Page 72 of Dark Predator


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“Yes, for several years.”

“Do you miss it?”

He hesitated only long enough to slide gaze to my eyes briefly. “At times. No more talking.”

I did my best not to make a sound, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he worked, finally getting me to sit up after at least thirty minutes. There was a gentleness about him, but I sensed it was as if he was a caged lion, prepared to break through the steel bars locking him away.

The crackle of electricity was stronger than ever, my heart racing as he painted every inch of my body. His hot breath trickled my skin, his eyes piercing mine as he swirled the brush around my nipples.

“No puedo esperar para follarte,” he half whispered.

“What did you say?”

He eased back, inhaling deeply. “I said I can’t wait to fuck you.”

His words stimulated me even more, keeping my nipples fully aroused.

“You can stand up now.” He backed away and I was amazed there wasn’t a speck of paint on his skin or clothes.

He positioned a light only a few feet away, flicking it on then switching off the rest. I hadn’t realized what he was doing. The fluorescent paint was electrified under a black light. I stood slowly, trying to keep from slipping on the canvas. As I moved, I realized most of the paint adorning my body had already dried. He turned on another dance song, shifting from one side to the other, snapping dozens if not hundreds of photographs.

While the moment of our passion had been freeing, there was nothing quite like dancing under a black light, completely able to be something I wasn’t.

I felt like I was floating, escaping the harsh confines of my past, all the fears and anxiety slipping away. In that period of time he captured my essence, I felt more alive than I’d ever imagined being able to experience.

“On your knees,” he commanded, and I instantly dropped, tossing my hair from side to side.

“Goddamn it, you’re beautiful.”

Every compliment he gave me, the brusque sound of his voice continued to keep my body and my pussy quivering. I struck pose after pose, opening my legs wider as I rolled my hands down to my breasts. When I pinched my nipples, the biting pain sent another rapture of explosion into every cell and muscle.

“Yes,” he growled more than once. Even over the music I was able to hear him panting, his needs reaching the boiling point.

I reached for him then jerked back, arching my back as I bent backwards. He captured every move, shifting all around me. When he’d moved to the front, I dropped to my hands and knees, baring my teeth as I crawled toward him, one hand after the other.

His chest heaved and after taking several additional shots, he lowered his camera. The look on his face was more savage than I’d seen, the black light accentuating his features, shadowing half his face. Yet there remained an eerie glow around him, encapsulating the man in an entirely different way.

He was unpredictable, which made him more exciting than any man I’d ever been with, but there was a draw to him that continued to terrify me. My growing affection wouldn’t just drive me into acting out the darkest sins. It would plunge me into madness just before dragging me into the fires of hell.

I knew that with as much certainty as anything else in my life.

And yet I wanted more.

I craved all the danger and the filth, yearning for the lust to take over every scrap of common sense.

When he put his camera aside, I reached for him again. This time, he rose to his feet, flicking another switch on the black light. As it started to strobe, I reared onto my knees, acting as if I was trying to claw him.

“You think you’re a bad girl, don’t you?” he asked as he jerked off his shirt.

“I know I am,” I said, issuing a series of purrs.

“You do know what bad girls receive. Don’t you?” He tugged off his boots, pitching them aside.

“What?”

He said nothing as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. I continued to tease him, rubbing my nipples, blinking from the way the strobe became hypnotizing. The scent of sex was in the air, our raging desire more intense than it had been before. Inhaling, the scent of him was instantly intoxicating, my hunger reaching an entirely different plateau.

When he dropped to his knees, crawling toward me, I purred like a big cat, tempting the darkest predator of the jungle.

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