“The man you want is called Vetrov.” Ugh, and even his voice seemed to stroke between her legs. Testosterone concentrate.
She swallowed and made herself listen.
“He organizes human trafficking. I know where to find him.”
To business. She’d get the person who had done this and to hell with her life until she did. No brother, no mother, no father – only she remained. Most days she wanted to weep despite the millions Dad had left her. Her vet science degree could wait. This money, what better thing to do with it than destroy the man who’d killed her father?
“Give me his name, where he lives, and I’ll pay you very well. Once I know for sure he’s the right man, one hundred thousand is yours.”
For the first time he truly studied her. When his eyes lowered, her breasts tingled, her nipples tightening until they were aching and hard. They’d be showing through her skimpy shirt. Focus. Business.
His mouth twitched and he lifted his hand and trapped hers. What the hell?
“Remove your hand.” She tugged but he held on tight. The creak of the chair warned her that Hugh had noticed. She shook her head at him and he subsided into his chair.
“First hear my terms. Two hundred thousand. You’re going to need me with you to help fine tune the location of Vetrov.”
She frowned and was still considering when he spoke again.
“Also I want you.”
Time shivered. “What ?” She’d heard wrong.
“You.” His smile was hard, uncompromising, and so lethal every hair on her body stood on end. “I want you in my bed. Once. After that, you won’t want to leave. No you. No deal.”
He didn’t wink or move in any way, just waited while examining her face, and that floored her. Arrogant bastard.
Was this blackmail? Yet he intrigued her. She shook her head, jarring herself out of the state of shock. “Ummm.”
One eyebrow rose. “Dare to take a chance for once, Wren. Life is better with surprises.”
One night. Why was she even thinking it was possible?
She blinked, running through crazy thought after crazy thought. What would it be like to have sex with such an overtly dangerous man? All her lovers in the past had been students. Young safe men who’d never done more than go to university, parties, maybe the beach.
Insane to say yes.
She opened her mouth and was caught by how he stared at her lips. His large hand squeezed down harder until where his thumb pressed hurt. The pain brought another level of scariness to this. Now she was aroused and afraid in equal proportions.
The words seemed to blurt out without her mind having much say. “Once, only. And it’s one hundred thousand if you want me as part of the deal.” Let’s see what the smart ass thinks of that.
“Done.” He drew her hand to his mouth, kissed her knuckles like a gentleman then he singled out her forefinger and sucked on it.
She could feel the movement of his tongue.
In one second, her finger became hot and wet and his.
Tremors ran through her pussy. Breathing halted. Her eyes must be so very wide. The man had turned her on so much with that simple action, as if it were a button to her sexuality.
Holy fuck.
His murmur rumbled past her last defenses. “Keep looking at me like that and I’ll bend you over this table now, pull down your underwear...”
...and fuck you. She could hear those unsaid words in her mind.
He released her hand. Wren snatched it away.
What had she just agreed to?”
About Cari Silverwood
When others are writing bad men doing bad things, you may find her writing good men who accidentally on purpose fall into the abyss and come out with their morals twisted in knots.
This might be because she comes from the land down under, Australia, or it could be her excessive consumption of wine.
Freaking out readers is her first love and her second love is freaking out the people living in her books. Her favorite hobby is convincing people she has a basement...though she really doesn’t. Promise. If it existed it would be a terrifying place where you would find all the dangerous things that you never knew you craved.
To escape you'd need to get the key you can see through the grate in your cell door. A key that’s hanging from the ceiling by string. The light above is flickering on...off...and you can hear feet dragging along the corridor floor. Your door is locked.
Anyone know how to get blood stains out of concrete?
My website, if you're curious about my other evil pursuits: http://www.carisilverwood.net/
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Also by Cari Silverwood
Pierced Hearts Series
(Dark erotic fiction)
Take me, Break me
Bind and Keep me
Make me Yours Evermore
Seize me From Darkness
Preyfinders Series
Precious Sacrifice
(Published in the anthology, Kept. Also released as a solo book)
Intimidator
Squirm Files Series
Squirm – virgin captive of the billionaire biker tentacle monster
Strum – virgin captive of the billionaire demon rock star monster
The Badass Brats Series
The Dom with a Safeword
The Dom on the Naughty List
The Dom with the Perfect Brats
Cataclysm Blues Series
Cataclysm Blues
The Steamwork Chronicles Series
Iron Dominance
Lust Plague
Steel Dominance
Others
31 Flavors of Kink
Three Days of Dominance
Rough Surrender
(Re-released by Momentum, an eBook branch of Pan Macmillan)
Table of Contents
About Seize me From Darkness
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Teaser for Book 5, Own me Until Forever
About Cari Silverwood
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