Wicked Royals: Ruthless Rulers Prequel by Stella Hart

Author:Stella Hart [Hart, Stella]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

4

Logan

A wicked grin curled up my lips as I dashed toward Willow. She let out a piercing scream as her face twisted with terror, but she didn’t run away. Her legs seemed to be rooted to the ground.

Finally, her body seemed to catch up with her mind. She turned and took off down the right side of the tunnel, long legs dodging piles of stone and cold black puddles.

She was surprisingly quick for a girl in damaged stiletto heels. Despite that, I knew I could easily catch up to her. I chose to hang back instead, enjoying the thrill of the chase and the sound of her heavy, petrified breaths as they tore from her lungs.

She faltered in her frenzied steps a moment later. Her hands flew out in front of her, grasping at air in an attempt to regain her balance, and her body twirled and jerked as she fell, still clutching at nothing. With a bone-jarring thud, she ended up on her ass on the concrete, arms splayed behind her. Her cellphone flew over to the other side of the tunnel, and the bright flashlight app switched off, seemingly broken. Now the only light in the tunnel came from my phone.

A whimper escaped Willow’s sweet pink lips as she twisted around, fear etched into every inch of her face. My cock twitched at the sight. She’d always been a beautiful girl, but in this moment, she was perfection. The ultimate victim.

“Leave me alone!” she cried, staring up at me as I approached. Of course, she had no idea who I was. All she saw was an ugly skull mask. That made it all the more terrifying for her; that chilling fear of the unknown. If she knew the exact identity of the person stalking her in the dark, she would still be scared, but a significant element would be missing from that fear.

I couldn’t have that. I wanted her to feel it all. She deserved that much.

I slowed my pace and cocked my head to the side, staring down at her. Her pretty face was bone-white and streaked with mascara. I chuckled at the sight. It hadn’t taken long to make her cry at all. Mere seconds. The thought sent a warm jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.

I crouched down to her level and thrust my head forward. I was so close that I could smell her floral perfume, and if I took the mask off, I could easily lick one of the salty beads of perspiration right off her forehead.

“What do you want?” she asked. Her voice was nothing more than a pitiful squeak.

“I want you to run, princess,” I murmured. The thick mask made my voice sound deeper than usual and far more guttural, so I knew she wouldn’t put two and two together and figure out it was me.

“W-what?”

I picked up her phone, leaned even closer, and lowered my voice to a harsh whisper. “I said I want you to run,” I said, sliding the phone over to her.

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