I’m very lucky to have not one but TWO very talented writers on the blog today. The lovely Natasha Knight and the dashing Trent Evans. They’ve come up with a deliciously erotic, REALLY naughty dub-con story that immediately has me dribbling and it’s on my TBR list. Can’t wait to sink my teeth into it and devour it whole…. enjoy 😉
he’d never used it. The bathroom was still unfinished, and although it did have a modest bedroom set, it
had become essentially a shed.
extra blankets, and furniture to the garage. By the time he’d finished, he was sweating, so he shed his
jacket, the dark T-shirt wet against his chest. He checked the door latches and the locks, and other than
being a little sticky from disuse, they checked out. His fingers tested the steel D-rings set along one of the
walls. Years ago, once he’d resigned himself to the likelihood that no actual people would be staying in
the room, he’d had the rings installed, intending to use them to string chain along the wall in order to
store all the tools upright and secure.
in the floor were. He slid the deadbolt on her door silently, easing the door open. She lay motionless, on
her back, her hair a tangled mass of silky black. For a moment, he thought she might be sleeping, but
when he shut the door, she sprang up with a startled yelp, hugging her knees to her chest, her dark gaze
watching him. He pondered what thoughts might be flitting behind those eyes, if she wondered what was
going to happen to her next. Lake was sure she had no idea. Truth be told, he wasn’t even sure himself —
but the ideas were coming together, and fast.
vulnerability, because it made him want to exploit it and yet, at the same time, it elicited a twisted urge to
want to push her away, now it was something else entirely. He hadn’t thought of any of this, of course,
back there in that car. The possibilities that stretched before him, her fate determined by a simple choice
of paths, by a split second decision. No, when he’d heard DeSalvo speak the words that made had Lake’s
blood run cold, there wasn’t time for any of that. There was only time to protect her, to save her.
jaws of one monster, only to carry her away to another? Twelve hours ago, he’d have laughed at such a
question. But now, as he watched how her body trembled ever so slightly, the way her eyes followed him,
their depths keen, unblinking, he wasn’t so sure.
sound in her throat. He clutched her chin, squeezing, pain clouding her gaze. Tilting her face up to his, he
stared into her eyes.
light, he felt as if he could’ve slipped her right into his pocket if he’d chosen to. But she needed this too,
needed to know that physically she was utterly outmatched and that any resistance would entail
consequences. Painful ones.
room. “Jesus, just let me — I’ll follow… Goddammit!”
flaming along his neck as her nails raked his skin. He caught her wrist and squeezed until she cried out.
“Oh yes, you’re going all right. You’ve earned it.”