Jack the Bodice Ripper Excerpt
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Excerpt 1:
Ana’s heel caught on the rough cobblestone as she raced down the alley. She fought for breath. Her chest constricted in her tight corset. Her hair tangled down her back, whipping her face as she ran, disheveling from the careful curls she’d pinned them in. Her skirts swished around her feet and threatened to trip her, panic filling her steps. She shivered as the damp London air caressed her cheeks, nose and throat.
The click of another set of footsteps on the stones followed her into the alley, beating out the same pounding rhythm of her heart. Somewhere in the distance the river Thames bubbled away, blocking out the city sounds beyond the narrow corridor.
“There’s no reason to run, Ana.” His thick Berkshire accent filled the alley, reverberating off the stones. She tried to ignore how the sound soothed down her skin, like warm honey, and settled in her stomach with a flutter.
She sped up, racing further down the alley. Her eyes searched for a place to hide or barrier to protect her, anything to stop the man following her so persistently. But the space was vacant besides the brick wall looming before her, preventing her escape. There was no where she’d be able to hide from the man, no protection to be sought. Once he caught her, she’d be his, to do with as he pleased, regardless of her protests. Her stomach somersaulted at the idea, not entirely scared or displeased. But that can’t be true. I couldn’t want to be his captive.
Glancing over her shoulder, she gauged how far he was behind her. The clomp of his footsteps pinpointed his exact location with ease. The fog curled around his silhouette, giving her only the outline of his body, over coat and top hat. His shoulders were broad, his hips lean. His square jaw clenched. His gaze fixed forward, toward his prey. Me.
Excerpt 2:
She continued to fight against him, floundering and bucking across the bricks. But he maintained his steady movements, pumping his fingers in and out of her. Without ever realizing, she started to move with him, against him, for him. Her body shifted, pushing his fingers deeper inside her, finding just the right spot to have her wanting to scream to the sky.
He only laughed, sucking on her neck, lightly biting the place where her pulse pounded. “Do you want to keep denying, love?” He licked up her neck as he thrust another finger deep inside her. “Or are you going to admit you enjoy this?” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on the edge.
This time she could hold back the scream no longer, it ripped through her, echoing through the narrow alleyway.
“That’s more like it.” He licked his lips, and her insides melted. She wanted those lips on hers, now.
She’d been kissed before, by boys, sweet innocent kisses on the cheek and the lips. But something told her this man wouldn’t kiss like that. His kisses would be wild and feral and out of control. Everything he did affected her more than any other a hundred-fold. She could only imagine what his kiss would do to her.
His lips descended on hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth without invitation. She accepted it, the choice no longer hers. She sucked in air, tried to catch her breath, but with each movement he pushed into her further, taking more. He licked the insides of her cheeks and along the line of her teeth, twirling his tongue with hers. His teeth nipped at her lips as he pushed her back into the wall. Her head tapped against a protruding brick, pain flaring beneath the knock. But she didn’t care. Nothing mattered beyond the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on hers, the conquering feel of his tongue claiming her mouth while his hands held her bound.
He pulled back and she made a little sound of protest before realizing it. He laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m far from done with you.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark and demanding, his tone unchallenging. She didn’t try to argue, or deny. There was no point. He’d take what he wanted regardless of her protests, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him, and even worse, she didn’t know if she wanted to. “I won’t leave you wanting, love. I’ve much more in store for you.” The smile on his face made her stomach drop and her heart race.
Ana’s heel caught on the rough cobblestone as she raced down the alley. She fought for breath. Her chest constricted in her tight corset. Her hair tangled down her back, whipping her face as she ran, disheveling from the careful curls she’d pinned them in. Her skirts swished around her feet and threatened to trip her, panic filling her steps. She shivered as the damp London air caressed her cheeks, nose and throat.
The click of another set of footsteps on the stones followed her into the alley, beating out the same pounding rhythm of her heart. Somewhere in the distance the river Thames bubbled away, blocking out the city sounds beyond the narrow corridor.
“There’s no reason to run, Ana.” His thick Berkshire accent filled the alley, reverberating off the stones. She tried to ignore how the sound soothed down her skin, like warm honey, and settled in her stomach with a flutter.
She sped up, racing further down the alley. Her eyes searched for a place to hide or barrier to protect her, anything to stop the man following her so persistently. But the space was vacant besides the brick wall looming before her, preventing her escape. There was no where she’d be able to hide from the man, no protection to be sought. Once he caught her, she’d be his, to do with as he pleased, regardless of her protests. Her stomach somersaulted at the idea, not entirely scared or displeased. But that can’t be true. I couldn’t want to be his captive.
Glancing over her shoulder, she gauged how far he was behind her. The clomp of his footsteps pinpointed his exact location with ease. The fog curled around his silhouette, giving her only the outline of his body, over coat and top hat. His shoulders were broad, his hips lean. His square jaw clenched. His gaze fixed forward, toward his prey. Me.
Excerpt 2:
She continued to fight against him, floundering and bucking across the bricks. But he maintained his steady movements, pumping his fingers in and out of her. Without ever realizing, she started to move with him, against him, for him. Her body shifted, pushing his fingers deeper inside her, finding just the right spot to have her wanting to scream to the sky.
He only laughed, sucking on her neck, lightly biting the place where her pulse pounded. “Do you want to keep denying, love?” He licked up her neck as he thrust another finger deep inside her. “Or are you going to admit you enjoy this?” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on the edge.
This time she could hold back the scream no longer, it ripped through her, echoing through the narrow alleyway.
“That’s more like it.” He licked his lips, and her insides melted. She wanted those lips on hers, now.
She’d been kissed before, by boys, sweet innocent kisses on the cheek and the lips. But something told her this man wouldn’t kiss like that. His kisses would be wild and feral and out of control. Everything he did affected her more than any other a hundred-fold. She could only imagine what his kiss would do to her.
His lips descended on hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth without invitation. She accepted it, the choice no longer hers. She sucked in air, tried to catch her breath, but with each movement he pushed into her further, taking more. He licked the insides of her cheeks and along the line of her teeth, twirling his tongue with hers. His teeth nipped at her lips as he pushed her back into the wall. Her head tapped against a protruding brick, pain flaring beneath the knock. But she didn’t care. Nothing mattered beyond the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on hers, the conquering feel of his tongue claiming her mouth while his hands held her bound.
He pulled back and she made a little sound of protest before realizing it. He laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m far from done with you.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark and demanding, his tone unchallenging. She didn’t try to argue, or deny. There was no point. He’d take what he wanted regardless of her protests, and she couldn’t do anything to stop him, and even worse, she didn’t know if she wanted to. “I won’t leave you wanting, love. I’ve much more in store for you.” The smile on his face made her stomach drop and her heart race.
