Hello Wipians and Wipits, it’s that time of the week where we say WIP and you say HOW HARD? Only joking. It’s another story excerpt day and, yes, you’ve guessed it – I’m going to be showcasing DESIRING DEATH. OOh, only another 10,000 or 15,000 words to go and it’s finished. I can’t wait to write the finale where he ties her to his bed. OK, I’m getting ahead of myself…
Violetta had already begun to turn her body around in order to stalk back to safety, but the sight of the knife stopped her. He was a human being, albeit an extremely unpleasant one, and he was obviously in pain. Whilst she had no idea if he really intended to kill himself, she could hardly leave him here, like this. The man needed help.
“Do you want to talk?”
“I think we already covered that at the bar.” The stranger didn’t even turn around to glance at her.
She knew she should have just walked straight back the way she came as his surly remark hit home, but like a moth drawn to a decidedly enticing, guttering flame she couldn’t help but try one last time. “What do you want?”
“I want to fuck the hell out of you.”
Violetta was not a particularly quiet woman, but he’d thrown her a massive curve ball and it seemed she’d swallowed the thing. It took her several seconds before she could suck in air.
“What did you say?” Her voice was incredulous.
“If you want a repeat performance, you have to beg. That goes for the sentence and the sex.” He kicked off his shoes, letting them sail away in the water beneath him. He then removed his black blazer and let it go the same way.
“You’re mad,” she whispered, her feet already backing up behind her. At least one part of her body was sensible, Violetta thought.
There was a sharp thud and she watched as he buried the small knife he’d been playing with deep into the timber decking. There was a dull twang as the thing vibrated rapidly at the impact and then silence resumed. She bit her lip and wondered absently why she was not running away as fast as her legs would carry her, but it was already too late. In the next instance he was up on his feet and striding purposefully towards her. His fingers were already unbuttoning his shirt, revealing glimpses of the tantalisingly hard flesh beneath and she felt her felt her feet automatically skirting backwards until they reached the edge of the planks.
“There’s nowhere else to go, Violetta,” he drawled, as he came within a hairbreadth’s length of touching her. He brought his fingertip underneath her chin and tilted her face upwards to meet his.
“How do you know my name?” She looked up at him, and there was a mixture of angst and desire in her gaze. It was difficult to know which was stronger. One thing was for certain, he seemed to have all the right cards in his hand and she wanted to know why.
“That’s the least of your worries, precious. What you should be asking is: ‘How do I know every move you’re going to make, seconds before you do?’ The flat of his hand reached down to slap her left knee away, the one that had been about try and find a soft spot around his groin area. The knee landed back on the wooden deck with a considerable thump and she felt herself wobble precariously.
“How in the hell…” Her shocked words left her lips and were instantly cut-off as she felt herself falling backwards. Her hands floundered helplessly at his naked chest, but there was nothing she could grab onto for purchase and as he heel skidded and splintered across the deck, there was the sinking feeling she was way past the point of no return. Preparing to take a deep splosh in the uninviting, wet and salty stuff, she closed her eyes and braced herself for impact.
Thank you for playing… please come again ☺
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