Page 49 of Seducer

Her murmurs continued and if my ears weren’t playing tricks on me, I’d say she mentioned my name more than once.

Not the Phantom, but my real name.

A smile broke across my face as she was bringing herself to a spectacular orgasm. Her body stiffened, her lips pursing asthey’d done when she was anxious. There was something sinful about being a voyeur at this moment.

Her toes curled as an orgasm swept through her. But almost immediately she slumped back against the pillows, her hand slipping away from her wetness a few seconds later. She finally rolled over on her side, not bothering to yank the covers over herself.

There was a distinct chill in the air, enough so that my protective side continued. As soon as she returned to a fast sleep, I moved even closer, gently tugging the sheets and comforter up to her shoulders.

Her eyes fluttered open once, her long lashes skimming across her shimmering cheeks. She wasn’t awake, the dream continuing. I eased a strand of hair from her face, sliding it behind her ear before allowing myself to brush my gloved fingers down her arm.

She shuddered audibly, but otherwise didn’t move.

If I was truly depraved, I’d leave a camera in her bedroom so I could watch her whenever I wanted from the privacy of my own home. Only that wasn’t good enough for a man like me.

I needed to see her in person.

My sweet Sara believed she was safe, hidden behind a carefully crafted identity.

As I backed away, a sudden feeling of heartache grabbed my system. That was something else highly unusual. With no conscience, no feelings of guilt regarding anything I’d done or would do, I found it interesting she’d captivated an entirely different part of me.

The one that hungered for more than just her physical surrender.

I headed down the hall, fighting the urge to stay. There would be another time, another place, and our connection would become even stronger. After that? She would soon learn what fate had started, I would finish.

The woman was mine and no one else was allowed to touch her ever again.

Sara

Someone was watching me as I slept.

I was certain of it.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I could sense his continued presence. Only he wasn’t in my room where he’d been only minutes before. Blinking several times, I listened for any sounds. There were none. But I knew I was right. The rush of adrenaline from the knowledge was slamming against every concept of rationality.

I had two locks on the door. They were supposedly impenetrable. I also lived on the third floor, with no fire escapes except on the back of the building. The man would need to be an acrobat to obtain access.

Yet my heart hammered in a warning that my privacy had been breached. I felt wetness between my legs and was instantly horrified. Had the unknown man assaulted me? I slid my handunder the covers, half expecting my panties would be ripped to shreds.

They weren’t.

I closed my eyes, trying to dispel all thoughts that someone had been inside. Memories of a dream pressed against my cognitive vortex. A twisted and sinful dream. Oh, God. I’d been told to play with myself by… a masked man.

How was that possible? Had I been drugged and my mystery guest forced me to do so? I shivered to my core from the thought. How disgusting. I listened for noises once again, but everything was quiet. Even living in a crowded apartment building, I was blessed with decent neighbors who rarely played loud music after eleven. They were all working people just like me.

The subtle click of my clock drew my attention to the nightstand. Shit. It was close to four in the morning. I’d be a zombie the next day if I couldn’t go back to sleep. I tried to lie back down, but my mind was rolling with possibilities.

I was also certain his scent lingered in the room, deeply masculine and full of exotic spices. So woodsy that I could envision myself in a dense forest.

Being chased.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

There went my wacko mind again. How long had I endured the sick dreams about a masked man hunting me down? Too long. It was getting out of hand, something I’d even considered talking to a professional about. But I’d kept my deep yearnings as a private little secret only for me.

A richer smell forced me to sit up in bed again. I hadn’t bothered with closing the blinds and now that unnerved the hell out of me. Anyone could be looking in the window. Watching me.

Waiting.

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