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 wicked little scene continues from the #SatSpanks post over here, and you’ll definitely want to read that to see how Rapunzel finally unmasks her captor. But, of course, there are consequences…
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“No more hiding,” she hissed at him, and his eyes danced over her face.
“That’s what you want? You want to see me?” Releasing her throat he pulled her away from the wall, grabbing her hips, and he almost stumbled as he walked them both towards the mattress. Dropping her onto it he followed and stayed between her thighs, miming a thrust. “You want this?”
“No! I’ve never –”
“Are you really going to try and lie to me right now?” His hand slipped between them, and an instant later he swept up her cleft. Soaking wet. Slick with the damning evidence of her twisted urges, and she cursed herself. Damaged, broken, wired wrong. Catching her legs he pushed her knees towards her chest and then spread her wide, sliding down until his shoulders held her open – and then he dragged his tongue through her wetness in a confident swipe.
Oh God.
The pure shock of it made her lift her hips. It had nothing to do with the tingling buzz at the base of her spine, or the way his thumbs dug into the tender flesh of her thighs to bare her completely for him. “Yes…” he groaned against her, the low vibration of his voice making her shiver, but all she could see was the tousle of dark hair atop his head as he started to devour her.
“Please, stop!” Rebecca begged, because no matter what her mind thought, she knew what her body was already thinking. Pleasure stormed through her like an invading army, pushing its way past her borders, starting a war inside that she was ill-equipped to win.
“So. Many. Lies.” Each word was punctuated by a deviously long trace of his tongue that ended with a torturous flick over her clit. Just as she opened her mouth to plead for him to stop, he focused in on that bundle of nerves, sending her into gasping moans that cleared the words from her mind.
When she tried to arch her back, to lift her hips against him, he simply pressed her flat with the strength in his arms, pinning her exactly where he wanted her.
Why had she ever thought she could win?
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We’re getting so close to the end of these little sneak peeks, and then the book will be live in January!! I know that I can’t wait, and I hope you’re salivating along with me.
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
