Xavier
makes a lot of people nervous. The rest, he flat-out scares. More
than his hulking, tattooed body, it's his predator's gaze that makes
people feel vulnerable, as if he had the power to read their thoughts
and see their soul. For his lovers, it's Xavier's ravenous appetite
for all things carnal—for the taste of flesh under his tongue and
the feel of a trembling body under his control, for whispered pleas
and muffled cries—that makes him dangerous.
But
recently, driven by a festering rage against the men who attacked his
sister a decade ago, Xavier has developed a taste for a different
kind of hunt and conquest: stalking men who do truly bad things and
punishing the predators he sniffs out. The problem with vigilante
justice, though, is sometimes the man in your trap is innocent.
Carson
suspects he's playing a risky game with dangerous men. But the lies
are convincing, especially when they're slipped to him among hundred
dollar bills. He never guessed how big and dark the secret hidden
under all the lies and money could be. And he has no idea he's not
the predator, but the prey, until it's too late.
And
you can't beg for mercy when there's a gag in your mouth.
But
when Carson escapes from Xavier's trap, he's forced to accept that
Xavier is far from his most dangerous enemy. Xavier may even hold the
key to overcoming the painful past that has kept Carson prisoner for
almost two decades.
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