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Hi, everyone. Thanks for reading so far! This is a warning, so please do read it carefully.

Don't read if you're not okay with a bit of violence, blood (Angelo's) or a female lead getting a bit hurt. This chapter has some matured themes that would invoke and stir up lots of emotions within you.

So, thread carefully. I say this with love💜.

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Elodie turned her head to look out of the window of the Bentley that had been waiting for them by the time they ended their brunch date.

All she could think of was the man beside her and what he intended to do to her when they finally got back to the hotel.

While it'd been easy at the time to promise Brooks to do whatever it required to get vital information about Angelo, the thought of having time type of unprecedented sex made her insides shrivel a bit.

But, underneath her trepidation was something she didn't want to acknowledge.

Her first climax was also still alive in her head and the thought of that electricity arching up her spine made her insides tingle.

What does that say about you, huh? E2 mumbled sleepingly, eyes blurry.

Elodie focused her eyes, taking in the tall buildings they drove past, and it was then it occurred to her that they weren't heading to Hyde Park.

In fact, they were currently on the M4.

She turned away from the window, brows raised in Angelo's direction.

He was already watching her. Her nostrils flared slightly.

"Are we heading somewhere?" She asked.

"We're going to my house in Widlesham."

Her eyes went wide. "You have a house here?"

Angelo chuckled lightly. "Yes, I do."

"Then why the hotel?"

He toyed with the silver ring on his left pinkie finger, eyes darkening. "My main business is in central London. And going back and forth would be a hassle."

Elodie nodded, then turned to look out the window again.

Their car had smoothly joined the M25, and the traffic was less there. Ten minutes later, they took the road out of the motorway.

After a little while, Elodie saw signposts for Virginia Waters, Surrey. They passed the estate and kept on the main road until there was a sign for Widlesham.

Less than a mile later, they turned off the road lined by cluster of trees. There were large houses on both sides, and soon they rounded a curve, then came upon two large stone pillars with jaguars on them.

The car came to a stop in front of the tall white gates. The video cameras mounted on the walls bracketing the gates turned toward them. Then, the gates swung open noiselessly.

The driveway was long and curved through land dotted by old trunks trees with rough looking barks.

Their drive up took about a kilometer before the large house finally swam into view.

The last rays of sun fell on it, giving the white stones an ethereal reddish glow. It's aesthetics was one of unbelievable majesty and splendor.

Elodie's stomach was now doing cartwheels. A strange mix of fear and anticipation stole through her, almost leaving her breathless.

The car crawled up the road as it turned around in a semi-circle up to the front of the house. Wide, stone steps led up to enormous double doors adorned on each sides by beautiful topiary.

The car came to a stop, and Elodie touched a hand to her lower belly, heart kicking up its rhythm.

Once the driver put the car in park, he got out without a word, moving to stand in front of the car, back turned toward them.

Elodie kept her gaze on the man, afraid to look at the one beside her.

Then, without warning, Angelo closed the gap between them and pressed his warm lips right up against her ear; eliciting a shiver that Elodie felt right down to her tippy toes.

"I want to play a game with you, Elodie," he murmured right into her ear.

Elodie's voice grew raspy. "I don't know what you mean?"

"I mean, you look and smell so much like prey." He proceeded to sniff her like some hell hound.

The surprised exhalation that left her made him do it again.

"Yeah, you're definitely prey. I bet your heart is pounding so fast right now." He curled a hand around the back of her neck, his thumb caressing the skin there. "You want to play?"

Elodie buried her bottom lip between her teeth, shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "How do I know if I want to when you haven't told me what you want?"

"Oh, but I have. It's a game of tag," he murmured, letting his lips brush against the shell of her ear, not at all minding that they had an audience. "I want to hunt."

She sucked in a sharp breath. "You want to chase me through the trees?"

Elodie's blood was simmering now. She could feel the heat wafting off her own body. All she could think of was being pushed onto the forest floor and taken roughly again.

Her knees pushed together, and she pressed her fingers into her thighs.

Angelo pulled back far enough to look her in the eye. "The trees? No. I only did that one time to teach you a lesson. I'm not doing it again."

Elodie responded, "Through the house, then?" Her gaze never wavered.

"To be clear," Angelo said, licking his lower lip. "If you agree to play with me, I'll strip you naked, set you loose in the house, then I'll hunt you down and fuck you wherever I catch you. Do you consent?"

Elodie was scorching now. Her throat was dry, and her tongue felt too heavy for her mouth.

The image he painted was bizarre and downright animalistic.

Should she agree to go ahead with this crazy scheme and let herself be fucked so thoroughly as though she had no mind of her own, or should she just simply back out of this madness?

"And if I refuse?"

Angelo leaned back, taking all of his heat and hands with him. "Then, we'd go back to the hotel right now."

Elodie's gaze licked over his face, trying to ascertain his sincerity, but all she could see was just Angelo's normal blank expression. He wasn't willing to give anything away.

She looked at her clammy hands from their place on her lap, and she swallowed.

Pro: she could refuse and be saved from the anxiety of the chase and what would happen if she was finally caught.

Con: It was a test.

Elodie did not like to be a failure.

Squaring her shoulders, she met his gaze head-on, and said, "Yes. I consent."

Angelo's nostrils flared out as his pupils darkened. "Good."

Angelo wrapped his knuckles against the roof of the car, and the driver was beside him in a flash, opening the door with a slight bow.

He climbed out of the car, then bent slightly at the waist to peer into the car at her. "I'll be inside. Come in when you're ready."

"Okay," she breathed.

Elodie watched his powerful back until he was inside the house.

The driver crossed over to stand by her door, but kept his back turned to her, giving her some privacy.

She counted to ten in her head, clenched and unclenched her hands as she tried to regulate her breath.

You know, you didn't have to say yes, E2 grumbled.

Shut up.

She was blessed with an eyeroll. You don't have to sleep with the enemy to get what you want.

Didn't they say seduction is the easiest way to get a man? Elodie accused. Besides, I thought you were all for sleeping with him, why are you trying to stop me now?

Your mental health is more important, I guess. E2 was now filing her nails. But, I wouldn't mind jumping him though. Just be careful, I guess.

Elodie smoothed her hand down her thigh, grabbed her purse, then knocked on the door.

The driver pulled the door open, bowing at her too.

"Thanks," Elodie told him with a small smile.

When she made it to the front door, it swung open before she could knock.

Angelo stood there, hands in the pockets of his tailored pants that clung to his thick thighs. He was barefoot and bare-chested, looking perfectly at ease as he studied Elodie.

Elodie's breath stuttered.

His hair was slightly longer on the top now, so that the strands fell messily to his brows like bullet points; almost as though he'd ran his fingers through it a thousand times. The faint light provided by the lamps hanging from the foyer highlighted his perfect cheekbones and light golden eyes that traced her every move.

While, she knew he had tattoos, seeing it displayed in the light of the day made her mouth part a smidge.

A huge black compass resting over the map of the world along with an anchor and rope spanned the length of his left pectorals. Then, a small Phoenix rising from ashes rested on his right ones. Red inks swirled around his sides, but she could only glimpse it because most of the drawings were on his back.

Both of his arms were also covered in dark inks that she couldn't decipher with close inspection. Below the anchor and compass, though, was a vine twining around the tip of a pistol.

Was that a metaphor for something?

Did Elodie even care?

Her fingers tinged with the urge to trace each tattoo and find out if it was as vivid as it seemed.

"I was expecting you to call the whole thing off," he said, his amusement obvious.

"Me too," Elodie admitted.

"Are you having second thoughts?" His voice was a warm rasp that made the fine airs of her skin stand in attention.

Elodie's smile was wobbly. "How many times of panicked thoughts can be classified as second thoughts?"

Angelo's hand shot out as fast as a viper, suddenly gripping the bodice of her dress, dragging her inside and pinning her against the now closed door. He stepped between Elodie's opened legs, pressing up against her until she felt the hard outline of his cock pressing against her belly.

"Are you afraid of me?" His tone took on a note of teasing.

"Would I be risking something if I say 'yes'?"

Angelo's chuckle was like something out of a villanious dark, dirty novel; then he leaned in to run his tongue along the tendon of her neck in a move that shouldn't be hot.

"I like honesty over false bravery."

Elodie gave a humorless laugh. "As long as it's not going to be a repeat performance of the last time, and I don't end up in a body bag."

His tongue dipped into her opened mouth to slide against hers before retreating. "You'll still be alive when I'm done with you, that's a promise."

Her eyelids fluttered when he slanted his mouth over hers in a light kiss. "Last chance to to change your mind?"

Elodie's heart hammered against her ribs, and she was almost sure she couldn't feel her legs. "I have just warning, though," she said, trying to for casual but sounding somewhat choked up.

"Yes?"

"I'll fight back."

His grin was downright feral. "I wouldn't expect anything less."

Then, Angelo was kissing her as though he was trying to suck out her soul through her mouth.

He smelled like cinnamon with a bit spice and expensive wine, and when he pressed his throbbing cock against her core, lifting one leg slightly to hitch her higher, the sounds that fell from her lips were unfamiliar.

Angelo's hands grabbed at the front the front of her dress, and ripped it into two.

She gasped, eyes widened at the once fine material now in tatters.

But her attention was stolen once again when he took her lips in a bruising kiss, making a quick work of getting rid of her clothes and underwear with little finesse.

When she was naked, Angelo's hand curled around her, squeezing the generous flesh of her ass, then easing his fingers between the cheeks, and tapping the puckered hole with a digit.

"One day, I'll fuck you here," he murmured against her lips. "One day."

Elodie broke away from their kiss, panting, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. "I thought we were playing a game?"

A snarl tore from Angelo's lips. A fucking literal snarl. Like a goddamned wolf. He dropped his hand, stepping away from Elodie, and for a spilt second, she thought he'd ruined everything.

Then, he gave her a full, appreciative once-over, a slow, shark-like grin growing on his face.

"Run," that one word snapped in the still air like a rider's bull whip.

Elodie bolted for the stairs bisceting the center of the room, turning left when she reached the first landing.

Angelo's laughter echoed all around her like something out of a horror house. She realized that this floor left her with just a few doors a little too late.

She tired the handles of the door, chagrined to find them all locked. Elodie could have sworn that she could hear Angelo's footfalls on the stairs over her own ragged breaths.

She tired the last door and...fuck!

They were all locked.

Angelo brought her to the ground before she could think of her next move, both of them rolling on the carpeted floor before Angelo pinned her underneath him.

He was still wearing those pants.

They both scrambled for dominance, but Angelo had the upper hand.

He was bigger and stronger. But Elodie was smarter.

She went limp in his hold, and could taste Angelo's disappointment that she was giving up that easily.

He made the mistake of loosening his grip.

Elodie drew her fist back, and rammed it up into Angelo's nose hard enough for blood to spray across her own face.

Angelo growled, but was grinning through the blood. His tongue even darted out to swipe the drops staining his upper lip.

Elodie managed to wiggle free after landing a kick to his upper thigh, missing his groin by a few inches.

She ran for the stairs, heading to the stairs leading to the next floor.

Angelo was hot on her heels, and she gave as good as she got; legs eating up the distance between her and the nearest door.

She threw it open without any effort, and didn't stop until she was inside.

There was a large bed, an iron frame with a large X design. Cuffs, paddles, rings, and chains branded with cuffs hanging from a rack beside the bed. Strange instruments she'd never seen before.

Her breath left her in a startled gasp as Angelo tackled her to the floor again.

Elodie threw her hands up in time to stop her face from slamming into the floor.

She was flipped around in the next breath she took, and found herself staring into Angelo's ignited irises. The golden flecks had darkened into a rusty bronze.

"Is that all?" He asked, hands pining her arms to the floor.

Elodie drove her knee into his diaphragm, ducking under his hands when his hold loosened. But she'd barely made it a step away before she was tackled to the floor of his...sex dungeon? Torture room?

Angelo's vise-like grip closed around her ankle and pulled.

This time around, Elodie's face kissed the ground, and pain exploded in her face, weakening her enough for him to get back the upper hand.

Angelo was on her like white on rice, pining her down and effectively blocking out her escape.

He pressed his cock down into the apex between her thighs hard enough for her to know just how big and excited he was.

Angelo threaded his fingers through her now-messy hair, and pulled back just enough to make her eyes sting.

Chest heaving with the Olympics she'd just endured, Elodie glared up at him. "What now?"

"Safeword," he told her. "Give me a safe word. And by that I mean something you can easily remember."

She licked her lips, shivering a bit when his eyes followed the action. "What happens if I use it?"

"Everything stops."

A vicious flush climbed up her chest and into her cheeks. "Mace."

It was fucked up, using her brother's name like this, but remembering that she had to keep breathing for him would jar her out of whatever spell Angelo was about to weave over her.

"Perfect." Then, he licked into her mouth, driving his tongue into continuous, little spear rhythm.

Elodie took it, laying perfectly still as he ravaged her. Her nipples were two little points that poked into his smooth chest, and it drove her a bit mad that they weren't getting any attention.

Angelo broke their kiss and leaned back, then he whispered, "Tag, you're it."

A/N:

Ohh la la!

Yes, people. It's about to go down!

The next chapter would be darker than this one so you're advised to skip entirely or just go with the flow👀👀👀.

Now, let's hear your thoughts.

Did you expect Elodie to play along?

Was she smart to agree after her first experience with Angelo?

Do you think Angelo would keep to his promise not to hurt her?

How's this chapter for dark?

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