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going anywhere any time soon.” The planes of his face maintained his cool
appearance, but the heat in his gaze gave away his true thoughts. “Like it or
not, I'm in control now.”
    His statement should have offended her, scared her even, but
instead her already thrumming pussy pulsed and her nipples tightened to painful
hard points of flesh. All she could focus on were his lips so close to her own.
She noticed a tiny scar on the side of his lower lip, and without thought she
reached up and ran her finger across the tiny patch of skin.
    “No,” she whispered across his mouth before tentatively
touching them with her own, igniting the firestorm within them. His mouth
slanted over hers with a rough, demanding pressure. His tongue pushed through
her lips, seeking out the deep intimacies of her heated mouth. Her calm
shattered with his musky taste and hungry kiss.
    She didn't understand this connection between them. But his
close proximity had her body heating quickly in preparation.
    Thoughts of Tarot cards and guns fled her mind to be
replaced with warm skin, biting teeth, and power. Yes, as the intensity of his
kiss continued to devour her mouth more of his power seeped into her. With
every added touch her body sizzled from the energy he carried. His sexual wants
and needs towards her flooded her system. As her body softened under the
onslaught, his power changed. Something dark struck her mind.
    “Get out of the car, Rena.” His sudden withdrawal startled
her as his order seeped into her lust soaked brain. “Unless you want me to fuck
you right here like a sex starved teen, get out of the car.”
    Too confused by his sudden surge of anger, Rena grabbed up
her stuff and fumbled for the door handle. Stepping into the night, she gulped
in the fresh air in an attempt to clear her mind. He made it so hard for her to
think straight.
    Graelen stepped up behind her. Close. His heat seeped
through her clothing to wrap around her. His head dipped until his lips grazed
her neck. She couldn't breathe. Not with the delicious sizzle of his mouth on
her skin.
    “Are you ready to dance with the devil?” His whispered words
sent shivers along her spine. He hadn't touched her and yet his voice had
malevolently entwined her. Something about this incredible man made her want to
rip off her clothes and beg him to take her.
    Right here and right now.
    For a brief moment she wondered if he had cast a spell on
her. Could a spell cause her body to tighten at his nearness? Could a spell
cause her pussy to clench in desperate need every time he touched her?
    Without another word he grabbed her bags and walked through
the open doorway of his house. That he expected her to blindly follow was clear
and, despite her reluctance, she did just that. The man was far too powerful
and alluring for her to deny. At least, not yet. He’d saved her back at the
motel, not to mention he held the answers to her questions about the meaning in
the Tarot. And it was those answers she sought that had threatened her sanity
for weeks now. She wasn't about to back down now.

 
    This time when she stepped into his home the butler wasn't
there to escort her. In fact, the house had taken on a dark, eerie quality she
hadn't noticed before. As Graelen led her down the corridor and up the back
stairs she found her gaze wandering, absorbing the history of the house. The
front of the mansion held priceless antiques, lending itself to a typical old
money, formal feeling. But here in the back of the house it held items that
intrigued her. Items she was certain were part of a history they didn't
normally share with anyone. She noticed books with ancient leather bindings
that she would love to get her hands on, statues she was sure would honor any
museum to carry, and priceless memorabilia that—
    She stopped cold in her tracks, goosebumps rising across her
flesh as a familiar touch brushed through her mind, calling to her in much the
way that damned Tarot card had.