Chapter One

When Natalia Ferguson stirred into consciousness, she knew right away that she was in trouble. Even before she could open her grainy eyes, she felt her arms and legs stretched in spread-eagle position and shackled. Beneath her she sunk into a soft mattress, but this definitely wasn't her own bed.

"Sleeping Beauty awakens."

The smooth, calm, masculine voice was familiar, yet unfamiliar. She tried to answer, fighting a foggy mind, but her throat was dry and her eyes seemed glued shut. Where the hell was she? She knew, sure as she knew her name, that, wherever she was, she didn't want to be here, that she'd been kidnapped. Natalia yanked harder against her restraints, clenching her teeth.

"I knew you were feisty," the man said, amusement in his voice, but it sounded kind, understanding. He didn't have the malicious tone one would expect from a kidnapper who'd tied her up, but, then again, didn't psychopaths come across as nice people? She felt her teeth chattering. Why the hell had this nut kidnapped her?

But Natalia knew damn well why he'd kidnapped her, although she'd always pooh-poohed the risk to her worried parents and refused a bodyguard. Her father and mother were both public figures, movie stars, known to be over-the-top wealthy. They had the means to pay her ransom. She'd refused to lead a tame life, living on the edge, a rebel, an exotic dancer, an actress in B rated films, and just recently landed her first role in a hit movie that had gotten rave reviews. Even though she'd never been a wild Hollywood partier, she'd given that impression to her fans...now she would pay the price for that false image. Perhaps some demented fan felt she'd be thrilled to have sex with him. Terror assailed her anew.

"If you promise to be good, I'll let you out of your restraints," the male voice said, in that same calm, engaging tone. "Can you open your eyes or was it too strong?"

He'd admitted he'd drugged her. At least she assumed he'd meant that. She took in an angry, ragged breath and grunted as she forced her eyes to open. She had to see her captor's face so she could identify him to the cops, if she got out of this alive. Straining against her bonds, she managed to focus on the rectangular mirror on the wall across from her and winced as she saw herself. Her thick, auburn hair fell behind her slender shoulders, wild and uncombed. Large brooding eyes, the ones men liked, had red streaks in them, giving her a fevered appearance. Under smooth, tawny skin, she was pale. But the most appalling sight were the shackles holding her wide open for some pervert's pleasure. Yet he hadn't stripped her. Why hadn't he stripped her? Thank God for small favors!

Where the hell was she? She trembled, scanning the room, looking everywhere except at the pervert who cast a dark shadow over her form. Without seeing him, she knew he'd look like a pervert, missing teeth, balding, big belly and squinty, leering eyes. She was surprised to find that the room was actually nice, paneled in cherry wood with a large window, open to anyone who'd walk or drive by. Unfortunately, nobody could do that to see or rescue her. They were somewhere tropical with a vast expanse of lush grasses and palm trees leading down to a deserted beach. She took in the tranquil but isolated setting and screamed.

This doesn't make sense. This can't be your normal kidnapping.

Natalia felt a chilling wave of fear when she heard his growl, a quick intake of breath. As she turned her head to finally set eyes on her sick opponent, she let out another scream, yanking with all her might against the restraints.

"Crap, can you cut out the screaming?" He spoke over her shrieking, sounding only mildly annoyed. "It won't help you."

She quieted to a whimper and stared at him through damp eyes. He didn't look perverted at all, quite the opposite. He was so hot he could have starred in movies. She shuddered inside as took in his darkly handsome face and powerful body, and felt barraged by his sheer sexual magnetism. In any other situation, she'd have found him devastating to her virtue, with his devil's good looks. Wavy raven hair spilled above his hot, honey-tinged eyes that glowed with intensity. She felt pulled into them, in spite of her situation. Shit, he towered over her, standing at least six foot three inches, making her own five foot six feel small. How could she take out a gargantuan like him? Her lips tingled as she looked at his wide, sensual mouth. How sick was it that she felt drawn to her abductor?

There had to be a way to overcome him. After all, he was only human, a large human, but human. All human beings had their vulnerabilities...

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said, in a calm voice, his alert stare focused on hers. Suddenly his eerie honey-colored eyes twinkled. "Not unless you want me to." He looked off towards the shut door, then back at her. "Breakfast is being cooked right now. You slept a long time and must be hungry."

Her mouth felt dry. "H-how long--?"

"Since last night, tigress. I made sure you'd have a good meal when you woke up." He paused. "You'll need to keep up your strength to go toe-to-toe with me."

Like she could eat. Renewed fear pulsed through her as she gathered strength. Who was doing the cooking? Hired help or were others in on the abduction? She'd always had lurid fantasies of being held captive by an intoxicating male who took charge of her in the bedroom. That crack about "not unless you want me to" honed right in her deepest secrets. Well, her dreams had come true, only not quite the way she'd envisioned them. In her fantasies, she'd had some say so in it...

He moved closer to her bed, and her body trembled with apprehension and...excitement?

Ok, Nat, this isn't the time to feel turned on. This man kidnapped you.

He reached into his back pocket and brought out a key. Must be the one to the shackles. He'd taken long enough to decide to let her out of them, she thought.

"I'm sorry I had to do this," he said, as he released the restraint on her right wrist. "You fought so hard, I had no choice." He laughed. "Even your sleep was disruptive. I was afraid you'd injure yourself."

She'd slept restlessly, what a shock! Or was it just an excuse to hold her in bondage? Natalia's traitorous body tingled-the drugged kidnapping had obviously robbed her of her sanity and screwed up her hormones.

"You have no memory of it, do you?"

Natalia balled her free hand, her shoulder aching when she moved her arm. Her best chance of escape was a sneak attack and she looked around the room. "I don't remember-anything."

He unshackled her other wrist and she moaned, bringing her tingling arm to her side. Spotting a vase filled with flowers on the nightstand, her heart sped up. It would do as a blunt weapon.

"Don't consider trying to knock me out. You'll fail." He spoke in that same low, calm, almost soothing voice. Frowning as if annoyed, he lifted the vase and set it on a desk on the other side of the room. As he strode back towards her, he said, still calm, but with an underlying hint of danger, "Don't mistake me for other men you've known, those who were weaker than you, my tigress. You've finally met your match. In time, you'll be glad you did."

She stared at him, shivering as his blunt stare threatened to seduce her. Gathering her wits, she said, "Unless you kill me, I'll get away." A bold statement, but she'd learned long ago that strength trumped weakness, and this situation demanded strength.

He narrowed his gaze. "You're all I knew you'd be. I have no desire to kill you, but you can't escape. You can try, but it's impossible."

As she shuddered, she lifted her quivering chin and said," Nothing is impossible." She knew she was pushing it, but, if he was going to hurt her, he'd do it whether or not she showed her normal spunk. She may as well show go out fighting.

"Escaping from me is impossible." He pinned her back with his gaze.

She once again wanted to scream, but scowled up at him instead, refusing to appear scared any more. "Let me guess. We're out in the middle of nowhere on a desert island and there's no place to run."

"Right. We're on a private island in t he Bahamas that doesn't even have an airstrip. Still on Earth for now."

"So you brought me here by boat."

"No."

His words rang in her head and she shivered again. He may be a gorgeous hunk, but he was stark raving nuts. Ignoring the "still on Earth for now" comment she managed to ask, "How did you get me here?"

He paused. "I transported you from the party to this cabin using time travel. I don't expect you to believe that. Humans tend to be narrow-minded."

Humans! What did he think he was? Natalia's mind whirled.

He walked to the foot of the bed and unlocked the chain binding one of her ankles. Instantly, she kicked at his groin, and was surprised to find her bare heel in his large hand. "I'll need to chain you again if you do that, and this time I won't let you out." He held up the key.

She needed to change tacks fast; she'd have no chance at all of escaping if he shackled her again. Being an actress, she could play many parts. It may work better on this particular man if she acted weak, and then tried out her martial arts skills. The vase had been moved too far away. "I won't do it again," she said, trying to sound meek. She itched for another chance at his groin. From what she could see, it was a large target. Why are you thinking about that now, Natty? Insanity isn't contagious. Was it?

His eyes flash a darker shade of brown. Clearly, he was nobody to mess with. "Anyone ever spank you?"

A blaze of heat rushed to her face and flashed to her sex. Spanking! One of her many kinky sexual fantasies! How the hell had he guessed? Had he stolen her diary? No, he couldn't have found it, he'd never been to her house...besides she'd hidden the key...

"I'm going to help you remember last night," he said, as he released her other ankle, seemingly certain that she wouldn't kick him again.

She didn't. Not yet. "Um, you look familiar," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and look him in the eyes. He radiated a dark sexuality that appealed to her. Most men bored her. This one intrigued her as much as he frightened her.

"Keep watching me, tigress." She did, wondering what he was up to now. He blinked hard and suddenly the entire previous evening came flooding back to her, in one flash. Damn! Her jaw dropped, rendering her speechless for a moment, then she heard herself stuttering, "I-I was at my friend's estate-- for my thirtieth birthday party in Beverly Hills, and I-well, I don't usually drink-"

"I know, but you got tipsy last night. It's no big deal."

She brushed his "I know" aside as her heart and mind both raced. "I saw you, thought you must be somebody in the movie business I'd never met-" Her face flamed as he stared at her without expression. "I thought you were-not bad looking." That was the understatement of the year. He'd been dressed in a white suit, boldly accentuating his dark good looks, and she'd never seen anyone as hot as him in her entire life. She had gone up to him and flirted, hoping to get a bedroom invitation. Most men didn't inspire her that way, but her nipples had beaded just watching him as he'd sipped on his drink, his blunt gaze staring right back at her. "I guess I came onto you, but I didn't want you to abduct me!"

He smiled and it lit up his entire face, making him look naughty and sexy as all get-go. The spot between her thighs pulsed with need. Damn him! "When you came to me," he said, in that seductive, silky voice of his, "I knew you felt me, and that it was time to take you. I waited until you turned thirty earth years, and would be mature enough to accept me and, ultimately, understand. You came to me because you realize we should spend eternity together."

She shuddered at the psychotic comments and tried to keep him talking. Maybe he'd say something that would clue her in on how to get him to let her go. She remembered fighting him and seeing a tall African American man coming to his aide. That was her last memory.

"You screwed up my plans," he said, but with good nature. "I didn't want to use up all my magic, Dreauxoids, which is partly what I am, have limited reserves of magic and, after it's used up, we need to regenerate, something like an earth rechargeable battery. But you fought so hard that I had to put a strong spell on you to calm you down before I transported you here."

Right. A spell. A spell like a Valium shot. "Others must have seen me struggling."

"No, tigress. You went outside with me willingly, and nobody else was there, except my partner. All anybody saw was that we left at the same time and you told everyone good-bye."

That memory too suddenly hit her hard. She remembered all her well-wishers yelling their happy birthdays at her as she departed with Raven, some of the women staring at this man with lust or at her with blatant jealousy.

He leveled his gaze on her and her breathing sped up. He must have noticed her reaction to him and his eyes gleamed. "Anyone could see that you wanted me. You made it obvious."

Natalia tried not to look scared, but the worst of her fears blurted out. "Are you going to rape me?" She'd said it with sass.

He looked at her long and hard. "Only the lowest of creatures resort to that. I don't touch women against their will. I ask first." He slowly broke into a killer smile. "You'll be screaming for me, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll let you have me."

Her sex throbbed, wetting her thong. Shit, this was getting her nowhere. He always had the last word. She searched her mind for another angle. Maybe appealing to his sense of decency, if he had any, would work. "My parents will have heart attacks once they realize I'm missing."

"It's all taken care of. I left a note on their dining room table in your handwriting. It said that you were taking an extended vacation in the Bahamas with you new boyfriend, and that you may even marry, but you wanted to surprise them."

"You mailed it?"

"No, I brought it there myself. Invisibly and while they were asleep, of course."

If he hadn't looked so serious and dangerous, she would have laughed.

"Um, how do you know they read it?"

"I transported back to their home early this morning, while you were still out cold. I swear, visiting your parent's house has zapped me of so much magic." He shook his head. "I was concerned for them too. In my invisible form I listened to them as they talked excitedly about your letter, saying this was typical Natalia and that it's about time you married. They're elated."

Her head throbbed as she took on a sudden fear for her parents. Her father had high blood pressure. She tried to talk in a reasoning voice. That kind of banter did sound like something her parents would say, but he couldn't have been there. It wasn't possible. "The problem is, there's no such thing as transporting, except in sci-fi movies-" She let out a heavy breath. Forget it. He had an answer for everything. She would try to play along with him, hope he let down his guard, then she'd try to escape. "I'm sorry," she said, although she wasn't. "I don't remember your name-"

"Raven Steed," he said, and she quivered at the sound. It seemed strong and sexual, like the man himself.

"Well, Raven," she said, hoping her smile looked genuine, "Instead of letters to my folks, pretending it's from me, you'd get a lot more money if you'd just be straight with them-"

"I couldn't care less about money. This is about us."

"Us?"

"Us." His eyes glowed luminous and hot, seemed almost otherworldly...no. She refused to go there, to buy into his delusions.

"There is no us," she said, wondering why his words affected her in such a strange way. Yes, there was the bizarre sexual attraction, which she couldn't understand considering he'd taken her against her will, but there was more too. She couldn't define it, but somehow she knew he at least had some warm feelings towards her. It comforted her only a little.

"Excuse me. I'm going to see if that breakfast is ready."

"Oh, go ahead." She waved him along, hoping he'd leave the room so she could break the window with the vase. Yes, he'd hear her, but she had to make the attempt, even if she cut herself escaping.

Raven turned and strode to the door. She watched him, noticing, for the first time, that he wore a black muscle shirt, accentuating his powerful shoulders, and tight black jeans without shoes. His butt was enticing and his muscular thighs and calves strained the material of his pants. He walked with a confident, sexy swagger.

Raven twisted the doorknob and stuck his head out. "Is breakfast ready for us, Lily?" he called, good-naturedly, then leaned against the doorjamb.

Damn! He wasn't going to leave her unattended. And who was Lily?

"There's a woman here and she's allowing you to keep me?"

"She knows I have to do this." He turned his head, craning his neck far enough to watch her. His radiant smile once again caused her sex to pulse. Sick, sick, sick, she told herself. "Lily trusts me to do the right thing," he continued.

She could help laughing, bitterly. "You think this is the right thing?"

His brow furrowed in irritation. "I know it is." He flashed her a snarky grin. "I have a lot to offer you-in many ways." He winked. "You'll be begging for me."

She bristled, afraid it could come true. He seemed to cast a seductive spell over her, making her want him against her will. The drugs. Must be the drugs. "You're very arrogant."

"Can't help it. That's another Dreauxoid trait."

And he looked damn sexy when he showed his arrogance. Her pussy creamed. She was officially insane. As he turned back towards the next room and she watched. He crossed his arms and his muscles tightened in a way that made her sex throb. In a minute, her thong would be wetter. Shit. Her breasts stiffened, rubbing against the flimsy material of her blouse. She should have worn a bra. Of course he hadn't exactly given her a chance to change her clothes.

At that moment, a fiftyish woman, with glistening ebony skin, walked in with a tray that smelled of fresh eggs and bacon.

For the first time, Natalia sat up straight and felt a little soothed, but even more puzzled. The woman reminded her of her Aunt Florence, with kind, dark eyes and a fragile, petite stature. Why would a kind looking lady like this be a party to her abduction? The woman smiled at her and Natalia smiled back, hoping she'd have an ally when she tried to escape.

"Where do you want this, Raven, dear?" she asked the man, in a gentle voice.

Natalia watched her beaming at Raven. Clearly, this woman loved him, but she was far too old to love him romantically. Natalia recognized an almost parental affection radiating from her. Her heart fell to her feet; this woman would never betray her abductor. Still, she seemed safer than him.

"I'll take it, Grandma Lily," Raven said, and he relieved her of the tray. He walked back towards the bed and bent over to set it on the bedstand. Lily followed him, a content smile on all face, as if all were right in the world. When Raven straightened, Lily only came up to his chest. Was she really his grandmother or did he just call her that? She was African-American; he had a sun-bronzed complexion, but appeared Caucasian...maybe he was both black and white, like her...Natalia shook her head to clear it. Why bother to analyze him?

The older woman looked at her with wisdom in her eyes and placed a surprisingly firm hand on her arm. "Natalia, I know this is puzzling and frightening to you, dear, but everything will be all right. I promise."

She didn't want the woman to take her warm glow away from her. "Will you stay here, in the room, then?"

She smiled. "I'm in the next room. This is my cabin. If Raven gets out of line, I'll know and I'll box his ears." She laughed and patted her hand, then turned and started walking away.

"She would, too," Raven said, chuckling as he stared off at Lily with the utmost affection.

"Don't go!" Natalia called after her, desperate not to lose her presence. "Please!"

When Lily reached the door, she turned back around. "You need to spend time alone with Raven. It's your destiny," she said, kindly but firmly. "I know you don't believe this yet, but it's both of your destinies and I can't disturb the Fates." She left and quietly shut the door.

Natalia sank back to the pillow that she hadn't noticed he'd provided for her. Her strength leaving, she felt her eyes growing wet.

Raven picked up the tray and sat on the edge of the bed. He handed her a fork.

Her heart racing, she took the fork and reached back to stab him with it, but he caught her hand. "Don't make me take that from you," he said, quietly. "You'll eat with your hands if you try that again."

She dropped the fork, and hid her face as a tear slid down her cheek.

To her surprise, he laid a hand over her shoulder and her skin seemed to combust into flames. The jolt of heat coursed straight between her thighs causing her sex to ripple, which shocked her anew.

"You're sexually responding to me, in spite of being angry and confused," he said, in an almost gentle voice.

"How do you know-"

"I felt you shudder."

"Fear causes-"

"That wasn't fear." He let go of her and she felt a strange emptiness. The skin he'd touched burned, and she found herself wanting his hand back on her. Whatever drug he'd given her must have been damn strong. She watched as he dug a fork into his eggs. "I hope you eat, Nat. I know you have a healthy appetite, in spite of staying slender." His gaze lifted. "Well, slender, except for those breasts."

Natalia trembled, her breasts swelling and her nipples tightening as he admired them. Why did his obvious appreciation excite her? It made no sense.

"Beings from my world have a strong erotic affect on humans," he said, as he stabbed at a piece of bacon.

"All right." She shut her eyes again. "Raven, tell me about, um, your world. After all, seems we'll be spending a lot of time together. We may as well get better acquainted." She'd gotten her spunk back. He wouldn't release her and she didn't believe he'd kill her. At least she could listen to his hallucinations.

"Explaining these things to humans are tiring and often useless, but I'll try." He lifted his head and he fixed her with a witch-stare, his eyes warm brown and hypnotic.

A little thrill raced through her body. His eyes definitely did something to her. She gave him her undivided attention, trying hard to focus off the erotic sensations in her sensitive areas.

"I want you as my soulmate, somebody who will love me forever and that I can cherish tenfold. I've seen too many mismatched bondings, and since bonding are eternal for Dreauxoids there are many unhappy pairings who step out on one another. I just want one woman forever."

Well, she'd asked for it. In a polite voice she asked, "So there is no divorce?"

"Not legally. No."

"But people can leave each other and live with others-"

"No." He drank her in and she shuddered again. God, he made her hot. "It's against the law to move out on your lifemate, even if you don't get along. There are a lot of bastards, like me, due to affairs, but once you make that commitment to another on Dreaux, you're stuck."

"So leave-Drux."

"Drex," he corrected. "I plan to live on earth with you. And, yes, then I'll have the legal right to a divorce, but I take bonding seriously. I would never leave or cheat on my soulmate." He meant what he said. For some reason, she could feel it. Now what? How would she get out of this, since he had these delusions of staying together forever?

"Will you'll hold me here until I die?" She spoke with sarcasm.

His honey stare fixed on hers, sending heat to her groin. She wondered how wet her thongs were. Pretty damn wet. Again, she tried to focus on his words, and not his alluring sexuality.

"If a Dreauxoid, even a hybrid like me, bonds with a human," he said, "I'll become more human in spirit, and you'd take on my immortality."

"You're immortal?" She almost rolled her eyes. Raven had seen too many sci-fi flicks, obviously. His story must have been concocted from them.

"You don't believe me. I can feel it. But I'll keep trying. Humans!" He sounded exasperated, as if she being difficult. He continued, sounding harsh now. "Will I hold you your whole life if you choose not to bond with me?" His smile wasn't pleasant this time and she felt the room temperature lowering slightly. "I could hold you against your will. Dreauxoids do that all the time. But if you don't fall in love with me within sixty earth days, I'll release you and you'll never see me again. You have my word."

She couldn't understand why the idea of never seeing him again bothered her. Why would she want her abductor in her life? He was way too dangerous and had so much charm she could almost believe his nonsense. Instead of feeling aroused by him, she should be terrified, not picturing him riding her in the ass...

She blinked fast to clear the image. "Have you thought of going back to Dreaux to think things over? Maybe that's better, and you can always come back for me later-"

"No." He set the food tray aside and rested his palms on his knees. She had to admit he looked gorgeous, sitting there before her in that pose, his muscles tightened. "I'll never live there again. I hate it. Dreux is-- much smaller and darker than earth. The inhabitants are greedy, me-oriented-not big fans of love. They take what they can and live for the self. I knew I didn't fit in early on. Being a bastard, half earthling, I'm the worst sort of outcast."

"I know how that feels." That reaction came from her heart. She did know. She felt the same.

He glued his eyes on her and she felt him reading her. Her heart sped up. They had an eerie connection, one she didn't really want to explore. It made some things he'd said almost credible, which frightened her.

"You understand me, tigress." He took her hand between his hot palms and she flamed from her scalp to her toenails. When he spoke, she was racked with emotions, his and her own. "I'm caught between two worlds. My father is Dreaux. My mother was of the earth. I don't really fit in either place, but I much prefer the human world."

She nodded. With her hand cradled in between his palms, she would have nodded at anything. Her sex pulsed. Yet she did know what he meant; she got it.

He removed one of his hands and reached out to touch her hair, taking a few strands between his fingers and rubbing them gently with his thumb and forefinger. She quivered inside.

"You-have a strange affect on me," she mumbled, feeling uncomfortable by that strange affect, yet unable to stop it.

"I love your skin-feels like satin, completely unblemished-you're enough to make a man lose his mind." He lifted her arm in his hands and rubbed back and forth, slowly, soothingly. She had to bite back a whimper. He tenderly placed her arm back on the mattress and looked down at her, while she tried to figure out why she felt as aroused as if he'd plunged inside of her.

"You have two identities like me," he said, his gaze raking her over.

She bristled; glad he'd said something to cool her off. "I have one identity. Myself. My dad is Black and my mom is White. Big deal." She knew he was trying to give them another factor of compatibility.

"Easy, tigress, I don't mean it's bad. You're different, like me, and so exotic looking. I've never been this attracted to any other female." She saw his eyes turn predatory and her heart sped up. "I'd love to taste you in every way. Pity I'm too honorable to touch a woman without her permission."

"How big of you." She suddenly snapped, feeling more like her normal self, yanking her hand out of his grasp, although she immediately missed his touch. She fought the sensations. As much as he inappropriately turned her on, he had still kidnapped her, and now he was trying to make it sound noble by inventing an insane story. "There's nothing honorable about you! Honorable men don't take women against their will, then try to gaslight then." Trembling, she stared him down.

He looked amused rather than angry. "You'll be fun to tame."

She gasped, sputtering as he laughed at her reaction. "I don't want to be tamed!"

"Yes, you do." He was still laughing. "You want that and so much more."

How did he know? Her sex damapened. It didn't matter, he did. She fell silent, spent.

"I'm going to do everything in my power to make you fall in love with me, tigress. I'll enter The Void voluntarily if I can't."

He's spoken his last sentence with obvious self-mockery, peaking her curiosity. "I'll bite. What's The Void?"

His features tensed. "Oh, it's a big space of nothingness. Dreauxoids don't clinically die, but if we're banished or if we no longer can handle life, there's a place called The Void where a Dreauxoid, who needs light for sustenance, slowly loses all brain function. It's like living on terminal life support."

She felt a chill and saw how his eyes had faded from her.

"I mean, if there really is a Void, don't go there if I don't fall in love with you." She couldn't believe she was not only partly buying it, but concerned for him. If there was a Void, she should want to be the one shoving him into it.

He laughed, good nature restored. "I wouldn't do anything harmful to myself. I have work on Dreaux, people to bring to justice-" his forehead wrinkled, then smoothed again quickly, "-I'm far from suicidal. Besides, I'm confident you'll fall in love with me."

"You'll put a love spell on me?" she asked, sarcastically.

"I can't put spells on anyone's emotions. Wish I could." Her scalp flamed as he ran a hand down her hair. "I have to make you love me for myself, with no help of any sort, and I think that I will."

She believed him, and it scared the shit out of her. What if he succeeded and sucked her into his insanity?

He slapped his hands over his thighs. "Anyways, enjoy your freedom today, princess. Once we start bedroom activities, I'm in charge."

Her pussy quivered at the thought. She pictured him dressed all in leather, a breathtaking image. She tried to collect her wits.

His dangerous eyes seemed to surround her. "One day I hope we can fuck each other in every way," he said, his voice silky and seductive.

She felt her heart speed up as Raven cast his dangerous web around her, chilling and heating her at the same time. She wanted to feel nothing, like she did around every other man, but she couldn't ignore the eroticism of this one.

Shit.

Natalia, you're in big trouble. This nutcase has a huge affect on you, a large enough one to take your sanity along with his own. And in more ways than one.

"I'm going back to sleep," she muttered, shutting her eyes. Maybe if she did, she'd wake up in her own bed and this hot mirage would be gone.

"Yes, you still have my spell in your system. Sleep, tigress. I think that's a good idea. Lay down."

She did, curling into a ball, very aware of the presence of Raven Steed. As he came close to sleep, she felt him close and he whispered in her ear. "Dream about that rough bad boy you've always wanted in the bedroom, Natalia, Pretty soon he's going to become a reality. That bad boy will be me."

Natalia crammed her lids together tighter. She needed the sweet oblivion of nothingness.

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