You can’t hide, Claudia. I will always find you.

Claudia ignored the dark whisper at the back of her mind and laughed as she sat with her friends at the nightclub. It was bouncing and vividly alive. The place had its own heartbeat, filling everyone with its pulse. But his words still echoed in her mind.

In her own way, Claudia had become alive lately. Her personality had been awoken by an experience she kept secret. Her girlfriends noticed a newfound zest for life and now wanted to be around her instead of shunning her as a solitary soul with nothing to offer.

But that had all changed the night she met him.

“I need another drink. Be right back.” Claudia walked toward the central bar and ordered an apple martini. She looked across the surface and saw an attractive man looking her way. Her façade of shyness peeled away and the flirtatious inner slut took over. With a wink she caught the man’s attention. She also noticed him gaining the bartender’s attention and motioning that he was buying her the drink.

The man picked up his glass and held it high as if to toast her. She responded and smiled.

Claudia was on fire.

She turned to take a sip of her drink and not seem too anxious. Her eyes scanned the club and froze on a reddened, glowing stare.

“Oh fuck.” She spun around, becoming stiff and suddenly terrified. Her mind raced as someone pried inside her subconscious.

He was there.

Sitting in the corner. His gaze cut through the smoky air, glaring straight through to her soul.

She felt the instant wetness between her legs. This man made her lose control with a simple look. Claudia had her share of worthless relationships. Men would come and go, usually coming before her.

She brought her hand to her face. With her eyes closed, she began to shake and a cocoon of warmth enveloped her. He was invading her mind again. Claudia was helpless as his voice began to talk to her.

She heard him as if he were standing right beside her. I told you that after you let me in, your soul belongs to me.

“Don’t… I said no.” Her eyes closed tighter but the voice continued to beckon her to his needs. Carnal needs. Sexual urges with boundless pleasure.

Her long straight hair waved slightly as she bent her head downward, facing the source of this dark craving. A tumbling wave caressed her spine. Quickly followed by a chill of coldness making her moan. She grabbed the bar and gasped, feeling a hot clamp on her pussy.

“Stop doing this.” She was still answering the voice in her head. “No, no, no. I can’t again. Not here, not now,” she answered him, not knowing she was speaking aloud.

Clutching the long, thick wooden edge of the bar, Claudia felt her cheeks flush as her body burned with arousal. She begged him, “I can’t do this. Stop, stop.” Her eyes glazed with passion and her breath quickened.

“You gave it to me. I just…” Crossing her legs, she leaned over, bending at the waist.

Losing her grip on reality, she turned toward the man at the table, long strands of her hair falling down the lines of her face. She saw him sitting alone. An aura of heat surrounded him.

His table was small, holding half a bottle of rum and a shot glass. Beautiful women walked by and sighed, captured by his masculine vibrations. But his eyes were fixed on Claudia. She knew why but didn’t care. Inside she was salivating at the thought of him, her pussy drooling and eager to feel him again.

He sat motionless. But that glare. The wicked, tantalizing, powerful stare cut to the bone and made her blood boil with a lustful heat. He understood and fulfilled her every need.