Page 100 of Seducer

Oh, God.

The dream… or maybe I should believe the nightmare had come true.

Events of the night were muddled in my mind. Was it even night any longer? I tried to open my eyes, but they were so heavy, more so than if I’d just gone to sleep on my own.

Yearning crested deep inside, my core on fire. He’d won. Damn it. He’d won. No, he hadn’t won since he made the rules. I’d simply lost. I’d allowed him to capture me.

The driver and the near hit and run had been a ploy. Right? Would he do that?

A slight tickling sensation wafted across my nose. Words floated into my mind, sweet echoes that penetrated a portion of my brain. The moment I moved, a dull ache forced a moan to rise up from my chest.

“That’s it, my beautiful Sara. Open your pretty violet eyes. I need to make certain you’re alright.” His voice was just as velvety as before, the tone almost as attractive as the monster. This was still part of the game. Right?

Run. You need to run.

I tried to sit up, willing my muscles to move.

They refused.

I wiggled my arms, certain I’d been shackled. I could move them easily.

“You aren’t my prisoner, Sara. You’re my guest.”

“I don’t believe you.” My mouth was filled with cotton. I tried to turn away, but felt drawn to him.

He chuckled and I flinched when he rolled his fingers under my jaw.

“Don’t touch me.”

“That’s not what you want. Besides, Wild Kitty. I’ve already done much more than just touch you. If I remember correctly, you screamed out my name from the burning passion we shared.”

“That was before I…”

“Before…”

He knew I wouldn’t finish the sentence and neither did he on purpose. There was no need. He’d won. He’d bested me. I couldn’t think clearly.

“What did you do to me?”

“I kept you from hurting yourself, Sara. There were dangers that I couldn’t control.”

Dangers. Another player in the game? Groaning, I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut in hopes of blocking out the horrific, evocative visions.

Of the passion we shared.

The game we’d played.

The longing we’d shared.

A part of me pushed that I had to fight to get away. A part of me wanted to escape, to fight the strong urges soaring through me. But how? He hadn’t just captured my body.

He’d manipulated my soul.

My heart was next. I was certain of it.

I’d fallen hard for the two sides of the man. The professional one and the Seducer, the nickname from the game suiting him perfectly. He’d seduced me more than once.

“You kept me from being killed,” I said absently, although I wasn’t certain what to believe.

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