His Dark Claim (The Eternal Ruin #1)
Prologue
Enchanting.
And delicate. She wasn’t the prettiest woman he had seen, nor was her body curvaceous.
No, she was uniquely peculiar. A dangerous kind of seduction. And his addiction.
She was like a flushed glow with her fair skin.
Wavy and wild chestnut hair swayed from her slim shoulders to rest on her small waist and plump breasts he dreamt of every night.
Petite, that little thing was barely five-three, yet she was a fevered dream he couldn’t escape.
From where he sat gazing at his little doll, he had the perfect view.
His dirty secret was smiling and giggling over the compliments she had been receiving all night long from filthy rich men who eyed her. His blood boiled. Just a few more minutes. Her hands moved as she explained the painting of her own creation on the wall.
He knew she could feel his gaze on her, and that satisfied his soul.
He knew she was an anxious one, pretending to be calm.
He knew that no one noticed the slight shiver of her fingers and the occasional bead of sweat glistening on the back of her neck.
Slender and slim. He wanted to wrap his hand around it and know if his hold would choke her.
Last night was not enough, and his beast was running wild, growling to claim the vixen.
She was talented, really talented.
She sold three of her masterpieces for more than fifty thousand in her first bidding. Would she notice that all three of her paintings were bought by the same person?
He wondered if she’d appreciate the special present he had planned for her that night.
A motion of his hand, and the man standing just behind him handed over an empty check and a pen.
He signed the check and kept the amount unfilled. He watched as the assistant walked the check to the woman in the center of the crowd. That would be one of his gifts to his little vixen.
After tonight, he wouldn’t return here, nor would she.
After tonight, she would be dead to the world, relying and depending solely on him. Only him. He felt himself getting hard and reached for a sip of champagne.
Soon. In a couple of hours, she would be under him, in his darkness, in his mansion. Caged and protected, just like a secret.
His dirty little secret.