LONDON
Molly Hooper was making her way along the street from Bart's Hospital to the tube station to get a train home after a long and trying day at work.
It usually only took her a few minutes to get to the station, but today she was struggling, fighting not only the rushing crowds of people who were equally eager to get home, but the abnormally bad weather they were all attempting to get under cover from. She knew that climate change was causing changes to the regular weather patterns, but the extremes London was currently experiencing went well beyond that.
Intent on reaching her destination, Molly paid little attention to those around her, and wasn't prepared when someone from behind rudely shoved her out of their way, causing her to stumble.
Bracing herself for the inevitable impact of body against footpath, Molly was surprised, if not a little confused to find herself cocooned within a mass of… feathers, dark, sinfully soft feathers.
Glancing up she let out a gasp. For looking down at her was the face of the most gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Pressed as she was against his firm body, she found herself becoming intimately acquainted with his impressive physique. But his intense gaze was glacial, and it caused her to shiver with arousal… and fear.
Sudden realisation of the impropriety of their embrace had Molly quickly backing away from her super hot saviour.
For Khan however, their meeting was fated. He'd been tasked with finding an innocent to corrupt. But to Khan, an innocent wasn't limited to someone who had a pure soul. If he was to truly corrupt he wanted to corrupt absolutely. That meant that the innocent in question also had to be a virgin. That certainly hadn't described the other women who had approached him. They'd all but thrown themselves at him, more than willing to indulge in a night of blisteringly hot and energetic casual sex.
Khan also preferred a challenge. He wanted someone who wasn't completely willing, to begin with at least.
As he stalked the diminutive woman who'd stumbled into his path, he knew in his black heart he'd found the perfect candidate. His mission could now begin in earnest.