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Danielle's Dangerous Hero Writing Challenge Story (Captive/Kidnap): Shadow Tryst
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I'm waiting patiently for the next installment.
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lol!
I was just in the mood to read.
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No problem.
As I have said before, I'm patiently waiting.
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But, in for a penny, in for a pound, Alexei thought. He gently tugged on Karina’s arm, so that she was forced to lean across the table. And he kissed her. He tasted the surprise on her lips. Along with the fear, and yes, the reluctant attraction. The last spice was his favorite. Her lips were soft and plump. The feel of them caused him to want more. With a hand on her jaw, he guided her lips into closer contact. A subtle caress of his tongue against her lower lips surprised her into opening her mouth. He took the unwitting invitation. Succulent and sweet were the best words to describe her. Addictive. He knew that this wouldn’t be the last time he kissed her.
Before she could pull away, he did it for her. Her greenish-brown eyes were wide with surprise. She licked her lips, causing desire to twist like a knife in his groin. The view of her was like a walking aphrodisiac. And now that he knew how she tasted, Alexei knew that he’d only want more of her. But logic told him to get up from the seat, even if the erection he was now sporting made the movement painful.
“We should get some rest,” he said. His voice was tight and gritty with suppressed desire.
Although touching her seemed foolish, he did it anyway. Grasping her wrist, he guided her towards the bedroom. She followed reluctantly. No doubt thinking his idea of rest involved horizontal exertion. Not now. He wouldn’t be a gentle lover now. Not wanting her with fierce ache that radiated from his groin and spread through his bloodstream. He couldn’t take until he knew that she wasn’t behind the failed attempt on his life. If he found out that she was, he didn’t think it would stop him from wanting her. But at least he’d be able to get what he wanted from her, and know to watch for the knife pointed at his back.
He escorted her into the bedroom he used when he came here. There was another one. But he was going to keep her close at hand. And there was a part of him that strongly asserted that any bed she slept in should be his own. Alexei watched Karina stare at the big, four-poster bed with dismay. He laughed. “Not tonight, dear. I’m not in the mood.” What a freaking lie that was.
Karina watched him skeptically. Her arms clenched over her chest, plumping up the assets that nature had generously gifted her with. His mouth practically watered. Alexei almost took a step towards her, before his self-control kicked in.
He pivoted, reaching into a drawer, and pulled out a black t-shirt and gray, white, and black, plaid-patterned boxer shorts. “You can wear these.”
Karina took them, and turned as if to walk out the room. Alexei stepped in front of the door frame. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom to change,” Karina said.
Alexei shook his head. “You can change in here.” He was pushing buttons, seeing how far she’d go. Would she be defiant now? Or would she try to keep him pacified, doing whatever he wanted? Which one did he want from her. The scared victim, or the reluctant but spirited captive?
“With you watching?” Her tone of voice suggested he was crazy to think she’d do such a thing.
Alexei shrugged. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Feel free to change here.”
She called his bluff. Spine stiff, she nodded, meeting his gaze full on as she unhooked the edge of the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Revealing the aspects of her body that previously been covered by cloth of various sorts.
Alexei curled his hands into tight fists at his side as he watched her pull his clothes on. Watching a woman dress in men’s clothes should not have been as erotic as it was. But, it was surely one of the most stirring sights he’d been treated to. The sparks shooting out of her eyes didn’t have the power to turn him into a human torch. But the sight of her womanly body had him burning from the inside out. He had the pleasure of seeing certain aspects of her body move as they resisted gravity, particularly when she exerted to pull on his shorts. Perhaps he had a future as a voyeur. It gave him a curiously intense thrill to think that parts of his body had been in contact with those clothes, and they were now touching hers with an intimacy that he badly wanted to mimic. When she was covered in the t-shirt and shorts, she bent over, picked up the towel, and folded it neatly, shoving it at Alexei.
Karina gave him a defiant look. Her eyes were molten and ready to melt him into a pile on the floor. Alexei had never met a person who spoke more with her eyes, than this woman. “I hope you enjoyed the show,” she said, her tongue dripping acid disdain.
Oh, he did, all right. But he was going to pay for it, in more ways than one. It hurt to walk to the bed, but it was his own fault.
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Those bad boys testing the heorine, to see how far she will go. Alexei was asking Karina for some medicine and she delivered it to him, but too bad, it didn't help a certain body part of his.
Karina had to know that he went stone up below the waist.
lol, Danielle you are bad!
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Karina walked over to the bed, and climbed in on the right side. She didn’t care which one he preferred. The last thing she cared about was what he wanted. She wanted to go brush her teeth, but right now, she was so angry, she wasn’t even going to worry about it. He was doing everything he could to show that he was in control, even to the point of making her play strip tease in front of him. She hoped he got an eyeful. Inside, she squirmed at the thought that he’d seen her as she’d came into the world, buck naked. His black eyes seemed to miss nothing. And her body seemed to tingle with a life of its own from the feel of his eyes on her skin.
Alexei flipped off the overhead light, leaving only the old-fashioned-looking hurricane-styled bedside lamp on the left side of the bed. Enough light to follow his movements, although it cast intriguing shadows on his tall, lithe body, and expressionless face.
Alexei strolled over to the left side of the bed. He stopped short, pulling off his shirt, revealing acres of tautly muscled skin, sparsely haired, except where a line of hair led down his chest and bisected his abdomen. It seemed far to intimate to see his light berry-colored nipples. Her gaze skittered away from the sight, glancing over his belly. To say he had a six pack was putting it lightly. It was more like an eight-pack. He wouldn’t win Mr. Universe awards. He was too lean for that. But all that was there looked as hard as stone. Karina’s jaw dropped as he unbuttoned his jeans, and started pulling them off. A little devil told her to lean back and survey him as if he was the entertainment of the evening. She was hoping against all hope that he wasn’t the sort to go Commando. Indeed, he was not. Instead he wore snug boxer briefs that showed he had nothing to be self-conscious about. Not that she had any basis for comparison. But he could do Mark Walhberg’s Calvin Klein commercials some serious competition.
Karina took in his thighs, thickly sculpted with muscle, long legs that had a sprinking of black hair, and as he leaned down, she saw the smooth planes of muscle of his back. He pulled off his shoes and socks, and soon he was dressed only in the boxer briefs. Karina was prepared to look away, in case he was the sort to sleep in the nude. But he got in the bed, instead. Karina scooted over to the edge of the right side of the bed.
“You’re going to fall out of the bed,” Alexei said. He pulled the comforter and sheet over his long form, settling back against the pillows, with his arms folded beneath his head.
“I’ll be fine,” she insisted.
He shrugged as if didn’t bother him either way. Reaching for the light switch, he enveloped them in darkness. “Good night. Sleep well.”
That didn’t seem likely, Karina thought.
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I'm enjoying this story Danielle. I can't wait to read more.
Dude! I didn't know you guys were doing stories over here. I'm going to have to zip back and check out the offerings. This one looks like a goodie for sure!
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Yes, Danielle is heating up the thread with this story.
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Rae, we are having a ball over here. You should join us!
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Rae, we are having a ball over here. You should join us!"
I agree! Rae, join us.
I completely stumbled upon this group and I'm glad I fell upon Danielle's great story! Can't wait to read more!
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Danielle's story is hot! :)
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I started reading the prologue and I wanted to say woo hoo! Awesome opening, Danielle. It caught my attention right away. I'm so glad you're writing a Russian bad boy because I'm jonesing for another fix after finishing DC lol. Can't wait to see how the story unfolds. Off to read more chapters! :-)
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I finally caught up with all the chapters and am now bummed because I want to see what's next!I think Alexei is much different from Sascha. He seems more damaged beyond repair whereas Sascha had an underlining of sensitivity to his edgy nature. With Alexei, I had no idea which way he was going to go but I like that. Keeps the reader on their toes and I'm relly enjoying it!
Now I wonder what will happen the next day or if anything will happen overnight. Oooh.
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I'm plotting out the next parts of the story as I work. There are times I need something to keep my mind busy, so I'm glad I have this story to mull over.
I'm having fun. I might become so addicted to writing dangerous heroes, that it become my major theme as a writer. :)
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I'm plotting out the next parts of the surgery as I work. There are time..."
Are you having surgery Danielle?
Writing stories about dangerous heroes are fun. All our stories should have a dangerous hero.
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You are welcome. Tell her, she's in my prayer.
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Well, in our stories, a good bad boy will always be present. The badness will always be there. That all that counts, right?
Ooh! I love the idea that it'd be a running theme in your stories. Now I know where to get my fix! :-D I think I may add a dose of dangerous hero and suspense in the contemporary I'll be working on. May add a bit of flavor to the story to make it pop!Hope your sister is doing well btw.
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Nice guys are grand.
I miss Parris.
That's true, Danielle. I still love the sexy nerds and nice guys too but sometimes you just need a dangerous hero to do the job. ;-)
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Nerds! :)
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Yeah! Yeah! I can't wait.
Ooh! That would be awesome, Danielle! I'm looking forward to that. :-)
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Cara Bridgestock parked her Mini in the driveway of the house she shared with her parents. She was ecstatic that she had defended her Master’s thesis of linguistic evolution. She had a good feeling. The euphoria had her practically skipping up the driveway, taking the steps two at a time, and yanking her keys out of the pocket of her tan Capri pants. Her hand stalled when she noted that the door was ajar slightly.
Completely unusual. While her father could be absent-minded about typical, day-to-day things, her mother was not. Paula Bridgestock was sweet as pie, but she had OCD about such things. “That’s funny,” Cara said out loud. Maybe Mom had gotten sidetracked, although she didn’t believe it. She pushed the door open. The house was eerily silent. It wasn’t yet sundown, but the sun was making its downward ascent to the West.
Cara took a deep breath and stepped inside. Her heart stopped at the chaos of the scene. Broken furniture, slashed drapes, objects d’art smashed to bits. Cara hurried through the large foyer and into the family room. And there, she saw the blood. So much of it.
A silent scream arose within Cara. Only the wimpering sound of a hurt animal escaped her mouth. She fell to her knees next to the still, naked form of her mother. The body was almost unrecognizable. Her father a few feet away. “No. No. No,” she whispered. She’d close her eyes and wake up now. And she’d find she had fallen into some awful stress dream in the master students’ shared office of the Linguistics department of Austin College. She even tried to close her eyes and when she opened them, the blood, the sight and smell of it, assailed her. This time her scream was loud, and it didn’t stop.
Alexei heard the screams, and he shot straight up in bed, instantly awake. His hand reached for the gun he taped under the boxspring. He had it palmed and safety off before he turned to his bedmate. She was thrashing as if she was in full-blown status epilepticus. Screaming loudly, the sound so anguished that it twisted his stomach, despite all the crap he’d seen in his thirty-three years. Alexei dropped the gun on the bedside table and pulled Karina into his arms.
She fought him at first, her eyes still closed. Tears leaked out of the closed lids like a faucet that hadn’t been turned off completely. “Noooo!” she screamed. Her fists batted at his bare chest, but Alexei continued to hold her, soothing her thick, mussed hair. He pulled her tightly into his arms, so tight she couldn’t bat at him, her hands forced down to her sides. Her tears wet his chest where the fell, cold and alien against his skin.
“Karina, it’s a dream,” he said soothingly. “Don’t cry, milaya moya.” He felt the fight go out of her, as she fell limply against his chest. But she continued to cry. The sound of it scratched against what little heart he had like rusty, yet sharp nails. He found that the hurting her felt like self-mutilation. “It’s just a dream.”
He pressed a kiss against her head, feeling the messy silk of her hair against his lips. Her loud sobs abated, but she shuddered. Finding words useless, he petted her with his hands, brushing his lips against the side of her face, working his way across the silken contours of her high cheekbones and down. Her tears were salty sweet. The sweetness grew as he found her lips. They were parted, and Alexei joined their open lips. His shared breaths eased in the peace she craved. He didn’t press for more. Only keeping the contact between their mouths. She didn’t pull away, but leaned against him as if his strength was a lifeline. He, the man who had threatened to kill her. He, who had used his threatening demeanor to instill fear and obedience in her. Her arms pushed against his hold, and when he loosened his grip, they crept up to wrap around his neck. Her tongue came out of her mouth, brushing sweetly against his. Alexei ignored the fiery stab of lust at the innocent movement. He merely maintained the almost innocent joining of their lips. This wasn’t about lust. It was about comfort.
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lol, he wants to comfort Karina alright.
Nice installment Danielle. I can't wait to see how far the comfort will go. :)
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You are welcome.
Take your time, but don't leave me hanging to long to find out what happens next.
That's so heartbreaking the way she found her parents. :-(Great chapter, Danielle. Emotional rollercoaster and Alexei is so swoonable. :-D
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Don't you love it when the story does that to ya? :-)
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Oh, I concur. Pantsers all the way!
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Thanks.
I sense that Alexei is about to turn into a tiger. Karina better watch her towel and herself.