Page 8 of Prey

My cock stirred from the thought, and I shifted a little before straightening back up to my full frame.

Her eyes tracked my movements, like a cornered prey would watching a predator before the jaws closed in for a big bite.

I grinned, baring my teeth.

“Come on, Ryleigh. Come eat.”

I walked back to the kitchen without looking back at her, and only after a short moment, she hesitantly followed.

Her eyes briefly made their way to the door, and I let out a small chuckle.

“You really think I would let you roam around the cabin if the doors weren’t locked?” I thought back to the chair lying on the floor I’d picked up before starting dinner. “And I’m guessing you already tried the window. There’s no escape, so you might as well just sit down and enjoy this nice dinner I cooked, yeah?”

The fire was back in her eyes, and I almost smiled at her.

I resisted, but just barely. She looked mad enough to throw the chair again, but instead of trying to break the window, she would probably aim it at me.

Would she look at me this way if she knew the sight of her was turning me the fuck on?

I loved her fire.

Fuck me, but I wanted to burn in it.

I watched her sit in one of the chairs by the small dining table in the middle of the room. She watched warily, as if she was afraid I might pounce on her without notice.

I might be planning on that, but it wouldn't be unwelcome on her part—I would make sure of that.

And if there was anything I was going to accomplish during our time here, it was to take away all the wariness, all the apprehension, and all the fear from her eyes. There was no other alternative.

She was going to love me as Roman as much as she had loved me as Xavier.

I set one of the plates out in front of her.

“Dinner,” I said, my voice sounding rough, even to my own ears.

She eyed the plate suspiciously.

I watched her with some amusement. “You really think I did something to it? Why would I go to all this trouble to bring you here just to poison you on the second night?”

“Has it only been one night?” she asked, looking out the window.

“You slept all last night and most of the day.”

She scowled at that. “I wasn’t sleeping. I was drugged.”

I shrugged. I had to get her out of the apartment. Drugging her was the easiest way for me to do it.

She shook her head and muttered something under her breath. Judging by her expression, I would say it wasn’t anything good.

I kept my face neutral.

She was a surprising combination of amusing and fucking adorableness.

A lethal combination.

I made my way to the fridge and brought out one can of soda for her and a beer bottle for me before sitting down next to her. I opened my beer, taking a large sip. I pretended I didn’t notice her eyes on me, the heat in them scorching me from the inside out.

I waited for her to hesitantly take the first bite before I dug in.

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