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The Wrong One is part of my erotic Dark Histories One Shot Series.
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SUMMARY:
He went to the ball hunting.
So did she.
But one of them has picked the very wrong one...
What seems like a simple one shot becomes alot more complicated when one is playing with beings outside of humanity.
TEASER:
"What are you after tonight, Sweet Thing?" I asked her.
"What would you like me to be?" She crooned in a soft alluring voice. Dizzying my senses.
I caught her waist and drug her against me, so our bodies were molded together. "I'd give you anything you asked for."
"Anything?" She lifted a fine brown brow. "Are you so certain of that?"
"Absolutely."
"Rather bold of you."
"Bold of me?" I straightened. Looking down my nose at the tiny thing. "You're the gorgeous scrap of a thing who dares be alone unchaperoned in a dark Parlor with a man you barely know."
"Perhaps." She smiled softly before dragging her arms down my chest and stepping back to walk behind the settee. Dragging a finger along the seam on the top.
How is her every movement so seductive? I was duly entranced.
"Have you heard of women who victimize men."
"No. But I'd dearly like to..." I smiled. My lips quirking in what I'd been told was a rather roguish half-smile.
She could certainly victimize me.
"There are such things, you know. Lore about women that can steal the beating hearts of men."
"Well, you're certainly working on mine."