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Dom Exel is the editor of the Love Slave ebook series and the mastermind behind the website LoveSlave.org.
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From the story Moonbeam by Sienna Saint-Cyr
“What do you want with me?” My question was more accusatory than curious.
“Just your company.” He smiled. “You’re not like the others.”
“The other what?”
I took a deep breath and stopped walking. Ray jumped when I spun around to face him,
but then relaxed his shoulders. His pale face made my insides stir, making me equally as angry as I was turned on.
“And just what the hell is that supposed to mean?” I narrowed my eyes.
“You’re feisty,” he announced, somewhat nonchalant. “I like that. You’re pretty too.
Nice arms, tone thighs, petite face, and you don’t need to wear makeup, honestly. You’re perfect without it.”
“Heh…” I didn’t even know what to say to him. Flattery, no matter how much I hated it,
seemed to be proving more successful when it came to him. If that wasn’t irritating enough, he still hadn’t answered my question. I crossed my arms, refusing to move until he told me more.
Ray shimmied to the side of the trail, shaking his head. “Are you not afraid of me?”
“I am,” I admitted, “but I’m not stupid. You’re using some kind of weird emotion control
on me, and it’s making me less afraid. Even though it should be making me more afraid. I just want to know what you want from me. Why did you promise the mayor you’d tell him anything he wanted to know when your true intent is to flee?”
His grin grew to the width of his face. The emerald eyes I’d already come to hate, also
made my breath catch. Ray reached for my hand, and suddenly, I found myself incapable of moving.
“I’m not what you think I am, Mina.” He lifted my hand to his face, and kissed the back
Shivers ran down my spine, rushing straight between my legs again. I could hardly
breathe. My eyes began to shut at his touch, as if he had the ability to control my every move. Just as I was about to fall into him, collapsing under his embrace, he withdrew, and I was able to regain my composure.
I felt my lashes fluttering like a silly schoolgirl. I was thirty. No man should ever have
that kind of control over a woman. This one seemed to, though.I pulled the blonde wisps of hair from my face and stared at him.
“What are you, then?”