Page 96 of Seducer

My perfect kitty.

She was in danger. I sensed it.

I heard an engine coming closer, the driver accelerating. I knew instinctively what was coming. With headlights blinding her, Sara seemed frozen on the spot. I rushed forward, managing to grab her just seconds before the dark car smashed into her. The hit would have killed her.

I reached for my weapon, managing to get off a single shot.

Damn it. I was certain it had gone wild. Fuck. Fuck. The driver sped around the corner.

But not before I’d had a chance to see the son of a bitch was wearing a mask.

Another goddamn Purge mask.

A violent laugh almost erupted.

She scrambled to her feet, instantly racing away from me.

I was one fucked-up man. All I could was smile. She was a fighter. I threw a single look over my shoulder as she ran before racing after her.

I caught up to her quickly, pulling her to my chest and fingering her breast. “Time’s up, little wild kitty.”

“Is this part of the game?” she gasped.

Behind my mask I smiled. “Consider it your personal invitation.”

“Zach,” she whispered.

I was momentarily struck. My wild kitty took advantage, exceeding my expectations, struggling enough to rip my mask from my face. I held in a roar as I pulled up her dress, enjoying our contest as we struggled. I gained control, her breathing heavy from more than just exertion as I tugged her thong to her knees. Her sweet scent greeted me and grew stronger as I began to bring my hand down sharply on her perfect ass.

As I finished marking her as mine, I tugged my mask back into position before releasing her. As soon as she had her clothes back in place, she bolted. She was quick to her step, weaving through trees and heading to a house. She was attempting to get help.

I found that fascinating.

Remaining in the shadows, I waited as she pounded on the door.

No one came to her aid.

It was time to end this. Past time.

The fucking game, the hunt had placed her life in jeopardy. That wasn’t acceptable. I was to blame.

And so, I did what I had to do.

I captured my feisty wild kitty, the woman kicking and scratching. But she was mine.

All mine.

Now I could keep her safe.

As I kissed her, I pulled out the syringe, giving her a slight sedative. It would wear off quickly, but would allow me to take her to safety.

After getting her settled in the car, I made a decision, one I hoped I wouldn’t regret.

I contacted my buddy, the detective. Perhaps it was time to do the right thing. Plus, I could use his help in exchange for providing him information. I pulled out his card from my wallet, studying the front.

Hmmm…

I turned it over, dialing his personal number.

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