Love's Predator (Love's Predator Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Paula Nicole
ever kissed her before, not even Chase had kissed her like that. Lindsey frowned, wondering if she would ever see Chase again, let alone kiss him. Did Kyle know about Chase? Lindsey hoped not; she wanted him to be safe.
This mad man was making it slowly clear what he wanted from Lindsey. She was not as naive as she appeared to be. Lindsey knew he desired her, but this desire had become his obsession and now Lindsey was in her stalker’s grasp. This man was mad and dangerous, yet all Lindsey could think about was that kiss.
Still shaking, she glanced around the room, seeking out the wardrobe. On wobbly legs, she walked to the wardrobe across the plush carpet floor and she picked out a long blue dress with new underwear and shoes to go with it. To Lindsey’s horror, everything was her size, Kyle knew those personal details; her shoe size and even her bra size.
Lindsey frowned as she felt the clothes on her body, pressing against her flesh in a perfect fit. She turned, studying herself in the floor length mirror with golden edging. She did not feel comfortable in the clothes Kyle had provided; they weren’t her clothes. But she had to obey Kyle. He would punish her if she did not do as he said. Lindsey decided to comply.
Still leaking with silent tears, Lindsey drew a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt like she was trapped in a spider’s web, and he was slowly preparing her to be devoured. But this dark spider wanted to play with Lindsey first, he wanted to toy with her like a cat with a mouse. Then what would he do with his prey? What if he wanted more than a kiss?
Lindsey left the endless list of questions behind in the bedroom; she needed to clear her mind to face the man again. She continued down the hall, almost tip toeing as she made her way down the stairs. She glanced at the door, knowing it would be locked now, and yet it tempted her to try. But Kyle was already there standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching her with narrow, hungry eyes. For now escape was impossible.
Lindsey hugged her arms across her chest, feeling suddenly uneasy as he confidently approached her with long, powerful steps, meeting her halfway on the stairs. He stopped there, grasping Lindsey’s arms gently.
She shuddered at his touch.
“Fetch me your old clothes,” he ordered. “Bring them to me in the living room.”
Lindsey gave a light nod and headed upstairs, gathering her clothes and shoes together. Obediently, she carried them downstairs with her but pa used at the bottom. A beautiful melody began to float around her ears, coaxing her forward until she found herself at the entrance of the living room. She peered inside, finding Kyle sat at a grand piano. It reminded her of the one that sat in her home.
He had his back to her, and so did not notice Lindsey as she slowly approached him. She was pulled along by the music, almost enchanted by its splendour and yet she moved slowly, afraid of the musician who played the familiar tune.
Kyle glanced up from the music sheets and smiled as Lindsey came to stand beside him. He continued to play for her, putting even more passion into each note he played. Kyle laughed musically, entertained by her astonished reaction as he ended with a crescendo.
Kyle turned to Lindsey on the stool and reached out, taking the clothes from her. But Lindsey’s attention was elsewhere. Kyle followed her gaze, finding she was staring at the framed pictures of her perched on the top of the piano.
“Lindsey?” He asked.
Lindsey’s eyes flashed, breaking away from her shock induced trance.
“ You play beautifully,” Lindsey said in a soft, low voice. She avoided eye contact the entire time, every now and then her eyes would flicker back to the pictures, but she did not dare mention them. “Tchaikovsky, The Seasons,” she added quietly.
The compliment only made Kyle’s confidence grow. He stood swiftly, wrapping an arm around his special gues t, and led
This mad man was making it slowly clear what he wanted from Lindsey. She was not as naive as she appeared to be. Lindsey knew he desired her, but this desire had become his obsession and now Lindsey was in her stalker’s grasp. This man was mad and dangerous, yet all Lindsey could think about was that kiss.
Still shaking, she glanced around the room, seeking out the wardrobe. On wobbly legs, she walked to the wardrobe across the plush carpet floor and she picked out a long blue dress with new underwear and shoes to go with it. To Lindsey’s horror, everything was her size, Kyle knew those personal details; her shoe size and even her bra size.
Lindsey frowned as she felt the clothes on her body, pressing against her flesh in a perfect fit. She turned, studying herself in the floor length mirror with golden edging. She did not feel comfortable in the clothes Kyle had provided; they weren’t her clothes. But she had to obey Kyle. He would punish her if she did not do as he said. Lindsey decided to comply.
Still leaking with silent tears, Lindsey drew a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt like she was trapped in a spider’s web, and he was slowly preparing her to be devoured. But this dark spider wanted to play with Lindsey first, he wanted to toy with her like a cat with a mouse. Then what would he do with his prey? What if he wanted more than a kiss?
Lindsey left the endless list of questions behind in the bedroom; she needed to clear her mind to face the man again. She continued down the hall, almost tip toeing as she made her way down the stairs. She glanced at the door, knowing it would be locked now, and yet it tempted her to try. But Kyle was already there standing at the bottom of the stairs, watching her with narrow, hungry eyes. For now escape was impossible.
Lindsey hugged her arms across her chest, feeling suddenly uneasy as he confidently approached her with long, powerful steps, meeting her halfway on the stairs. He stopped there, grasping Lindsey’s arms gently.
She shuddered at his touch.
“Fetch me your old clothes,” he ordered. “Bring them to me in the living room.”
Lindsey gave a light nod and headed upstairs, gathering her clothes and shoes together. Obediently, she carried them downstairs with her but pa used at the bottom. A beautiful melody began to float around her ears, coaxing her forward until she found herself at the entrance of the living room. She peered inside, finding Kyle sat at a grand piano. It reminded her of the one that sat in her home.
He had his back to her, and so did not notice Lindsey as she slowly approached him. She was pulled along by the music, almost enchanted by its splendour and yet she moved slowly, afraid of the musician who played the familiar tune.
Kyle glanced up from the music sheets and smiled as Lindsey came to stand beside him. He continued to play for her, putting even more passion into each note he played. Kyle laughed musically, entertained by her astonished reaction as he ended with a crescendo.
Kyle turned to Lindsey on the stool and reached out, taking the clothes from her. But Lindsey’s attention was elsewhere. Kyle followed her gaze, finding she was staring at the framed pictures of her perched on the top of the piano.
“Lindsey?” He asked.
Lindsey’s eyes flashed, breaking away from her shock induced trance.
“ You play beautifully,” Lindsey said in a soft, low voice. She avoided eye contact the entire time, every now and then her eyes would flicker back to the pictures, but she did not dare mention them. “Tchaikovsky, The Seasons,” she added quietly.
The compliment only made Kyle’s confidence grow. He stood swiftly, wrapping an arm around his special gues t, and led
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