One hundred thousand euros. One night. One hunter
Who's been watching me for thirteen months.
I came to Devil's Night desperately broke, drowning in my mother's medical bills, willing to play a twisted game for money I desperately need. Hide and seek with rich strangers at a gothic estate. What could go wrong?
Everything.
The "game" is real. The hunters are predators. And escape means death.
Maksim Zakharov has been obsessed with me since the moment he saw me on campus. Now, on this blood soaked Halloween night, he's finally getting what he wants: me, running through the darkness with nowhere to hide.
He strips away my defenses piece by piece my clothes, my resistance, my certainty that I don't want this. Every time he catches me, I have a choice: surrender something, or surrender everything.
I should hate him. I should be terrified.
But with every chase through the forest, every dark promise whispered against my skin, the line between fear and desire blurs until I can't tell them apart anymore.
By dawn, I'll either be his or broken beyond repair.
This is not a love story. This is an obsession.
Who's been watching me for thirteen months.
I came to Devil's Night desperately broke, drowning in my mother's medical bills, willing to play a twisted game for money I desperately need. Hide and seek with rich strangers at a gothic estate. What could go wrong?
Everything.
The "game" is real. The hunters are predators. And escape means death.
Maksim Zakharov has been obsessed with me since the moment he saw me on campus. Now, on this blood soaked Halloween night, he's finally getting what he wants: me, running through the darkness with nowhere to hide.
He strips away my defenses piece by piece my clothes, my resistance, my certainty that I don't want this. Every time he catches me, I have a choice: surrender something, or surrender everything.
I should hate him. I should be terrified.
But with every chase through the forest, every dark promise whispered against my skin, the line between fear and desire blurs until I can't tell them apart anymore.
By dawn, I'll either be his or broken beyond repair.
This is not a love story. This is an obsession.
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