CHAPTER 30

F ive weeks later

Sara

Los Angeles. The City of Angels.

You can do this. You have the skills. You’re strong. You’re beautiful. You’re sassy. You’re the winner.

Ha. A winner. Although that was the truth. I’d won so many things in the last few weeks including my freedom from financial burdens and the nightmares that had plagued me.

In fighting for what I wanted, my skills seemed to shine.

Well, it didn’t hurt that I had an incredibly handsome bigwig gaming professional on my side. I allowed myself to giggle as I glanced into the mirror. I had to admit even to myself I looked hot.

I mean blazing hot.

A new bright red suit.

A pair of heels to die for.

My hair was perfectly styled, cut and curled, but no longer kept tightly wound in a bun. I didn’t mind flaunting my feminine wiles one little bit.

Plus, my skin was shimmering and it wasn’t from the new, more expensive makeup than I used to purchase at the local big box discount store. Nope. I’d splurged, including buying fire engine red lipstick. My skin was luminous from the hard fucking the night before.

With my contacts and a wicked smile, I was ready to face the production team. If they had any chance of making a movie about Dark Nights, they would need to go through me.

This badass woman.

I took a step away, thinking about the last few weeks. They’d been a whirlwind, including learning more about my craft. I’d been promoted to an executive position, although I’d need to prove my worth. With a salary to match and a brand-new car and condo, I was ready for anything tossed my way.

Of course, my new digs were thanks mostly to Zach. My boyfriend. My sizzling, passionate boyfriend. I had a feeling he was the one, but we were taking it day at a time.

I no longer thought about the hunt that had almost cost me my life. Or the crazy man who’d pretended to be Zach.

My Seducer.

Just breathing the man’s name brought me tingles. I was ready for the show. Suddenly, my entire body crackled with electricity. A shadow appeared in the corner of my eye.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” I all but whispered.

“Who said I ever followed rules?”

“You truly are a bad man.”

He appeared just behind me, looking even more handsome in his new Italian suit. “Hold on. I thought you said I had decent qualities.”

“Not always and for that, I’m grateful.”

As he took a deep breath, he brushed his fingers down both arms. The tingling shifted straight to my pussy. My nipples were instantly aroused from his light touch alone. How was it possible that I was so enthralled with this man?

“Well, then I think I need to remind you what being bad feels like,” he growled in response as he nuzzled against my ear.

“Here? In the movie production company restroom?” As always, a rush of excitement tore through me.

He pressed kisses against my neck, dragging his tongue up and down. When he bit down on my ear, the slice of pain was incredible. I closed my eyes, shuddering in his hold.

My legs were quivering, my mind fuzzy just like it had been every time we’d engaged in passion.

Very dark passion.

While there’d been no recent hunts, I was hoping one day he would break the cycle. I did so adore him in a mask.

He rubbed the flats of his hands down my sides. “I think you need to be fucked right here. Right now.”

“I don’t know if I can allow that, Zach.”

“Oh, then you need to be reminded who owns you. Plus…” He took a slight step away, pulling something from his jacket.

I watched in glee as he placed my favorite mask over his face, even lighting up the LEDs. This time, the color was red.

The color of passion.

One of heat and fire.

And one of blood.

I was so turned on I could barely breathe. The man knew exactly what I liked. Would some people think me twisted as fuck? Probably, but I was just being me.

A better version of me. Stronger. More resilient.

And open to dark and delicious new things.

His breath was hot as he wrapped my hair around his fingers, pulling it aside. While he was careful with his actions, he crawled his fingers down my legs, gripping the material of my tight skirt. Taking his time, he eased it up past my hips, exposing my matching red thong.

The single crack of his hand against my bottom brought a smile to my face.

Another one created an intense throbbing between my legs.

The next four and I was wet and hot all over, even panting from excitement and anticipation. Every crack of his hand was painful, but oh-so delicious.

I spread my legs as far apart as possible while he yanked my panties to the side. When he drove all four of his fingers deep inside, I was fearful I’d drop to the floor.

Somehow, I knew he’d catch me.

He chuckled darkly as he thrust his fingers in and out. As usual, his actions were completely methodical. I stared into the mirror, taking gasping breaths from the look of his mask. Scary and completely incredible.

When he was certain I was wet enough, he took a step back, unfastening his belt. I longed to do it for him, even dropping to my knees for a taste, but a quick look at my watch and I realized time was of the essence.

After all, we couldn’t be late for such an important meeting. How could we?

The moment he freed his rock-hard cock, I dragged my tongue across my lips, issuing several guttural moans.

“Hurry. Fuck me,” I begged him and he laughed.

“My little wild kitty needs me.”

“You have no idea.”

He waited for a few seconds, teasing me by sliding the tip of his cock up and down my slickened pussy. When he finally thrust it deep inside, I was pitched forward, slamming both hands on the glass.

There was nothing gentle about the man or his actions. He was as hungry as I was. He gripped my hips, pulling out and teasing me again, but when he slammed into me, it was as if every nerve ending was on fire.

I threw my head back, captured by the moment and the man. He was so brutal, so strong and I adored everything about him.

Including his dangerous persona.

We were fire and ice, melting together in a sea of lava. Nothing felt so good as having him buried deep inside.

Panting, he developed a sweet rhythm and within seconds, I was pushed to the edge. But damn the man, he sensed it and pulled back, smacking his hand on my already aching bottom three more times.

But it made everything that much more exciting. He drove hard and fast, the sounds we made guttural, adding to the raw excitement.

We were steaming up the mirror and I dug my fingers against the glass as he pounded into me. My body tensed, every muscle constricting. My pussy clenched and released and I was thrown into the sweet release, an orgasm so powerful I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming.

Just then, a woman walked in and instead of immediately walking out, she watched us. She stood right where she was, just as enthralled as we were. She even licked her lips.

I laughed softly as another climax rushed into me.

And the man wasn’t stopping.

“Whew. I need to find myself a masked man,” she whispered before finally leaving us alone.

He chuckled more darkly than before, pumping several more times until I sensed he was spent, ready to erupt and fill me with his seed.

My sweet Seducer wanted me squirming from being filled by him during the entire meeting. I should be angry, but how could I be? This was everything I’d asked for, craving in the dark lonely nights.

My masked man was my lover.

I’d never been so happy.

After he finally allowed himself to release, he folded his massive body over mine. We remained locked together, learning how to breathe again.

I finally looked my watch and stiffened. “Three minutes.”

“We’ll make it in time. If not, they will wait.”

So confident. So full of himself.

Just the way I liked him.

We freshened up and I frowned as he put the mask away. But I knew it would make a return appearance. It always did.

As we walked out together, I tipped my head. “Maybe we can go on a hunt soon. Pretty please?”

“You are insatiable. Perhaps. But only when I say. And you’ll never know when it’s going to happen.”

His words left me with dozens of tingles. I’d found the right man or in truth, he’d found me.

And he was never letting me go.

The End