Synopsis:
I’m not sure what I was thinking that day.
It was a normal Thursday, nothing new or exciting had occurred in the morning.
I’d risen from bed, taken a shower and brushed my teeth. I’d then jumped on the 8:05 bus that ran a short distance between my house and the county library where I worked.
The ride took its usual 15 minutes before it left me standing fresh faced in front of a building of gothic construction that was my favorite place in the world.
After straightening my knee length skirt, I pushed open the door that led into the interior of the library.
It was at that moment that my world would change – impossibly and forever. It was a fateful movement of wood that collided with the shoulder of a man that would alter my very existence.
It wasn’t fear that I felt at that moment – more like the feeling of being watched. It was the feeling of knowing that danger lurks - the sensation of the hair standing on end at the back of your neck.
Looking back on a moment that happened so many months ago, I now realize that I should have listened to that feeling.
As I would later find out, the man standing in front of me referred to himself as Master Lucas…
…and I was his next target.
Excerpt
His lips were on mine and when I tried
to pull away out of anger, he gripped my chin, holding me in place.
His tongue forced its way between my lips and my knees buckled at the
strength of his kiss. This wasn’t passion or love or desire, this
was a man claiming me despite my objections or attempts to stop him.
After struggling against him and after
forcing back the feelings I was developing for him, I got desperate.
My knee came up aimed straight between his legs, but his hand was
faster. His fingers gripped and dug into the skin and tendons beneath
and I yelped in pain, which only made him smile as he continued the
vicious kiss he was forcing me to take. He released me moments later
and guided my leg back down to where I could place my foot on the
ground.
When his lips pulled away from mine,
his teeth scraped over my mouth before he pulled away to look at me.
I jerked back, attempting to place distance between us, but, once
again, he moved faster than I could. His hand gripped at the back of
my neck and he somehow wrapped bits of my hair around his fingers. He
pulled my head back on my shoulders, securing me in such a way that
all I could see was him.
“Try and hurt me again and you will
regret it.”
“Is that a threat?” I couldn’t
believe the way he was treating me. I had a mind to call the police
and report his behavior but, what he’d done by this point had not
been enough to label it a crime. I’d invited him here. I’d
stepped up to stand beside him in my backyard and I’d returned the
kiss until my anger reminded me that I wanted nothing to do with the
arrogant man who held me in place.
He chuckled, dark and deep. Before
replying, his tongue peeked out to run along the cushion of his
bottom lip. “No, my dear, it’s a promise.”
Before I could reply, his mouth was hot
against mine. I struggled and fought, finally sinking my teeth into
the full skin of his lip. He hissed, but released me, and when he
pulled back, I could see where the pink color of his mouth had been
stained red from the blood I had drawn.
“As I said, Autumn. You are going to
regret that.”
Suddenly I was free and I fell back,
tripping over the heel of my shoe landing hard on the concrete
beneath me. He neither moved to catch me or help me back to my feet.
For a few quiet seconds, he stared at me as if he felt sorry for me
and I reached up to brush back the hair that had fallen in front of
my face.
“Were you going to leave, Mr. Bates,
or do I need to call the police to escort you?”
Another tense moment of silence
occurred before he calmly responded, “An escort will not be
necessary. Before I leave, however, I do want to tell you that I
attempted to help you as much as I could. I’ve focused on you,
Autumn, and after that little stunt of yours that left my lip
bleeding, I am more intent than ever to have you. The question is not
if – but when.”
“That will never happen. I can
promise you.” I don’t know where I suddenly found the strength;
be it indignation, or anger, or the hint of betrayal, my voice was
firm once again and I didn’t frighten so easily in his presence.
He laughed. “We’ll see about that,
Ms. Cleary. I’m the type of man who gets what he wants. You’d be
wise to remember that.”
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