Page 99 of Seducer

“Tick tock, Wild Kitty. It’s time to wake up.”

Mmm… Exhaling, I tried to swim up from the sweet dream as a rush of images flooded my mind.

“Come sit on my cock, my beautiful girl. Right here. Right now.”

His command enthralled me, my pulse rapid as I took a single step closer. I was naked, only the silver collar he’d gifted me adorning my skin. As I approached, he took several deep breaths, his eyes hooded as he gazed down the length of my body.

When I was within a few inches, he reached out and took my arms, caressing my skin with his thumbs. “Amazing. And all mine. I need to fill you. Now.”

Trembling, I straddled his lap, my fingers nimble as I unfastened his belt, every few seconds darting a look into his eyes. His chest rose and fell from heightened anticipation as I slowly unzipped his fly.

As soon as I wrapped my hand around his cock, he gripped my hips. A man like the Seducer wasn’t patient. He took what he wanted when the time was right.

And tonight, there was nothing to hold back our passion.

The moment he jerked me down, impaling me with his thick shaft, I threw my head back and moaned.

“Oh, God.” My moan reverberated in my ears, my eyes suddenly opening wide. Wetness slickened my inner thighs, heat rising on my face. I’d been dreaming. This was it. The end. I should have heeded the warnings. I tried to move, but my body refused to comply.

“Calm down. You’re safe now.”

Realization settled in, a wildfire of strange sensations that I seemed to have no control over.

“Safe?” I croaked. “From you? You were… chasing me.”

He chuckled. “This is exactly what you wanted. However, I was attempting to keep you from being attacked.”

“I… don’t understand.” In my fuzzy mind, I could only see the Seducer chasing me. But… No, that wasn’t right. The asshole from the bar. There’d been someone else.

Something else had occurred, but I couldn’t figure out what. Oh, why was my head so damn fuzzy?

“You probably can’t right now,” he said in his deep, comforting voice.

“Then where am I?” This had to be a strange, ugly dream. I’d been drugged. I was certain of it. I’d felt the tiny prick against my neck.Go back to sleep. When you wake up, it’ll all be over.

Nothing was making any sense. I still couldn’t open my eyes. My head ached, so much so I was nauseated.

Even as a swell of need and emotions slammed against whatever normal thoughts I should be having.

“As I said, you’re safe. You were whispering in your sleep, Wild Kitty. There’s no need to panic.”

His voice was a whisper, a quiet and peaceful sound that dragged me away from the sensual images.

Only the noise wasn’t a dream. Wait. Was this part of the game? That would make sense. I’d figured out almost everything else, certain of what and how he’d move next. He was disarming me, acting polite and sweet.

Darkness.

Fear.

Need.

A longing too intense to ignore.

The combination forced me fully awake, blinking furiously even as the pain behind my eyes created a nauseating swarm of butterflies in my stomach. My thoughts were a blur, but I sensed his presence only inches away.

Him.

It was him. My seducer. The man I’d craved as I had for no other. The man who’d saved me. I hadn’t been dreaming.

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