Page 4 of Seducer

Excitement.

Uncertainty.

Had I been so completely wrong?

Had I utterly lost my mind?

I stole a quick glance over my shoulder.

There was no one there. So I kept running.

No one tried to stop me. No one called to me in the darkness.

I ran and ran until I was at the point of being hopelessly lost. This had to stop. I needed to catch my bearings. When I slowed, I gasped for air, finally turning all the way around to see if I was being followed.

I wasn’t.

A strange sickness filled my stomach, the ache horrific. I couldn’t make sense of what had just occurred. What I did know was that I needed to double back to my car. Now, filled with caution, I studied the area, finally catching my bearings.

Maybe a Good Samaritan had saved me and that was the extent of it. But was my masked man capable of such a heinous act? I headed back the way I came, constantly scanning the street.

A single click caught my attention. There could be dozens of noises created on the city streets, yet my gut told me the muffled sound had been made by him.

The Seducer.

I did so love thinking of him as his alternate persona.

I rose to my full height as terror swept into every pore in my body. “What do you want? Did you just try and kill me?” Would he honestly admit it if he did?

“Not me, Wild Kitty.”

“Then who?” My thoughts drifted to the odd events of the last two weeks. Not all of them had been performed by the Seducer. There were other things, my past catching up with me.

His chuckle was dark, deep, and full of malicious intent.

I slowly turned, now only two feet away from the man who’d haunted every dream, controlling every day and every action I’d taken. He was dressed in a black hoodie and dark jeans, including leather gloves covering his hands, and the shadows played with his torso. But there was no hiding his spectacular physique, muscles capable of crushing a man into shards of bone and torn ligaments.

Most terrifying of all was the mask he’d chosen to wear on a moonless night where shadows became ominous creatures of death and destruction.

While the sides were all black as well, the jawline and nose were glowing white, highlighting a skeleton’s face. Only this time, he’d chosen not to cover his eyes and strong, aristocratic forehead. It was the closest I’d come to discovering the man underneath the costume.

Hold on. The mask was entirely different than the one I’d seen in the club and in the car. Shit. Shit.

His head angled to the side and while I couldn’t tell under the thick latex, I sensed he was smiling. “But you asked what I want. That’s easy, Wild Kitty. Everything.”

I involuntarily licked my lips and scanned both sides of the street. “Get the fuck away from me.” My voice held a savage air, an attempt at regaining power.

“That’s not what you really want. Now, is it?” While the words were meant as a threat, his rugged, seductive voice felt like smooth velvet being brushed across my naked skin. This wasn’t possible. My heart hammered in my chest, my pulse racing.

This just couldn’t happen. I needed clarity. Could I trust this man?

Before my courage gave way, I took off running, fleeing what I’d believed I’d wanted. Now I knew better.

“You can run, Wild Kitty, but I will find you.” The dark edge to his voice stole my breath as I tried to determine a way out, someone able to get to safety.

But was there anywhere truly safe?

As I raced through the darkened streets, a single word of his answer remained furrowing inside my brain.

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