He is my hunter in this twisted game. I am his prize, and he’s hungry to claim me.

This Christmas was supposed to be special, but without my best friend by my side, it feels like a cruel joke. I thought spending the holidays with my boyfriend’s family would fill the void, but after a fight that escalated too far, I was ready to pack my shit and leave.

Until I woke up on Christmas Eve morning to a surprise─a pretty black box holding the key to his familys church, complete with instructions for a game he’s set up for us to play.

The rules are simple:

1: If he catches me once, he gets to eat me.

2: If he catches me twice, I have to suck him.

3: If he catches me a third time, he gets to fuck me.

4: If he catches me all three times AND beats me to the church, nothing is off limits.

Sane people fear fire and the destruction that tends to follow. I, however, never claimed to be such a person. After all, fires destroy everything, leaving nothing behind, and when I saw no other way to escape my fate, it was fire that provided me with one.

Now, four hundred miles from the only place I've ever known. I have a new name, a new home, and my shop. A whole new life. Things seem to be going great. That is, until him. He came into my life out of nowhere, burning and melting my walls like a blazing inferno of chaos and destruction. The only problem is that I like it. I don't know what I crave more. The kiss of the burning flames against my skin or the rough hands of the psychopath who lit the match.

But what I do know, is that no matter what happens, its him I want to burn with.

I watch the monster, learning his ways. Tonight, I will cave, succumbing to darkness.

The moment I saw her in that café, I knew Cara was mine. She can deny it all she wants, but I saw the way her body betrayed her, felt the way her pulse quickened. She craves me, even if she won't admit it.

Now, my girl is right where she belongs—under my control. She thinks she can resist me, and fight against what we both know is inevitable, but I'll never let her go. I'll break her down, strip away every last defense until there's nothing left but her sweet goddamn surrender.

She's my obsession, my possession, my little fucking nightmare—and soon, she'll know there's no escaping me.

Not ever.