Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101427 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 507(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
My pulse ricocheted, not in my heart anymore but in my wrists, in my neck, in the hollow between my thighs. Heat pooled heavy there too and my pussy got wet.
I couldn’t even understand why I was so freaked out and turned on at the same time.
Don’t speak. Don’t say shit.
Silence was my only defense. If he didn’t know exactly where I was, I wouldn’t hand him the advantage.
But another thought came to me too.
I bet he already knows where I’m at.
I forced myself to turn my head slowly, eyes straining through the haze. Nothing behind me but clouds of candle lit steam rolling in lazy waves against the far wall.
I swallowed and turned the other way.
My gaze scraped the gloom, searching, begging for an outline, a shadow, any sign of him.
That trick with the lights. . .he hadn’t been in the shower at all.
He’d been closer.
By the door.
Probably right behind me when I first entered.
I shivered.
How had I not known?
I glanced over my shoulder and couldn’t make out anything but darkness, steam, and candlelight flickering.
But. . .I looked back and he wasn’t there. What the fuck? Had he been on the ceiling?
The thought was ridiculous. And yet. . .I tilted my head back anyway. The haze parted just enough to show the ceiling.
Is he that crazy and capable?
I thought I made out wet streaks on the ceiling, but that could have just been condensation.
Where the hell are you? And. . .if you catch me. . .what are you going to do?
A shiver clawed down my spine, sharp and electric. My body tightened in terror, but my thighs pressed together too, betraying my rising intoxication.
Terror and arousal tangled within. It was an exquisite noose around my neck. God help me, the fear wasn’t just regular fear. It twisted, melted, slid into something hotter.
I knew I had no control.
He was the hunter, growing larger in my mind.
Yet, being prey to him meant I was chosen.
Obsessed over.
Worthy of hunting.
That knowledge spread like fire through my nerves.
My thighs shook, not just from fear but from the pulse of fiery lust.
Adrenaline and desire.
Being hunted felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, wind in my face, the fall certain and terrifying—and all I wanted was to tip forward.
Even more, my body knew before my mind could admit it that he wasn’t just chasing me.
He was stalking, waiting, and savoring the moment I broke.
And God help me, a large part of me wanted to be broken by him.
Okay. . .new plan. . .I’m going to hide my ass in the shower. . .
I dropped lower and began to slowly crawl across the marble. Chill seeped into my palms and knees. Steam clung heavy against my skin, curling damp tendrils into my hair.
The irony of this all crashed into me.
I smirked.
Hours ago, I had made him crawl. And now, without saying a single word from his lips, he was making me crawl.
Naughty Dragon.
A low chuckle almost left me.
Was this what we would always be like?
I take him down.
He submits.
Then, he rises and takes me higher, darker, rougher.
The thought made my nipples tighten hard against my robe. They were now aching points that begged for his mouth, his bite, his claim.
Alright. Not too bad. He’s in control but. . .he still hasn’t caught me.
Still. . .every shift of my robe whispered against marble, every knee on the slick floor made a faint wet sound that echoed too loud. Even the drag of my breath scratched at the silence.
Fuck.
I froze, convinced he was listening to every tiny movement, savoring how my body betrayed me.
When I got around four feet toward the shower, the air shifted.
He’s definitely near. What do I do?
Now with all this darkness and steam, the shadows were alive, thickening at the corners of the large room. Somewhere in them, the Dragon watched me. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the slow hunger of it, stretching over my skin.
God. It was thrilling.
A crazy, erotic hide-and-seek game where I was both terrified and giddy, certain he’d find me and desperate for him to try.
Slowly, I rose from the ground. My knees trembled, but I pushed through it.
Okay. He hasn’t caught me yet so. . .that has to count for something. Maybe I am outsmarting him.
I pressed my back to the cool marble wall near me and scanned the space.
Left to right.
Up and down.
Then, left to right again.
Okay. Go in the shower.
Then, I froze.
Wait. What if this is exactly what he wants me to do? Did he turn the shower on so that I would go to it? Damn it, Nyomi. Did I just fall into his trap? Or am I paranoid?
The idea hit sharp and sudden, sinking deep. He’d set the terrain, built the stage. Of course he’d leave me only one obvious option—the steam-shrouded shower.