Accidental Seduction: The Priceless Pregnant Prey

Christal Clay fought to keep her heavy eyelids open.

The dim wall sconces in the top-floor hallway of the Zephyr Royal Hotel seemed to melt, the light stretching into distorted, glowing lines. A sudden, unnatural heat flared in her veins. Her knees buckled. She hit the thick, expensive carpet hard, the impact jarring her bones.

She dragged herself up, leaning her weight against the silk-lined wallpaper. Her trembling fingers brushed against a cold metal door plaque. Her vision swam, but the brass numbers were unmistakable. Room 809. This was the exact suite Kellie had texted her. This was it.

She gritted her teeth and pressed the keycard against the sensor.

A soft click echoed in the silence.

Before she could push the handle, the door was violently yanked open from the inside. A massive force grabbed her arm, dragging her into a pitch-black space.

Christal gasped.

A calloused, burning hand clamped over her mouth, cutting off her scream. The heavy scent of cedar wood, mixed with the faint, metallic tang of blood, invaded her lungs. It was a purely masculine scent, raw and terrifying.

She kicked out wildly. Her heel connected with solid muscle.

The man didn't even flinch. He shifted his weight, driving his knee forward to pin both of her ankles against the heavy oak door. The sheer difference in physical strength paralyzed her.

His ragged breathing brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck. The heat radiating from his body seeped through her thin silk dress. He was burning up. This was not normal.

Desperate, Christal dug her fingernails into the thick muscle of his forearm. Her nails caught on a raised, jagged scar.

The man let out a low, guttural grunt of pain.

But the pain didn't make him pull back. It triggered something primal. He dipped his head in the dark, his mouth crashing down on her trembling lips with devastating accuracy.

Tears spilled over her eyelashes.

Her sister Kellie's voice echoed in her mind. Just go to the room, Christal. Vice President Kurtis Kramer is waiting for your audition. The image of Kramer's greasy, sweating face flashed in her head. Her stomach violently contracted with nausea.

She opened her jaw, trying to bite his lip to make him stop.

The man was faster. His large fingers pinched her jaw, forcing her mouth open. He deepened the kiss, turning it into a ruthless, predatory invasion.

The drug in her bloodstream ignited like gasoline. Her muscles turned to water. The frantic struggling slowed, her rational mind crumbling under the crushing weight of the darkness and his burning touch.

He scooped her up into his arms.

The sudden weightlessness made her gasp. Pure survival instinct forced her to wrap her arms around his broad shoulders. He stumbled through the dark suite, his heavy footsteps eating up the distance to the bedroom.

They crashed onto a massive, soft mattress.

Christal scrambled backward, her fingers clawing at the sheets, trying to reach the edge of the bed. A large