Broken Serenade by Dorina Stanciu

and surprisingly young. Not in the least what he had had in mind – a woman past her prime, pent-up, and sexually obsessed.
        “Boy, if I knew you looked like that, I would’ve answered your first email and asked you to show your face.”
        “Don’t touch me!” she warned him. “I have a gun.”
         Impossible! He was firmly convinced of that. In the bathroom mirror, he caught a glimpse of her, nervously writing her empty hands behind her back.
         “Where do you have it, my dear? Inside your panties? If you do wear any. Do you?” he chuckled quite relaxed. “As naughty as you are, and with all the spicy written details you’ve been providing, I have serious reasons to doubt that. But of course, that’s a plus in this particular situation.”
        Her blue eye s hypnotized him. Inside them, something called on him in spite her belligerent attitude. It was something wonderful, a kaleidoscope of emotions he had never witnessed before in a woman’s eyes. And that indescribable wonderfulness poured from her magical blue irises directly into his soul, making him feel more alive and manly than ever. She was a refreshing change from the cool as a cucumber type he had dated all of his life.
        She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.    
        “What happene d? Cat got your tongue? Do I have to do all the talking here? You seemed more… chatty in your messages,” he said, inching closer as the attraction for her grew exponentially with every second spent in her presence.
        “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the young woman stuttered.
        She probed a desperate escape. She threw herself toward the open door of the bedroom with all her force. Timothy snatched her with the ability of a wild creature and immobilized her between the wall and his powerful body. The movement tore her blouse. A set of keys and two pearly buttons sang playfully on the white wooden floor. A tempting, lacy black bra appeared, leaving half-exposed the young woman’s full breasts.
        “Let me go, please!” she pleaded. “I can explain…”
        “…why you’re here?” he continued her thought. “I know why. I don’t need any explanation,” the man assured her, touching her bosom with his fiery gaze. “You’ve done a lot of explaining lately via emails. It’s time for some action, young lady.”
        “I told you, I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re delusional,” she said breathlessly, fighting to escape his iron embrace.   
        “Oh, I remember now! You like to be harshly treated, tortured a little, you like it rough, don’t you? I’m not a Marquis de Sade fan! Not exactly my style, but I’m open to new experiences,” he whispered hoarsely, forcing her hands behind her back and burying his face in her scented hair.
        She smelled of flowers and cleanliness, and Timothy Leigh felt the world fading around him. He suddenly was alone with this exquisite woman in the entire universe. This beautiful young woman who wanted him badly enough to risk her life and break into his home. The mere thought warmed his insides to the point of boiling desire that melted all his prejudices and inhibitions. Her unorthodox introduction and her choice of words ceased to be an issue anymore. If she likes it dirty, so be it!
        “If you like it dirty, I can think of things to do to y ou that would make a whore’s face flush bright red with embarrassment!”
        “You’re out of your mind. You really are crazy!” she fought him.
        “Am I? Touché! Well, of course I’m crazy,” he agreed , with his lips on her skin. “But you, my dear, are not really a match for a normal man. Are you?”
        Vivien tried to speak , but she couldn’t find the right words to stop him.
        “I am…I am .”
        “Yes, woman, you ARE! And that’s all that matters now,” he said , happy that she existed. 
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