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The Wrong One is part of my erotic Horror & Lore One Shot Series.

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"What are you after tonight, Sweet Thing?" I asked her.

"What would you like me to be?" She crooned in a soft alluring voice. Dizzying my senses.

I caught her waist and drug her against me, so our bodies were molded together. "I'd give you anything you asked for."

"Anything?" She lifted a fine brown brow. "Are you so certain of that?"

"Absolutely."

"Rather bold of you."

"Bold of me?" I straightened. Looking down my nose at the tiny thing. "You're the gorgeous scrap of a thing who dares be alone unchaperoned in a dark Parlor with a man you barely know."

"Perhaps." She smiled softly before dragging her arms down my chest and stepping back to walk behind the settee. Dragging a finger along the seam on the top.

How is her every movement so seductive? I was duly entranced.

"Have you heard of women who victimize men."

"No. But I'd dearly like to..." I smiled. My lips quirking in what I'd been told was a rather roguish half-smile.

She could certainly victimize me.

"There are such things, you know. Lore about women that can steal the beating hearts of men."

"Well, you're certainly working on mine."