to the way he growled my name like it was something both sacred and profane all at once. Each memory of his cock thrusting inside me makes it harder to run, harder to focus on anything except how wet I am.
Focus, I think, shaking my head at myself. It’s fucking pathetic how worked up I am right now. I’m like a bitch in heat who can only focus on one thing: dick.
But God, I don't want this night to end. I don't want to go back to the way things were before today. Not to the stale-by-comparison Alex who doesn’t let this darkness so much as peek through the cracks of his facade.
The snow is falling faster now, thick flakes catching in my eyelashes, making the world blur at the edges. Or maybe that's just exhaustion. Maybe that's just desire. Maybe that's just what happens when you've been thoroughly claimed by someone youthought you knew, only to discover you never really knew them at all.
I stumble in the snow, but I catch myself and quickly recover, forcing myself to keep moving. My legs are trembling with fatigue, but I can’t stop now.
Part of me wants to fall.Wantsto let him beat me to the church.Wantsto discover what he's been saving for the end of this game.
Through the trees ahead, I catch a glimpse of something – a spire, maybe, dark against the night sky. The church? Hope and disappointment war in my chest as I collapse in the snow, unable to take another step. Pulling out my phone, I check the time.
11:59 pm.
Fuck. One minute. I won’t make it.
Alex is probably already there. Watching.Waiting.
I’m not even mad. Just exhausted and cold.
Chapter Twelve
ASHER
Ishould’ve been more careful.
That’s my first thought when I hear the crunch of boots on snow behind me. It’s a reminder that I’m not as invincible as I think. But then again,carefulisn’t fun, is it? If I was careful, I wouldn’t have the rush I get from this—getting to play the game. Committing the sins my parents always expected of me, watching people crumble. That’s the kind of high I live for now.
The second thought? If he’s stupid enough to follow, he deserves what’s coming. Loose ends aren’t messy—they’re a chance to tie up everything in a neat, bloody bow. There’s always someone lurking around, thinking they can stop the inevitable.