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Or had I?

Had I wanted to be captured and this was simply another test?

Had I truly craved the darkness only he could provide?

I couldn’t lie to myself or pretend this wasn’t exactly what I’d craved.

Sick. Twisted. Repulsed.

I should be, but instead I felt euphoric.

He cocked his head, the strange flicker of the lamp creating shadows across his face. I pulled my hand from under the covers, reaching out and brushing the tips of my fingers across his cheek. The slight stubble tickled my fingers. I laughed nervously, doing everything I could to understand the strong attraction.

Zach shifted his head again, capturing my hand with his. As he pressed kisses against my palm, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Electric vibrations danced down the length of my spine, my toes curling from the intensity of our connection. How could I feel this way about a man who’d just kidnapped me?

It was easy.

We were meant to be together. My pulse raced, my entire body ripped from the licking flames jetting through every vein.

“So beautiful. So perfect.”

“Nothing about me is perfect,” I managed.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Wild Kitty.” He dropped his head, first planting a kiss on my forehead. My sigh brought a slight growl from his throat. He took a deep breath, slowly rubbing his lips down the bridge of my nose to my lips. When he tickled my lips with his tongue, I arched my back, slowly sliding my arm around his shoulder.

Freedom grasped my heart and soul as the kiss became a powerful gesture of want and need.

And one of utter control.

He’d captured his prey.

There was no chance he was letting me go.

I sensed his desire increasing by the way he fisted my tangled strands of hair. As if holding me in place. As if reminding me I was where I belonged. He thrust his tongue inside, tasting me as if for the first time.

It wasn’t.

But this moment was entirely different, both our masks removed, our deepest inhibitions revealed. He tasted of bourbon and peppermint, the moment of intimacy building to the type of yearning that couldn’t be denied. My pussy throbbed, clenching and releasing, leaving me wet and hot.

I’d never wanted anything or anyone the way I wanted him.

And I hated myself for it.

As soon as he backed away, I opened my eyes. There was a hint of malevolence in his, a stark reminder that this wasn’t normal.

He backed further away into the shadows, his chest rising and falling. “You’ll find appropriate clothes in the closet, everything else you’ll need in the adjoining bathroom. I do hope you’ll join me for a drink. I promise to answer all your questions as you will mine.”

He backed further away, his eyes never leaving me. They weren’t imploring. They were filled with a knowing. With a smile crooking the corners of his mouth, he walked out the door.

And he didn’t proceed to lock me inside.

CHAPTER 25

Zach

Thick, hot, and very needy desire rushed up from my core. I’d found it next to impossible to prevent myself from devouring her when she’d been sleeping, passed out from exhaustion and the slight sedative I’d given her.

She’d woken up once, managing to slip from my car at a stoplight. I’d underestimated the powerful beauty. The sedative had made her movements slow, but she’d done her best to lose herself in the woods flanking the road. Fortunately, I’d easily caught up with her, easing her gently onto the passenger seat beside me. But I’d secured her differently, concerned she would hurt herself.

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