"Run," Jonathan orders with a hungry grin.

I look at him for a split second watching his demeanour shift from calm and collected Dominant to hungry predator before it clicks.

He said a game, one that he has hinted at all night.

Hunter and a fox... run...

A thrill courses through me and my body obeys instantly, breaking away from him and running towards our room. Jonathan curses as the doors close behind me, trapping him in the lift.

I make it to our door which thankfully isn't locked but I hear Jonathan's heavy foot falls racing after me. No sooner do I get in and fling the door shut he crashes through after me.

Jonathan casually closes and locks the door behind him before turning his attention to me. I can't help but rake my eyes over his exposed, chiseled chest as he stalks towards me.

My heart hammers as I back up, keeping the sofa between us. Jonathan toys with me, slowly slipping off his jacket and tossing it on a chair.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to rip that costume off of you," he says in a husky, matter-of-fact tone. His usually warm brown eyes are nearly pitch black as they travel over me.

My body hums to life at the promise in his words, but something's different. Jonathan starts inching towards me once more and instinctively I keep pace, backing up and moving to the far side of the coffee table.

"You did hold my leash for the night," I offer, trying to play along.

"And take away my fun?" He asks, raising his brow. "No little vixen, I fully intend to enjoy my hunt, then the spoils of victory."

No sooner does he finish talking he lunges for me but I quickly duck past him and make it to the far side of the bed. My heart races but I can't hold back my giggle as Jonathan decides how to try and catch me next.

He fakes left then launches himself at me but once again I'm too fast jumping across the bed before bounding to the far side of the sitting area. Jonathan growls and barrels after me but I manage to keep a sofa between us.

"Too slow," I giggle, earning a raised brow. Jonathan fakes left but I counter, keeping my eyes locked on his and the sofa between us. The lust and hunger swirling in them make my core knot in anticipation.

"Keep teasing me Foxy," he taunts, shaking his head. "Will just make victory that much sweeter."

"I'm counting on it," I practically purr. Jonathan grins, lunges for me once more and chases after me making up for my speed with longer strides and reach.

In a desperate last ditch attempt to stay out of his grasp I try to climb and jump the couch but he catches me mid air. Jonathan lets out a triumphant laugh and pulls me back against him as he wraps both arms around my waist.

I squirm and push both hands against one of his arms, trying to free myself but to no avail. Jonathan delights in my struggle, chuckling as he man handles me and shoves me face down on the couch under him.

"Not so fast now, are you little fox?" He taunts, weighing me down with his larger frame. His tone makes me squirm more but he's too heavy.

Jonathan leans back and I feel him grip the skirt ripping it in half. I suck in a breath as he jostles my tail but also from the shock that he literally ripped the garment in half. A sharp slap to my exposed butt snaps me out of my stooper and I somehow manage to bolt leaving the shredded skirt and matching leg warmers behind as Jonathan sits there wide eyed.

"Good girl," he praises, taking the moment to assure me I made the right move. Jonathan stands and tosses the spare material to the floor but makes no move towards me. Instead his eyes slowly travel down the length of my body before working their way back up, searing my skin as they go. "Don't hold back."

Those three words are the only warning I get as he once again lunges for me. I manage to duck his first grab but halfway to the bathroom he catches me once more, and shoves me against the wall before roughly capturing my lips with his. He licks, nips and dominates the kiss, stealing my very air and leaving me in a lust filled fog. Instinct kicks in and I bite his lip drawing blood.

Jonathan pulls back, eyes dancing with amusement before running his finger over his lip and looking at the crimson evidence. My heart hammers and chest heaves as I watch him for some indication of how mad he is. He holds the two fingers towards me to show me the evidence and arches a brow.

"Naughty little Vixen," he practically growls. When he opens his mouth to say more I silence him by wrapping my lips around his two outstretched fingers and swirling my tongue over them. His eyes widen a hair and his lips remain parted but they turn up into a satisfied smirk as he slips his other hand up to my throat.

Feeling a bit more confident I lock my gaze on his, looking up through my dark lashes and take his fingers as deep as they'll go before slowly pulling back. Just when I think I may actually have the upper hand he once again reminds me of who's in control and spins me so fast. One minute I'm looking at him the next the wall.

Jonathan pins me against the wall with his hips while his hands ensnare my wrists and drag them above my head before leaning on his forearms. He nuzzles my neck and places soft kisses before nipping that tender spot behind my ear that makes me clench in anticipation.

"Having fun teasing me little Vixen?" he huskily whispers in my ear sending a shiver down my spine. This is the rougher side of Jonathan, the hard man he's warned me about, and as worked up as I am... I can't wait to meet more of him.

"Yes Sir," I brazenly reply.