The Intrigued Trilogy

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go. Usually, they go straight for the kill. But sometimes, when they find something that they really like, they can be really patient stalk it for days on

at time wa

nd she's always with those two women. Occasionally, a man wou

s alway

t's finally time for the kill. Her friends had noticed me tonight. I'd purposely stood in the limelight, trying to grab her attention. Grace had noticed me. And for the short instant

my sanity for a l

lone on the dance floor for the first time; saw an inv

er her territory and now it's about to eat her. Oh, I intend to do a lot more than just that and I'm very sure a lot of them cou

r

the scent of his cologne and it was the most intoxicating thing I'd ever smelled. Cinnamon an

th the alcohol and everything to do with the man mo

frowned, narrowing those deep blue eyes at me,

e really drunk if I'm apo

d when our skin connected. But he must not have felt it because I was being dragged to the bar behind

xt instant, both my arms held tightly behind my back. "Later Caro. You'll get all the time you want to do wha

er? I grinned up at him, complete

tool. He then motioned to the bartender, who set a glass in front of me with a whitish ki

e liquid. When I couldn't figure it out, I sniffed the gl

come hither looks. "Hey!" I yelled over the blaring music, making their heads snap towards me...along with a couple

up chuckled, the sou

hite glass was held

rugs?" I

whirled the liquid in the glass, the lemon slic

without hesitating, gulped it down in one go

ard him say as he rubbed my ba

ight that reached just above my knees and it had a plunging back, so most of my skin was already exp

t dance?" I asked;

ined his fingers with mine. Tugging me down the stool, he sp

alf shadowed by the dark hair that fell over his forehead, he brought me up, spun me for a half circle before pulling me closer and setting

were so close that I could smell the slight scent of whiskey in his breath. He

elp but tangle my fingers through them. His lashes cast light shadows on his cheek and his lips were so full and plum that before I rea

sweet, wet sound that sent blood gushing straight down to my core. One of his hands slid to my butt, squeezing the soft mound of my cheeks, while the other li

rsing a short, wet path from the valley between my breast and back to my mouth...with his tongue. I gasped, whi

hat would feel like? To be taken

s eyes now a smoldering electric blue, drowned in passion.

of me. I was about to complain, but the slow smirk playing on his lips told me he w

I'd never forget this nig