CELINE

I turned around, almost trembling, watching him stop a few feet away. The heavy chains dragged across the floor, still attached to the shackles on his hands, yet they didn’t seem to slow him down at all.

Goddess, now that I could see him under the light, he looked even wilder, more dangerous—and absolutely irresistible. Almost naked, with that fierce erection pointing straight at me, barely covered by a few damp scraps of fabric clinging where the tip of his cock pressed against them.

His eyes held me in their relentless grip, filled with an unwavering control over my will, like a predator who knew this prey was his, no matter what.

“Because you bewitched me, that’s the answer. This is just some kind of cheap sexual dream. I don’t know who you are, but let me out of here! I don’t like having my mind played with!”

“Then come to me, come to the castle, and I’ll be waiting for you right here. You know the way—follow it, and I’ll prove to you this isn’t just a dream.”

“The castle?