Page 2 of Seducer

The place was jam packed and before I walked out of the entrance door, I turned to see if he was following. He wasn’t fooling me. I knew he was here. Sadly, I couldn’t see him and felt disappointed.

I headed out, amazed at the number of people standing in line to get in. As soon as I turned the corner, I ripped off my mask, sucking in the cool air. The walk to my car would do me some good. With rapid long strides, I kept my head down and headed directly toward where I parked.

However, it wasn’t long before I sensed him.

Him.

He had a name of course, the game no longer the cryptic event I’d heard usually occurred. But nothing about the time spent with the powerful man had been usual in any sense.

Hair prickled on the back of my neck and I stopped walking, my breathing shallower than before. I felt him all around me, could almost gather a whiff of his musky aftershave. I wasn’t imagining his presence. He was there, hiding in the darkness as he’d done so often.

There were few people on the street, the late night in the middle of the week the reason. Maybe I’d been a fool in enjoying a night with my friend, all the while knowing he was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Yet I wasn’t afraid.

A huge part of me hungered for him to make his move. He still had no clue how strong I was, how far I was willing to go to win the game.

I continued walking, controlling my breath as I passed several stores and bars, still listening.

Still waiting.

I knew tonight was the night. I’d envisioned this moment, the initial nightmares turning into enraptured fantasies about the mystery man. Up until a few weeks ago, I’d felt a suffocating sense of despair, no longer seeing the point of scouring the earth for happiness.

But everything had changed the moment he’d entered my life, his unspoken possessiveness keeping my rapt attention. Perhaps he had kept my very sanity intact. How odd was it that a man I’d never thought would be interested in me had managed toprevent me from falling into the darkest abyss of my life. Maybe that’s why I felt so drawn to him, almost as if our connection was years in the making.

My pussy ached from the need, a desire that had become overwhelming the last two weeks. The Seducer certainly knew how to boost my appreciative apprehension.

I hurried my step, not bothering to dart a glance over my shoulder.

He was there.

He was always there.

Always wearing a mask when playing the game, his identity frozen behind the world of virtual reality. Reapers, demons, mad hockey men, phantoms, and werewolves. He never wore the same mask twice. If they were being used to scare me, he’d failed. I relished the optimism of darkness, preferring the made-up worlds created by masterful designers and gamers to the shitstorm I’d fallen into.

He was everything I’d ever wanted and nothing I should crave.

Tonight was the night we’d finally take another step into unknown but sensual territory. I’d be able to prove my worthiness. I was certain of it. So much so I’d purchased a new costume for the occasion, pretending as if I’d been interested in the men fawning all over me.

He’d been inside the club, so close yet unreachable. He’d been watching over me even though I hadn’t been able to locate him in the crowd.

I thought about my next course of actions. My car was on the other side of the street, less than two blocks away. If I couldjust make it there, I might manage to unlock it and jump inside, locking the doors afterward to keep me safe.

There was no sense in running. He knew where I lived. Where I worked out. Where I… worked. He had every advantage and I knew only a little about him.

Except that his hunger was insatiable.

And that he was a dangerous, unhinged man with a dubious past. Then again, didn’t everyone harbor a secret or two?

I weaved my way through a small crowd of people before making a sharp turn onto another street. I immediately backed against the brick façade of a building, holding my breath as tingles continued to rise and fall like goosebumps floating across my skin. With my hand shaking, I reached into my purse, grabbing the pocketknife I’d started always keeping with me. With the blade flicked open, I waited for his majesty to provide me with his presence.

The man had balls as well as a heightened level of audacity to think he could manage to sweep me away from the area without being noticed by anyone. Maybe he just didn’t care.

Why should he?

He was virtually untouchable. He’d proven that time and time again.

I took several deep breaths, waiting for him to cross the barrier.

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