Mated To My Hated Enemy
I take off running, giggling as I flee from his pursuit.
"Don't come close to me," I squeal, glancing over my shoulder occasionally to gauge his progress.
"Oh, mate, don't let me catch you," Nickolas whispers menacingly in my mind, sending a delicious shiver down my spine. His words, dripping with sensuality, set my blood on fire.
"You can try, but I doubt you will," I taunt him, pushing myself to run faster, exhilarated by the thrill of the chase.
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