Free Love's Predator (Love's Predator Trilogy Book 1) by Paula Nicole Page A

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    “Lindsey, oh Lindsey,” Kyle moaned in a low husky voice.
    Lindsey moved her hands slowly up and down Kyle’s back, digging her nails in slightly as she lost herself to the pleasure of their sin. She couldn’t even remember why she had fought again st Kyle’s embrace to begin with; she couldn’t recall her own name.
    Suddenly Lindsey’s cries became higher and more urgent as Kyle grew faster and far less gentle. Lindsey knew then she was coming undone and she begged Kyle to continue . She was desperate for her release.
    “Come for me,” Kyle hissed into Lindsey’s ear. “Come, my love.”
     
     
     
     
     
    The world seemed to collapse around Lindsey and she squeezed her eyes shut. A wave of sheer ecstasy struck her hard, making her body shudder and clench as she arched her hips up, almost coming off of the bed.
    Her loud cries echoed around her, but Lindsey could not feel them leave her body. Her cries were soon joined by Kyle’s own throaty groans, as he too felt his world shatter around him.
                  And then there was silence.
                  Kyle carefully slid himself next to Lindsey and pulled her close. He held her tight and sighed happily as they lay together, revelling in the act they had just committed together.
                  Lindsey’s eyes flickered open. Her head was light and her body was limp, but she was slowly gaining resolve.
    She gazed ahead, still feeling the aftershock of what had happened. She was silent as Kyle held her to him and she wished over and over to reverse time. Guilt and disgust strained her stomach, making her feel sick as she recalled the images in her mind. Lindsey had given in. She had let herself succumb to Kyle’s charm and now he had one of the most precious things Lindsey had possessed and claimed her for his own.
    She closed her eyes as Kyle ran his fingers through Lindsey’s long locks. His breath was hot on her cheek and before Lindsey could refuse, Kyle kissed her softly.
    “My mother,” he murmured. “She never let me play with her hair, Lindsey.”
    Opening her eyes, Lindsey turned to face Kyle to discover how he gazed at her. His eyes were big and full of admiration as he watched her, searching, hoping to find the same reaction within her. Lindsey gazed back in a mixture of fear and interest; she wanted to know more about Kyle. How could someone become so twisted enough they would kidnap for love?
    “Kyle,” Lindsey breathed gently. “Tell me about your childhood.”
    Kyle smirked, rolling his eyes.
    “Are you a psychologist now, Lindsey dear?” He asked her sarcastically. His eyes examined her, full of a playful sprit Lindsey had only seen a glimmer of before. Kyle was calm; he had got what he wanted.
    “You probably think I need one,” he joked lightly.
    Lindsey smiled faintly, fighting the urge to nod in agreement.
    “Please,” she said quietly. “You already know a lot about me, I think it would be fair if I knew more about you.”
    “Fair, Lindsey?” Kyle mused with a raised eyebrow. “Who said life was fair? Haven’t you learned that by now?”
    Lindsey pursed her lips and avoided his gaze whilst she gained composure. She wanted to ask Kyle about his mother, she wanted to ask him so many other questions too, but at least this would be a start.
    “My mother wasn’t the most saintly of people, Lindsey,” Kyle began in a low voice. His eyes seemed to slowly glaze over as he recalled his mother from his suppressed memories. “Nor was she really sane.”
    Lindsey frowned and opened her mouth to speak.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    “I don’t want your pity, Lindsey,” Kyle insisted in a light growl. “Listen. And then we will sleep. No more talk of what was.” He paused, watching as Lindsey nodded in submission to his request. “We never had much money after my father died, but we always seemed to get by. Money was not the problem; it was that my