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If there were cameras surrounding the property, our foray into intimacy had already been captured. In truth, if he wanted tofuck right here, right now, I wouldn’t have any issues doing so. Wasn’t that a seriously bad girl thought? I’d never been this brazen before, but his masterful kiss proved why I should have allowed myself to go earlier.

Only I’d believed the hungers captivating every dream were twisted, even sick. The thought of being hunted, of being captured and kept was never far from the deepest recesses of my mind.

Our bodies moved together in time, his cock throbbing underneath me. There was no doubt what he wanted. The same thing I did.

My complete surrender.

Capture.

The word was scintillating, evoking dark desires and sadistic thoughts.

That was the moment I threw all caution to the wind.

I wanted this.

I craved this.

I hungered for his touch.

Wild horses and evil spirits couldn’t drag me away, but it was only one time. After that, I could never get this close to the man again.

Unless I was asked to participate in the game.

CHAPTER 11

Zach

My sweet, vulnerable wild kitty did have a dark side. I’d sensed it in the diner even though she’d done everything in her power to hide the sinful thoughts running through her mind. I was no mind reader, but her body language had been clear.

The girl with an unknown name hungered the way I did.

She wasn’t just intriguing any longer; I felt the absolute need to possess her. I was shocked by her openness, every question a beautiful challenge that I’d accepted without question. She was secure in herself while still remaining vulnerable.

The combination was fine feasting territory for a predator like me.

Wild Kitty had no idea what she’d done or the beast she’d awakened. Tonight I would claim her like the monster I’d been called.

And I wouldn’t regret a single thing.

Sin and shame.

I wasn’t unlike my brothers in that I enjoyed the darkest of proclivities. We’d told each other a few stories, lingering on our sexual accomplishments although over the years, the personal endeavors had become boring. Even the video games we’d designed over the years reflected our desire for absolute sadism mixed with violence. It had seemed perfect at first, squashing our needs to wreak havoc on the world as we’d done when we were younger.

But time had changed everything, our hungers exploding. With the induction of the Obsidian Society, peace had been restored. Hunting humans was illegal, except when done under the guise of a game. Of course our participants were willing, required to sign NDAs and acknowledging the rules, including that they could receive some physical harm. None had balked at doing so over the years. Hell, the contestants carefully selected for the yearly event hungered more than we did. That’s what made the games so enjoyable.

If they achieved the very high goal we set, they were rewarded for life. Money. A position within our company. Fabulous cars and properties. We spared no expense. Their win also included entrance into the Obsidian Society. They could participate in all future games. Just on the other side.

My hungers had increased recently and tasting her probably wasn’t the best thing for me to do, but she was irresistible. As she undulated on my lap, my cock continued to ache even more than before. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been this aroused. Maybe never.

What did that tell me about her?

Could she be the one that could break the monotony of boredom and rage, becoming a beacon of light? Or as my older brother would say, true salvation. I wanted to choke from the thought. There was no situation, no release of anger that could shape me into a better man. And certainly, there was no human alive who could save me from being driven straight to hell upon my demise. I’d done far too many reprehensible things in my life, actions that would prevent me from discovering true happiness.

After the pints of blood I’d shed, why should I be allowed any joy?

Not even my sweet, wild kitty, as special as I knew in my gut she was.

Fuck, no. I wasn’t like Xander. I would never surrender to domesticity, but that didn’t mean I didn’t want her as a pet. Why the hell not?

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