Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
At the signal, the hunter will enter the woods. The Hunt has begun.
If the prey isn’t captured before midnight, she gets $10,000.
If she makes it until dawn, she gets $100,000.
But if the hunter catches her, she’s his for the night.
There’s one final, secret rule only the hunter what the hunter catches, he keeps. His prey will become his elita, his chosen. She will be his. Forever.
Let the hunt begin…
His Perfect Prey is a dark romance with intense and sensual scenes.
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1
Jaeger
Billionaire Island is an oasis outside of the city. The richest of the rich own vacation homes here. And it’s home to the Lodge, a private club set on several hundred acres of wooded land. The elite come here to party, gamble at the private tables, and partake in the bacchanal delights offered in the BDSM dungeon on the lower floors.
I stand at the bar with a drink in my hand, studying its amber depths. At six feet three and over two hundred pounds of pure muscle, I don’t fit in with the glitzy and glamorous set. Unlike the trust fund bros and businessmen with soft hands, I wasn’t born into privilege. I was born on the street. I’ve spent my life surviving on the knife’s edge of danger. This soft life doesn’t suit me. I came to the Lodge to clear my head, but not even the burn of expensive whiskey was enough to sate the monster prowling inside me.
The beast wants to feed.
I need to get some pussy. It’s been far too long, and the Lodge is full of beautiful women. The waitresses are in short skirts, and the club submissives are in barely-there-bodysuits. Not to mention the socialites and heiresses here in designer dresses, seeking a walk and ride on the wild side. I can feel them looking at me. I could crook my finger and snare any of them. But that doesn’t interest me at all.
I prefer a brutal chase. I need the thrill of the hunt to sate the beast.
I’m looking around for the pretty redhead I saw a few days ago at Inferno, the bar our brotherhood runs in the city. Sometimes, the girls who work at Inferno also pick up shifts here at the Lodge.
I haven’t been able to get her out of my mind—curly red hair, tight curves, and a few freckles showing through her heavy makeup. She’s just my type. My dream girl brought to life. When I first spotted her, I thought I was asleep. She was so stunning, it was like the gods created her from my fantasies.
But she’s not here.
I down my whiskey and rap my finger against the bar for another.
“Happy birthday, Jaeger.” Sebastian St. James emerges from the shadows. He invited me here, so I should’ve been expecting him. Only years of training allow me to hide the fact that he’s snuck up on me.
“St. James.” I turn to face him. St. James is in his usual gray suit. From silk tie to silver cufflinks, every tailored inch of him looks the part of a successful, well-bred businessman. Only those of us who know him well know he’s dangerous. “How did you know it was my birthday?”
St. James doesn’t answer. He sips his drink, calm under my intense scrutiny. He’s my blood brother, but I still tread carefully around him.
When you live on the outskirts of society the way I have, you catalog threats. All my life, I’ve been surrounded by dangerous men. I’ve just made myself a bigger threat than the rest. But my instincts recognize that St. James is on another level. He’s as subtle as a snake in the grass and just as deadly, and all the men he’s destroyed never saw it coming.
“Right. You know everything.” This isn’t the day my twin brother and I were actually born. It’s a day we chose for ourselves. This is the day we were freed from hell and reborn.
But St. James probably knows that, too.
“I have a gift for you,” he says.
I snort. “Do you think I just turned seven? Birthday gifts are for kids.” Not that I know from experience. My upbringing didn’t afford any childish celebrations.
“I think you’ll like this gift.” He snaps his fingers, and a cute blonde dressed as a cigar girl sashays over. St. James selects two cigars from her tray and heads out of the Lodge and onto the massive wooden deck overlooking the thick forest. I follow him. He’s head of Fraternitas, second in command only to the man called the Devil. I follow him because I’ve sworn to do so.
But I’m also intrigued.
St. James takes our cigars across the deck to the far railing. I lean on it and look out at the acres of wilderness. You’d never know a city of nine million was a few miles away. The only sounds are the rustling leaves, the hum of insects, and the hoots and howls of night creatures. It’s peaceful and wild.