EroticReverie

Aurora

"Run." his voice dark, a command, a warning. I turn on my feet, my heart pounding, the adrenaline already causing the start of the embarrassing drip between my legs he's going to find when he catches me. 

Because he always catches me. 

Two years ago, our parents died in a car accident together. I was still living in my step fathers ancient gothic style mansion, and Lucien, my step brother, was already living across the country somewhere else. 

I'd never even met him. I'd seen pictures of him as a boy, as a teenager, but nothing prepared me for the man that rolled in like a storm on a dark night, with ice in his eyes and the soft devils smile that always sat resting on his lips.

He'd come home. Weeks later, he'd moved into the mansion. The house left to him, an inheritance left to me, that was to be mine when I was twenty one. I was only sixteen when they'd died. I was nineteen now, but felt even smaller and more helpless than I had at sixteen after losing my mother. All because of him. 

I had no other family, no money that was my own, nowhere to go, nowhere to run. Except in these woods. Because Lucien liked to play games. Games that stole my breath and shook me to the bone with fear that made me sweat. He was twisted, and it wasn't long before I'd realized that fear was more than just the feeling that made my heart leap into my throat and made my eyes water in terror. It was also the feeling that chased away all dignity and left my panties with the proof that Lucien needed. His excuse to keep me as a scared little pet. 

The branches snap under my feet, my breathing heavy as I immediately panic. It didn't matter that I knew it was him chasing me. My mind was vicious and my own worst enemy. It drove panic through every nerve in my body when he made me play chase. Such a simple, little harmless child game....until the stakes were changed and you played it in the dead of night.