A simple, beautiful girl on a night out with her two best friends shockingly finds herself on stage, entranced by a darkly handsome hypnotist.
Even more unexpected was finding herself craving it.
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"Every time you see the spotlight flicker, your eyelids will feel heavier," she heard the subtle snap of his fingers, "and heavier," he crooned with a snap, "and even heavier now."
Snap.
Her eyes were almost closed, what she could still see becoming foggy.
"And as your eyes finally shut, you feel yourself relax, as if you're floating on air..."
On cue her eyes fluttered shut, feeling heavily euphoric.
"Fancy, when I count to three, your head will rest forward, and you'll sleep peacefully."
She nodded enthusiastically in her mind, welcoming sleep like an old friend.
"One, two," she took the briefest of moments to admire the esoteric rumble of his voice, "Three."
Snap.
"I'll be gentle," he said quietly as he bent his head to my wrist. His lips pressed softly on my wrist and I jerked my hand away in response. He froze and wait until I was ready. After a minute of us sitting in silence, I was ready. He took my hand once again and pressed his lips to my wrist once more this time I could hear him inhaling my sent. He made a deep sound in his throat like he was satisfied by the way my blood smelled.
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Trinity is tired of the life of an immortal. She has stood by her friends through loss, hate and love. She would do anything and everything for her friends but is making a deal with a royal going to far. The man wanted to own her and call her his since the first time they meet. However, she has guarded her heart from everyone except her friends. Can this man break down her defenses by helping her friends or was his game something else entirely?