The man stood across the street from the book store. He was tall, and his skin was almost a brown tan, handsome and exotic, he looked over at the bookstore. A little boy came riding down the street on his bicycle and looked curiously up at him. The man smiled at him, his smile went up to his brown eyes and was kind. The little boy smiled back and the man greeted him.
"How you doing little one?"
"I'm fine sir and you?"
"I'm very well thanks, where are you going to?" Said the man bending over.
"To meet my friends at the park." The little boy said.
"Well how would you like a new ipod?"
The boys eyed widened.
"I don't have any money."
"Well it's free." Said the man smiling.
He handed the boy the ipod and patted his head. "Now off you go."
The boy paddled off hardly believing his luck. The stranger made his way towards the book store."Her father held her down on the couch, by her throat, she felt his rough fingers choke her as he squeezed enjoying the tears in her green eyes. A sudden slap made her look to the left, it was her step brother, he put his hard thick cock in her palm. He smiled menacingly and she gently squeezed his dick between her fingers as his eyes rolled back at her soft touch. She knew he wanted to do this for the longest time. His white cock was veiny and she started to tug on it. He moaned softly. Another hard hit on her face, softer than the first, it was another cock, slapping her forehead, it was her younger step brother. He was impatient as he pressed his hard dick towards her lips. She opened her mouth obligingly. As he felt her bottom lip brush the tip, his whole body stiffened...she could taste the precum already. Just as she was about to swallow it further down her throat, she gasped loudly. It was her step father, he had entered her without warning, she moaned as she felt the hard wood going deep in the folds of her wet..."
Amber looked up from the book she was reading. If she continued any further she knew she wasn't going to be able to control what happened next. It was a good read, by some T. Smith, she couldn't pronounce the authors first name. Amber blushed a little. The author was very imaginative and so on point when it came to detail. The heroine was about to be trained by seven guys no less, step brothers, her father and their friends.
What would it be to be ravaged like that?
She moaned internally and shivered, as a dark silhouette approached the front door, the morning rays blocking his face from view as he entered. He stepped out of the light and before her stood a handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties. He had a white hoodie on, and his hair was thick and jet black. He was not Caucasian...he was more exotic. Maybe Arabian or Indian, his eyes were a light shade of brown...like humbugs.
He was built well, she could see he worked out. But the one thing that captured her about the stranger was his smile, he had a beautiful smile that went up to his eyes. He looked innocent kind and sweet, the kind of guy you would take home to meet your mum or dad. He made eye contact and walked over his hands in his hoodie."Good Morning." He said smiling.
For some reason she felt her words get stuck in her throat.
"Morn..mmm, sorry morning." She said clearing her throat.
"How can we help you today?"
"I'm looking for a book called the Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence."
He sounded confident, no hesitation.
"Prince of thorns..a little sadistic don't you think?"
"Aah... then you know it? Yeah I like a little dark reading, a little blood never hurt anybody."
She searched the computer.
"Ohh so you the blood and guts type of guy."
He continued to smile sweetly.
"You can say I'm more of the villain arc type of guy...heroes are waaay to predictable."
He didn't put too much emphasize on his words, yet they seemed to come out seductive...in a hot kinda way.
"That's fair. I mean heroes do always end up with the girl and save the day though, don't they?"
"Yeah, but why save the girl when you can just take her and seize the day."
She looked up at him, his eyes glittered mischievously and despite herself she bit her lip.
"I see you the more '50 shades of train' type of girl?" He joked and gestured to the book she had just put down and forgot to put out of sight. She covered it with another book quickly, looking embarrassed.
"Um... just some light reading." She blushed.
"Well most of the guys in there are villains as well." He smiled that smile that made his eyes crinkle cutely.
Even though he talked about her fantasy hobby, he didn't seem pervertish or seductive. Just genuinely interested.
She smiled back.
"Well we do have your book in store, actually we have the sequels as well."
"I guess il take all three then."
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Killing Amber- Written By DarkRa7or
Short StorySometimes pain can only be cured by extreme violence...Dedicating this to someone I'm dying without and someone I'd still kill for.