I’m part of a wicked set of twisted fairytales that will come out in January 2017 with a group of delightfully devious authors. We’re all doing our own twists on fairy tales and I chose Rapunzel. It’s a modern take, full of capture fantasy naughtiness, and Rebecca ‘Rapunzel’ Sinclair is famous for her long blonde hair, but she wants to be known for more – wants to be more. In fact, she wants to follow in the footsteps of her wealthy CEO of a father, but he’s made some enemies and one man in particular has come seeking vengeance. This scene is actually continuing from the #SatSpanks post, so you might want to read that one first if you want to catch up, because Rapunzel’s captor is finally talking, and he has secrets that she wants to know.
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“Oh, Rapunzel, Rapunzel…” For a moment she couldn’t tell if he was quoting the witch or the prince, and when he twisted to look at her again the hunger in his eyes seemed to be a mix of both. “You don’t want to know what I know.”
“Don’t tell me what I want or don’t want, because trust me you don’t know.” Their gazes locked for a moment, and she didn’t budge, didn’t back down, even when he faced her and slid his palm up her leg to cup her mound.
“I think I know what you want more than you want to admit, and you have no idea what you’re asking for, princess.”
“Try me.”
He shook his head slowly, one finger dipping between her lips to tease the liquid heat that seemed to be a constant companion. “Did daddy dearest ever touch you, Rapunzel? Is that why he’s kept you with him in The Tower all these years?”
“No!” The recoil from his words was immediate, but when she struggled he just pushed inside her. Teasing her with torturously tender touches.
“Are you sure? Not once?” He shifted until he was looking down at her, his hand still buried between her thighs, a crook of his finger sending a tremor through her muscles. “He never snuck into your room to have a taste?”
“You’re sick!” She screamed at him, but he just rolled his eyes and pulled away from her, leaving the stoked heat at her core untended.
“And you’re blind, princess, but that’s why you’re chained to the floor while he walks free, isn’t it?” There was a poisonous edge to his tone as he stared at her. Her lips parted to respond, but her mind froze. It was something in his eyes, those tawny pools filled with some kind of knowledge, and for a flash there was no anger – just pity.
For himself? For her?
He broke their gaze then, facing the wall he’d pinned her against before. The memories were bitter fire, twisting and winding their way through her. Urging her to fight, to scream, to demand he answer her. But then, without another word, he stood and walked to the door. Leaving before she could rally her thoughts enough to respond.
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Curious? I know I was interested while I was writing it, because I’m a total pantser and sometimes these characters just have a mind of their own. What secret is her masked captor keeping? What all is going to happen to Rapunzel? Welllll, you’ll just have to wait to find out, won’t you, lovelies?
NOTE: I do have some sad news, lovelies. While I’ve got some stellar snippets set up to post on Wednesdays for a few weeks, our wonderful #WIP Wednesday bloghop has come to an end. Melody Parks ran it like a fearless champion for a long time, and we are all grateful for the avenue she gave us to share our work. I’ll keep my posts going for a bit, because they’re all ready, but then we shall say farewell to #WIP Wednesdays. <3
