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Bella

The chauvinistic hunk was nothing but an uncaged animal, his sophisticated appearance unable to hide the real man inside, the one who was capable of anything.

Including murder.

I sensed it. I felt it in my bones.

Besides, Jonas wouldn’t lie to me.

Creed was dominating and aggressive, rugged yet refined and damn my body for craving it. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I needed to get out of here, but I’d tried and failed. I was his captive for as long as he wanted.

He was a fantasy that I needed to sweep from my system. But how?

In my mind, I knew that being near this man was disturbing, dangerous in every way, but I found myself spiraling out of control. And I knew that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted me off-kilter, uncertain how I felt about him, but longing for his possessive touch.

Weren’t all powerful men like that? Refusing to take no for an answer. I was ready to laugh except that he’d found a way to keep me tingling all over like some high school girl with a crush instead of a living and breathing woman. I wasn’t naïve by anyone’s standards, no mattered how shuttered the first part of my life had been. I was a smart girl, a straight-A student, and someone who’d been around the block with druggies and porn stars, starlets and hunks fearful of getting older.

I’d researched predators for a school paper and this man was a person to be terrified of. There were two distinct definitions for the term. One was an animal who had a natural instinct and need to prey on another, usually an inferior creature. The other meaning was all about a person who ruthlessly exploited someone else.

Creed fell into both categories.

He believed himself to be superior to everyone, a lion king capable of inflicting damage or worse. I sensed it. I smelled his power. He oozed with his dark domination, and his need to be in control of everything and everyone around him. It was part of his attractiveness and a natural warning issued to those he considered enemies.

And I had the distinct feeling he had dozens if not hundreds of those.

He’d managed to get poor Adelaide to strike a check in less than two minutes. I’d seen the annoyance from seeing him grow to raw terror, as if the man was her nightmare, her nemesis. But she’d followed his orders to the letter. I would be considered a hero to Marcia and the rest of the ballet if I turned in the check, but at what price?

As he continued bringing his hand down from one side to the other, I was thrown by both the pain and the twisted feeling of exhilaration. I shouldn’t be feeling anything but disgust for the man, but I’d sickened myself by capturing the moment my mind had gone as wild with need as my body had. There was no denying my attraction to him because my desire was wafting all around.

My stomach rolled as the anguish started to morph, kicking me in the gut as the strange longing for him continued to break through my skin. Everything he’d told me about myself had been true, so much so that I could swear the man had been stalking me even though I knew otherwise.

I’d stopped struggling, hoping that my compliance would bring this horror show to an end. Instead of fighting him I was wiggling on his leg, which only added to the friction and the desire coursing through me. I cinched my eyes shut, trying to control my breathing. Why was this happening? Why did this man want me and in turn, how could he arouse me as much as he was doing?

When he stopped his actions, I smashed my hands against the wall, doing what I could to push him off. He snagged my waist, keeping me in position, his breathing more labored than before. That’s when I realized just how turned on he’d become, the bulge between his carved thighs even thicker.

I moaned over the gag, fighting him all over again as he rolled his finger down the crack of my ass.

“I was right about you, lovely Bella. You’re wet, your pussy glistening. I bet you’re as sweet as you taste. And I have no doubt we’re going to be very good together.”

I’d read about shit like this happening to women in romance novels, but I wasn’t used to a man being so forward. Even my worthless dickhead of a boyfriend had been sweet and gentle at first. Maybe those were the real assholes in life. He’d turned out to be nothing more than a piranha. At least this dominating hunk of guy was straightforward in agreeing he was a bad man while taking what he wanted.

Or maybe what he believed he was owed.

When he drove a single finger into my tight channel, I was floored he’d go this far. It was one thing to try to impress me, another to chase me down, but to take me like this was as repulsive as the man and his reputation.

But he was right that I was wet, my pussy throbbing. I wasn’t certain what that made me or what I should think about myself. That I craved a bad boy like all the other female ballet dancers, and some of the boys too? I couldn’t stop shivering and it only had so much to do with my repulsion.

“Yes, it would seem my sweet ballerina enjoys more than a taste of the darkness. I will keep that in mind.” He righted me after making the statement, another profound one that would haunt me for about a thousand reasons. It was as if he’d seen through me, right to my soul but when I was able to look him in the eyes once again, I could tell he didn’t have one.

It was as if I was looking into an obsidian hole, a man who had no conscience, no morality, and not a scrap of humanity.

And God help me, I found his brand of evil exciting.

He slowly removed the gag, bringing the lace to his nose and taking a deep whiff. As he tilted his head back, closing his eyes and a smile crossing his face, I was once again mesmerized by him.

There was no denying the man or what he wanted.

I wasn’t certain what to expect but as he shoved me against the elevator wall again, I was terrified I didn’t have any fight left in me. He wasn’t giving me the option of doing so, pushing me up along the cold steel until my feet were completely off the floor. He was so strong, the form-fitting tuxedo unable to hide his incredible muscles. He was almost a foot taller than me, outweighing me by well over a hundred pounds.

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