Page 73 of Seducer

“Because it’s wrong.”

“Wrong,” I repeated with a growl to my tone. “You mean because I’m allowing you a choice. Well, we can change that very easily.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play naïve with me, Sara. The bullshit doesn’t look good on you. Vulnerability, yes. It’s endearing, but don’t ever lie to yourself or to me. You want exactly what you thought the game was going to offer you, a reason to embrace the darkness and fear you’ve longed to experience and conquer your entire life. Money, houses. That bullshit was secondary. That’s why we were so drawn to each other. We share the same carnal needs.”

“You are out of your mind.” She continued fighting, albeit lamely, as if she really believed I might let her go. As she dug her fingers into my arm, she attempted to get her leg in a position where she could issue a painful kick. That wasn’t going to happen.

I jerked her leg up, bending it at the knee and pulling it against my side. Now it was my turn to have my fingers digging into her soft skin.

“I’m very much out of my mind at least according to all those happy little shrinks I visited years ago. However, I’m the kind of crazy that you’ve fantasized about for years. Tell me the truth. Are you eager to have me hunt you down like the sweet prey I’ve come to know you as? Imagine a man like me. I could find you by your sweet scent alone.” I inhaled in an exaggerated way, snorting when I did.

“Never.”

“Why lie to me? You’re very aware I can see right through your pristine and conservative façade. Admit to yourself if not to me your hunger has become unbridled.”

Her mouth twisted in frustration, her breath skipping several beats. But I could see all the masochistic fantasies she’d never admitted to anyone.

This time, she shifted her hips, allowing a waft of the desire I was talking about to float between us.

Goddamn, what this woman did to me. I was past the point of any self-control, spinning into madness. And I didn’t give a shit about the ramifications from doing so.

“You’re a sick man,” she hissed, although her resistance was almost over. She was clutching my shirt, her breathing unusually rapid.

“Yes, yes, I am. Another reason you were so drawn to me, sweet kitty.” I crushed my mouth over hers, capturing the moans that instantly rushed up from her throat. She wiggled violently in my hold, acting as if she hated my touch.

I knew better.

She craved everything I could provide, wanting no one else.

The kiss was rough and powerful. When I slipped my hand behind her head, holding her in place, she wiggled to the point that tremendous friction was created. I thrust my tongue inside, marveling at her taste and all the wicked thoughts running through my mind.

Her earlier tension was starting to fade, her body betraying her as much as her fantasies had done for so much of her life. She met every swish of my tongue, slamming hers against mine in some foolish attempt at domination. When would she learn that wouldn’t happen and that’s not what she wanted?

She finally slammed her palms against my arms, and I broke the kiss, lifting my head slowly. Eagerness to see what she’d do breached the surface.

“Are you still eager to learn more about me?” I growled as I kept her close, running my teeth from one side of her jaw to the other.

“Why should I?”

My laugh was as breathless as her voice. “Because discovering what makes me tick will answer dozens of questions you’ve had about yourself.”

“Fine. Tell me all your dark and ugly secrets.”

Goddamn, her challenges were almost as fulfilling as the woman herself.

“Where would you like to start? With the fact my brothers and I were ripped from our dead mother’s arms, taken into foster care only to be separated by families and states? Never allowed to see each other again, our files mysteriously disappearing or completely locked down even decades later? Or would you prefer the stories of lingering abuse and degradation, starvation and lack of love or friendship? Do you want to know what that turned us into? Well, the answer is an easy one. Monsters. I’m a fucking beast who has no qualms about eliminating anyone who stands in my way. How does that make you feel, sweet and innocent Sara?”

I wasn’t certain why I’d tossed out my heritage to a woman who could quite easily do me harm if she found it necessary, but it felt good. Damn good in fact. I wanted her to know the desires coursing through every blood vessel in her body were laced with a hunger for a true creature of darkness.

Her breathing was heavy and she blinked several times, her long lashes framing her face in a provocative way. I craved all of her, every single inch. “You’re no monster, Zach.”

“Pretty bold for a woman standing in a beautiful blouse and a skimpy thong with heels, kitten. Don’t you think?”

“I know what you did, the kind of acts something I’ll never forget.”

I laughed softly. “What in God’s name makes you think I could care about anyone but myself?”

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