He was dominating over my structured rules, an unyielding presence.
Hunter. Stalker. Controller. He infused fantasies from the depths of depraved minds. Yet I willingly offered my soul. And I bared my thirst.
Wilder Blackwell was debonaire with his sultry luminescent green eyes and passionate demeanor. Exuding unparalleled power. He electrified every cell with his firm hand and methods of seduction, introducing me to the acts of pleasure and pain, insisting I expose my darkest core.
We were on a collision course, however
Let the games be won.
His decision was final. There was no escape.
