Page 3 of Hunting Pretty

His face was in the shadows, so I couldn’t make out his features.

I fought against him, pushing and kneeing, but he was leaning his weight against me, crushing me against the wall.

If I could just get free, I could lunge for the panic button beside my bed.

God, he was so strong. I couldn’t move. I might as well have been paralyzed.

With his free hand, he reached for my face.

I flinched, bracing for impact.

But he didn’t hit me.

He pushed a strand of hair from my damp forehead and tucked it behind my ear. It was familiar and tender.

It had been so long since someone had touched me like that, and a pathetic part of me yearned to lean into him.

Did I know him?

His imposing silhouette was tall, at least six-two. His wide shoulders and thick torso in dark clothing radiated raw danger.

I already knew he was strong.

Was this… Cormac?

He hadn’t left me alone since I broke up with him. Did he finally man up and decide to give me what I secretly admitted to him: my masked intruder fantasy?

A thrill rushed through the grip of fear in my body as I waited for my intruder to make his next move.

He leaned in closer, the sweetness of his whiskey breath mixing with the leather scent of his glove.

Moonlight swept up his throat and across part of his features.

First, the hint of dark ink peered out of the collar of hisdark leather jacket, worn and rugged, clinging to his broad shoulders.

Then a thick stubbled neck leading to a strong jawline and sharp angular cheekbones carving into a darkly beautiful face.

A set of thick perfect lips were set in a cruel sneer that promised dark intentions, like he was weighing his options, deciding whether to let me go or to tear me apart.

Not sure why I thought this was Cormac.

He was too imposing, too menacing to be mistaken for my clean-cut and polished ex.

Then I saw my intruder’s eyes… his eyes, a striking icy blue, were set deep beneath strong, dark brows and surrounded with dark lashes so thick it looked like he was wearing eyeliner.

They were mesmerizing. Drawing me in.

They were… familiar.

Iknewthose eyes.

I knewhim.

But how?

I searched my memory for who he might be…

God, there were so many blank spaces. So many dark corners that I feared digging too hard into.

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