Seduced in the Dark (The Dark Duet, #2)

by C.J. Roberts

He had told her he wasn’t her Prince Charming, but what he hadn’t said was he wished he could be.

I give him a small smile of my own. “You think you’re different from men like Caleb. You see everything in black and white. You don’t care about the whole story; you don’t care about the gray. Some stories aren’t black and white, Agent Reed.”

The naïve girl in me had been bitch-slapped into womanhood. I’d been razed by pain, grief, loss and suffering, and honed by lust, rage, and an acute awareness of my need to survive.

Then Caleb was there, and his long, warm body was like a prayer I held onto as I tried to stay awake and did not succeed.

He couldn’t let go of his revenge, but he could let go of me.

monsters aren’t born – they’re made. And someone made Caleb.

He’s a monster,” she sobbed, “I know he is. I know, and…it doesn’t matter to me anymore.”

You’re not a princess and he isn’t the handsome prince come to save you. Or don’t you remember? I sighed at my inner voice. I was talking to myself more and more. Not only was I going crazy, but I was bitchy company.

It was ironic because at first, I hated the dark. I had spent so much time those first few weeks of my captivity craving the sun and the light on my face. Suddenly, it seemed the opposite. In the dark, my master let down his guard and he was Caleb again. He didn’t correct me. He didn’t punish me. He didn’t push me away emotionally. Caleb was there to hold me until the nightmares passed. He was there to tell me I was beautiful. He was there to tell me I was going to be okay. In the dark, he seduced me. I didn’t want the seduction to end.

My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.