Love's Predator (Love's Predator Trilogy Book 1)

by Paula Nicole

  “You enchant me Lindsey,” Kyle purred softly into her ear. “Don’t you understand you have me completely under your spell?”

  Lindsey looked up and into his cloudy eyes. She remained silent, finding that all words escaped from her mind and yet her lips trembled, as if trying to speak alone on her behalf.

  Kyle laughed softly. He stopped suddenly and held her tight, leaning down slowly. By the time Lindsey realised what was happening his lips were pressed against hers, stealing a soft, gentle kiss.

  Lindsey’s eyes widened; all of her senses went wild, every emotion she could ever feel flared up within her. She was shocked. She was shocked that she still longed for him to continue.

  Kyle’s kiss was loving and attentive. Again, Lindsey did not refuse him. She melted into the kiss, letting Kyle take control until he pulled away. This kiss was just as passionate as the first, and yet this one was full of love, not lust.

  “I love you, Lindsey,” Kyle said in a whisper.

  Lindsey took a deep breath and looked away, resisting the urge to close her eyes. She could still feel the warmth of his lips upon her. She couldn’t believe she had taken such a reaction to her abductor’s touch.

  “And soon you will love me too Lindsey,” Kyle swore to her quietly.

  Lindsey looked up, seeing the raw determination in his glistening eyes. It drew her breath from her lungs, rendering her speechless.

  “You will never leave me,” Kyle vowed. “You are mine.”

  Chapter Five

  Lindsey stared out of the living room window, watching sullenly as the snow began to fall. She clutched the blanket Kyle had given her, wrapping it around her shoulders and waist like a shawl. Then she saw Kyle outside, burying what was left of her clothes, which was only ashes.

  She looked away, sighing heavily as she left Kyle to dispose of the evidence. Lindsey had never felt so helpless in her entire life. She wondered if she would ever be free, if she would ever see her family again. Surly they were looking for her by now? After all it had been days since Kyle had taken her. They must be worried sick, Lindsey thought to herself sadly.

  Then Kyle’s words began to repeat in her head, just as clear and as threatening as before. He had told her he loved her and that he would never let her go. Kyle had claimed her as his.

  In silence, Lindsey hurried up the stairs and turned for the bedroom. She just wanted to lie down on the bed and go to sleep. She hoped to find freedom in her dreams, somewhere even Kyle could not pry.

  Lindsey paused by the door; something had caught her eye and her temptation to escape in her sleep faded away. She was intrigued.

  She turned around, staring down the hallway. There were three other doors, three rooms she was yet to explore. A smile curved her lips and she listened carefully, listening out for Kyle. Everything was still.

  Taking a deep breath, Lindsey headed down the hallway, opening up the first door to reveal nothing but another bathroom almost identical to her en-suite. With a disappointed sigh she wandered to the next room and opened it up, discovering another bedroom, but it didn’t look like a guest room; it looked lived in.

  Could Kyle be keeping another woman there?

  Lindsey stepped inside, looking around the room for more information. The walls of the room were a pale orange colour and the thick carpet was cream. There was a bed with unmade covers to match the walls, a dark wood dressing table and a wardrobe, where a green sleeve dangled out of the bottom.

  Cautiously, Lindsey walked over to the dressing table, glancing over her shoulder every now and then. The dresser was covered in a display of make-up, hairsprays and jewellery. This stuff was not new like the stuff in Lindsey’s room; some bottles lay open and the handle of the black brush was covered in a layer of pale powder.

  But there were also photos on the table, not of Lindsey this time, but another young woman with long, dark red hair and paper pale skin. Some of the pictures featured large groups of smiling people with the woman. It appeared they had gathered for some occasion; they were all dressed up in fine clothes. But what Lindsey realised was that they all contained Kyle.

  Lindsey’s eyes rested on Kyle’s grinning face, wondering if the red haired woman was his sister or a friend. She looked too happy to be another captive, and she appeared more than comfortable with Kyle; she even had her arms wrapped around in in one photo.

  But where was this woman now?

  Feeling sick, Lindsey turned away from the photos and looked to the wardrobe. Curiosity urged her onwards; Lindsey did not know that her own inquisitiveness was to be her downfall. She opened the doors of the wardrobe to reveal a full wardrobe of clothes. Lindsey decided that this red haired woman did indeed live with Kyle, or perhaps had lived with him recently.

  Her fingers skimmed along the garments, her attention caught by one in particular. It was a long white dress, but Lindsey didn’t realise how heavy it was until she pulled it from the wardrobe to examine. At closer inspection Lindsey realised that it wasn’t just any dress, it was a wedding dress.

  Lindsey glanced back at the photos, seeing no wedding photos or a ring upon the red haired woman’s finger. She also didn’t remember Kyle wearing one, nor did he wear one in the photos. Besides, the dress looked new; it still had the tags on it.

  Fascinated, Lindsey looked over the dress, scoffing at the large price tag on it. Whoever paid for it obviously had money to spare. But then Lindsey noticed a strange coincidence, the measurements were exact to her own measurements. She knew this because she had recently been a bridesmaid and had all her measurements taken for her dress.

  She swallowed hard, confused and stunned by her discovery. Lindsey went to put the wedding dress back; her clenching stomach told her it was not something she was meant to see. But by then it was too late.

  “Don’t you like it?” Kyle’s soft, amused voice asked.

  Lindsey spun, dropping the dress carelessly onto the floor. She gasped aloud, finding that her voice refused to make any sound. As Kyle came towards her, swiftly closing the distance between them, Lindsey felt light headed; Kyle was wearing a dangerous smile, one that a killer would wear when first greeting their victim.

  “Well?” Kyle mused.

  “W-what is this?” Lindsey stammered nervously. “You plan to marry me?”

  She moved backwards, but Kyle was faster, scooping up the dress on his way. He kept coming towards her, his face warped with demented determination.

  Lindsey felt her back push against the orange wall, she was trapped. She sunk to her knees, covering her face as she prepared for the wrath of Kyle’s hand, but no pain came. Her eyes flickered open, finding Kyle crouched down before her, wearing that strange, twisted smile.

  “Yes Lindsey,” he whispered. “I do.”

  Lindsey’s head lulled backwards, but before she could fall Kyle caught her and gathered her limp body into his arms. He cast the dress onto the bed and stood, lifting Lindsey up from the ground. She stared up at him, her eyes glazed over. She had not fainted, but felt as if she may.

  Kyle smiled down at her, carrying his intended to their bedroom.

  “Now you know what I have planned for you, you can stop trying to escape. Know this Lindsey, I do not wish to hurt you,” Kyle told her quietly. “I love you.”

  Taking a gulp, Lindsey attempted to speak. “Y-you don’t know me!” She forced out, surprising herself by how strangled her voice was. She had never sounded more afraid in her entire life.

  Kyle laughed lightly, placing her gently down onto the bed. “Oh, but I do know you, my dear,” he argued. Kyle sat down beside her, gripping Lindsey by her wrist when she tried to slip away. Without warning he pulled her close, tightening his hold on her until she cried out.

  “I have watched you for so long now, yearning for the day when I could take you,” Kyle hissed into her ear. “I remember how beautiful you were, when I first came into the café. I had been watching you for so long before, but being so close, enough to touch; it became too hard to st
ay in the shadows. I had no choice.”

  Kyle paused, surveying her eyes, only to see how much Lindsey feared and loathed him. After all he had done to have her there, to make her feel like a guest, she didn’t appreciate what he had done for her. This made him livid with anger and Lindsey could see his temper build as his face glowed red. She shied away, wishing she was anywhere but sat with him.

  “I had to share your light, Lindsey,” Kyle growled angrily. “I couldn’t stalk you any longer. I knew I had to have you. Have you, or crush you.”

  Lindsey squirmed, crying out in distress as Kyle placed as kiss upon her cheek. His kisses seemed to scorch her skin, making it tingle. It did not feel right.

  “You served me once,” Kyle said suddenly. “In the café.”

  Lindsey fell silent. She wondered if that was why his cloudy grey eyes seemed so familiar. She tried to remember serving him, but she saw so many different people every day she worked there.

  “I ordered a coffee and a peppermint slice,” Kyle reminded her, with a reminiscing smile. “And you smiled and told me it was a good choice. We even talked briefly about your university course.”

  Lindsey swallowed painfully; it felt as if she were swallowing glass. But now she could remember Kyle coming into the café. Back then he was some handsome older man in a suit and tie. She remembered blushing under his stare and hurrying back into the kitchen. By the time she came out again he was gone. He left her thoughts soon after; Lindsey saw so many faces every day.

  “I-I remember…” Lindsey admitted in a barely audible whisper.

  Kyle smiled, lightening his grip on her trembling wrist. “I love you, Lindsey,” he told her with a sigh. “But you must know now that you are mine, I will no longer play games with you. I have won.”

  Tears streamed down Lindsey’s pale face. Her hopes of escaping were becoming slimmer with every word Kyle said. He was far greater than her in every way imaginable; he was faster, stronger and craftier. How could she escape the prison he had built just for her?

  “Let me show you just how much I love you, Lindsey,” Kyle cooed into her ear. “Let me give you something wonderful, something I know no other man can give to you.”

  Lindsey looked up, seeing the desire rage in Kyle’s burning eyes. She tried to protest but he wrestled her, pinning her down within seconds. Soon her skirt was around her waist and her panties were tangled around her ankles.

  “No!” She screamed strangely. Her voice was smothered by her own shock.

  Kyle grasped both of Lindsey’s hands in one of his, holding them above her head without much effort. His other hand was free to roam, to explore each curve of her soft, creamy flesh. He ran his hand over her sculpted thighs, up and down, teasing, testing. Slowly he made his way to Lindsey’s most private possession, blowing gently upon her silken folds.

  She shuddered.

  Lindsey continued to squirm; shame and fear urged her to continue to fight, even if her effort was futile. She would not let her body fall prey to Kyle’s desires.

  But Kyle was strong. He managed to keep her pinned to the bed despite her protests and part her legs by pushing his leg in between hers. With his hand he forced them to part further. Now he had her right where he wanted her. It was exactly how he envisioned the first time he would touch her intimately; he knew she would fight him. But he was confident that his Lindsey would surrender to his seduction. He would show her passion, teach her what pleasure was. Soon she would happily yield to him; soon she would be his.

  But Lindsey fought on.

  “Look how beautiful you are, Lindsey,” Kyle whispered in a low voice. “Now, let me show you my Angel exactly what passion is.”

  Lindsey whimpered her objections, her voice as quiet as her racing pulse, beating fast below her warm flesh.

  Kyle swiftly moved downwards, keeping his conquest’s hands captive until the last moment where he let them go.

  Lindsey reached down swiftly, ready to pry Kyle’s head away, however Kyle was faster.

  His hot, wet tongue came down upon her. Suddenly, the ache below, that insistent throbbing, was soothed. Her body froze, her fingers entwined in Kyle’s lush, black locks of hair. A jolt of pleasure rushed through her, pleasure that she had never known in her twenty years. It shocked her to her core, making her forget her struggle completely.

  Warmth enveloped her. Kyle continued, softly. Lindsey’s protests grew weaker, until they were nothing but quiet whimpers on her pouted lips.

  Kyle was encouraged by her surrender. He circled her gently with his eager tongue, feeling exhilarated as a gasp parted Lindsey’s soft, trembling lips. There were no cries for him to cease, only throaty, uncontrolled cries of delight as her face reddened.

  His tongue moved faster, lapping at her womanhood. He savoured her taste, feeling how it tingled on his lips and tongue. It delighted him to know he was the first to touch her, to make her feel the carnal pleasures Kyle knew so very well. He could manipulate her body like a master puppeteer, and soon he would make her love him for the pleasures he could give her.

  He glanced up at her, watching arrogantly as she gripped onto the pillows and arched her back and hips, tilting herself forward to give him full access to her.

  She had surrendered.

  Kyle savoured her cries, worshipping her body with every movement he made. He had known Lindsey would yield to him; he could see the secret need in her eyes every time she gazed upon his exposed flesh at night and when he held her tight, Kyle could feel her body tense at his touch. He had known all along that she was curious, and he would have not dared to make his move otherwise.

  Lindsey’s cries became louder and more urgent. She gripped the mattress, arching her feet down as she felt a great pressure build within her. She felt her blood race in her veins, throbbing in her face, which burned.

  She was coming undone.

  Lindsey cried out again, she had forgotten where she was and who she was with. Even Chase was far from her thoughts; all she could think about was how good his tongue felt upon her. She begged him to continue, her body rocked to his fast rhythm. She was a slave to her unearthed desires. Lindsey had lost herself to the desire Kyle invoked within her. The lust had claimed her like a spirit, possessing her completely.

  Her eyes closed over and she let out a wild strangled scream. The world seemed to explode around her, taking her into the high Heavens. She let out a loud gasp as her body shuddered, becoming rigid under Kyle’s touch. Her head lulled to the side, her heart raced in her chest. Her mind had disappeared into a paradise Lindsey could only ever imagine.

  Everything around her melted away; here she was free.

  Smiling, Kyle lay beside her, cradling Lindsey in his strong arms as he pushed her skirt back down to cover her. Lindsey gazed at him, half in wonder and half in fear. She was slowly gaining resolve. Now the pleasure was tainted with regret and hate; he had violated her. The pleasure he had given her was sinful, for it was given to her by her own personal Devil.

  “That,” Kyle smiled arrogantly. “Is how much I love you.”

  Chapter Six

  Strong, warm arms held Lindsey tightly, wrapping around her waist, pulling her close to their master’s hard body.

  Lindsey was still, her breathing slow and deep.

  Closing her eyes she tried to put the images from her head. However they kept coming back, just as strong as ever. She felt her cheeks flush and she bit down on her tongue, wishing she could suppress the burning desire welling within her core. Kyle had awoken something deep inside of Lindsey she did not know existed, something not even Chase coaxed from her. This was completely foreign to Lindsey, something she was consumed by and yet terrified of. But at least now she knew that Kyle planned to keep her alive; he planned to play house with her forever.

  Kyle stirred behind her, breaking Lindsey’s thoughts. He smiled softly, slowly sitting up. “I haven’t had a nap in years,” he laughed lightly. “But when you fell asleep, I couldn’t resist.”

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p; Lindsey avoided his gaze, keeping her eyes shut. She listened as Kyle rose from the bed and stretched quickly.

  “Come on,” he said suddenly. “I’ll make us something quick for dinner.”

  Not having the energy to argue, Lindsey climbed out of the bed, noticing then she was fully dressed and covered up again. She looked up at Kyle, feeling odd as he cast a warm smile. He offered his hand to her, which she reluctantly accepted.

  Lindsey felt a strange sensation course through her when Kyle touched her. She knew then that her relationship with her abductor would never be the same again. He was the first person she had been intimate with, the first person to give her such pleasure. Now there was that connection between them. And all Lindsey could think of when she looked at those lips were of how he kissed her, how he manipulated her body and soul in the frenzy of passion.

  She was tied to him.

  Kyle led her downstairs, pausing at the bottom. “Go ahead into the living room,” he ordered gently. “I’m going to fetch you another, thicker cardigan.”

  Lindsey nodded and followed her command, but was shocked by what she found waiting in the living room.

  There was an intruder.

  “Kyle!” Lindsey cried out.

  She never thought she would ever cry out for her abductor’s name for help, but the intruder was swiftly moving towards Lindsey.

  “Y-you!” Lindsey cried, suddenly recognizing the woman from the pictures in the other bedroom.

  The woman combed a hand through her red hair and smiled haughtily. “So you are Lindsey?” She asked in a sultry purr. She looked Lindsey up and down, her bright green eyes glistening with curiosity. “It seems like all that money was worth the while after all. I was wondering what my investment would get me.”