1 Prologue

My heart hammered in my chest, a bead of sweat dripping from the side of my face as I tried to steady my breathing. The rope around my wrists rubbed against my skin leaving a dull ache as I tightened my thighs feeling the cold from the metal chair run up my bare legs, the white shirt he had given me providing no warmth and wide open to reveal my underwear.

I could feel his smirk from here, the intensity of his glare setting fire to every inch of me as I squirmed in my chair.

His footsteps sounded like a distant echo as he glided towards me, a shadow of cool breeze cast over me as his breath trickled down my trembling lips. Something deep in my stomach stirred, electricity shooting across my neck as his hand gently wrapped around my throat. His lips hovered towards my ear, "I can feel how badly you want it . . . how badly you're aching for someone to touch you in ways you've only dreamt."

His voice a husky whisper, sent chills across my back as he slowly glided his fingers down my neck towards my collarbone, his fingertips slipping under the white fabric as he placed his palm over my breast. I knew he was smiling at the rapid beat of my heart, his free hand trailing pushing my legs wide apart as he trailed his fingers up my inner thigh barely touching my skin.

Biting down on my lip, I held my moans inside and threw my head back feeling an urgency sweep through me. It was if his touch brought a whole new world crashing down on me, a world where I craved him, craved the way he made my skin tingle and my breath catch in my throat.

"You planning on keeping her all to yourself?" Regan's voice bounced from all four walls as Ian came to a halt.

"Not at all brother, please . . ." he said, his shadow suddenly retreating as Regan walked towards me pausing in front of me as he tore my blindfold off letting it fall to the ground. I cast my eyes against the dark green of his eyes, his black hair cut short on the sides and gelled in place at the top. He leant towards me, his lips grazing mine as his fingers trailed the outline of my jaw.

He tipped my head up and to the side, his lips crashing against my neck as his teeth tugged at my skin and his tongue left a wet warm trail back up to my ear, "Tell me, Nancy, do you want to know your future?"

My hips bucked, my hands trying to fight free from the ropes as my body suddenly erupted with a savage desire to jump his bones, to feel him against me. It was if I was suddenly possessed, my throat tight as if the oxygen in the room wasn't enough. Sensing my need, he chuckled and pulled back taking a few steps away from me. Just as quickly as the savage need appeared, it disappeared leaving only a familiar vibration down bellow.

Gasping for air, I looked back at Ian leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were a darker shade of brown then they usually were as he stared right at me as if reading my thoughts while Regan's eyes glued to my heaving chest.

"Her future isn't written yet."