Dangerous Seduction: The Man They All Feared Is Mine

A man was strangling Millie. She couldn't breathe. She could barely see the man's shape in the darkness.

Fear took over. Her instincts kicked in. She lifted her hand and hit what seemed like his weakest spot—the back of his neck.

"You bastard, get off me!" she yelled.

The man groaned. His hands let go. He dropped to the floor.

Millie froze. She hadn't even used her full strength. How did he go down so fast?

Her heart raced. She had spent her childhood in the country with her grandmother. She had learned to help people, not hurt them. Had she just killed somebody?

"Are you all right? Hey, can you hear me?" She bent down to check if he was breathing. She didn't notice her sweet scent filling the air around them.

The man's control snapped. He grabbed her, pulled her close and pushed her down beneath him.

His body burned like fire. The heat washed over her. She felt like she might melt.

She felt something hard and threatening press against her leg. Then it hit her—this man had taken some kind of drug. That was why he couldn't control himself.

Did male prostitutes really need pills these days just to do their jobs?

She swallowed hard and tried to push him away. "Hold on! I didn't come here to hook up with you! I came here to—"

His mouth crashed down on hers before she could finish. The kiss silenced her completely.

Millie fought back as hard as she could. Her fingernails dug into his back. Red marks appeared on his skin.

But the man acted like a wild animal. He wouldn't stop!

She suffered through the entire night.

Morning came. Light crept into the sky.

Millie opened her eyes. Every part of her hurt. She felt like she had been hit by a truck.

She looked at the man next to her and wanted to die from embarrassment.

She had only planned to fake it and spread the rumor. Who knew it would become real? Who could have guessed things would go this far?

The man hadn't woken up yet. He lay with his back toward her.

Millie could only see his strong body—wide shoulders, slim waist, and that scary black wolf inked on his back.

Millie's throat went dry. Her face turned hot. She hadn't expected this high-class escort to have such a sculpted build.

What a pity...

The guy was all show! He probably only lasted that long because of the drugs!

She didn't wake him. Instead, she pulled out her phone. She took some photos that made it look like she was holding him from behind.

Her mission was done. She tried to stand up. Her body felt crushed like a truck had run her over. Every movement hurt. She couldn't hold back her anger and muttered quietly, "Damn jerk! Couldn't he go easy on a girl?"

If she didn't need to leave so badly, she would wake him up right now. She would give him an earful.

Millie was too mad to just walk away. She grabbed some cash from her purse and wrote a bold note. "Here's money for last night. Also, you're terrible in bed!"

Millie thought for a second. Then she added a prescription out of kindness.

"Stop taking those sex pills. They'll just make you worse. Here's a prescription to get your strength back! My prescriptions are worth a fortune, so you lucked out today!"

The man woke up slowly after Millie had gone. He hadn't slept that well in ages.

He felt the cold, empty space next to him. The warmth had faded long ago. When he saw the bright red spot on the sheets, his chest tightened for a moment.

That woman... had been a virgin?

Then he spotted the note. He saw the money holding it down. His face went dark.

This woman had a death wish. She had the nerve to say he was bad in bed? And she called that her prescriptions were worth a fortune? Did she think she was some kind of miracle doctor?

"Jorge, get in here."

Jorge Holden, Aiden's assistant, showed up after getting the call, only to find that Aiden was coming out of the bathroom.

Aiden's white bathrobe hung open. His muscles showed through. His abs were visible. He gave off powerful energy. He dried his hair with a towel. His voice came out rough and low. "What did you learn?"

"Last night was all Richard Campbell's doing. He tried to plant a woman in your bed to close a business deal. But the woman he sent never made it to this floor. Our guys stopped her," Jorge replied.

Aiden stopped drying his hair. "So who was the woman last night?"

"Richard wiped the security footage. We can't identify her yet. But chances are she was just... in the wrong place at the wrong time," Jorge explained.

Aiden closed his eyes and thought about that blood on the sheets. So he had hurt someone innocent last night.

But then he remembered her note. A small smile crossed his face.

It turned out that woman had claws. Like a little wild cat. It was actually kind of fun.

Either way, she had gotten his attention!

"Track her down. Whatever it takes! Tell her that I, Aiden Elliott, will make her my wife. I'll make her the most respected woman in all of Ostruron!" Aiden ordered.

Jorge looked worried. "But what about your grandmother? She picked someone out for you already. To fix your... problem with women and keep the family going. The wedding's in three days."

Aiden's eyes turned cold and sharp. "Why am I just hearing about this now?"