Snippet Sunday: WAKING KISS

{NOTE: this work changed significantly in the process and so this scene is no longer in Waking Kiss. You MAY see this scene again in something else, but it ended up not fitting in the flow of the story. I guess that’s part of the danger of sharing pre-publication snippets! Many apologies!}

Usually I post snippets from my published stuff on Sundays, but every so often I like to share things from my works in progress, with the warning that it’s not edited or set in stone yet.

So to celebrate Valentine’s Day I thought I’d share a sizzling hot snippet from Waking Kiss. If you follow me on Twitter you probably know that this book is giving me conniption fits, but that’s because the characters are both so intense and complex. And when they get together, crazy schizzle happens…which is why they’re driving me crazy!

This book is set in the world of ballet, like Mercy and Firebird, but it definitely has its own feel. Ashleigh is a dancer at the London City Ballet, and Liam the closest friend of her dance idol-slash-nemesis. (Long story.) Liam owns a security agency…Ironclad Security. Maybe you’ve heard of it? 😉

I don’t want to hand out much more info than that, but I think you’ll enjoy this snippet anyway. They’re halfway through a semi-serious, semi-reckless dirty talk and spank session that eventually (inexorably) leads to smoking sex. Liam’s main kink is rough, crazy sex, and he and Ashleigh seem to have a lot of it when they get together!

     “You’ve pushed me and pushed me,” he said, grinding his hard length against me. “You flaunt your succulent little body, pretending you’re so sweet and innocent. You’re not sweet and innocent, are you?”

     I whimpered against his shoulder. “I am. I’m sweet and innocent.”

     “You’re a little fuck slut. A lying, teasing fuck slut. I want to tear you to pieces. That’s what you deserve.”

     “No,” I wailed, even though we both knew I meant yes.

     “You’ve been teasing and flirting and trying to drive me insane. You’ve been doing it on purpose.”

     “I’m sorry!”

     “I’m sorry, Sir,” he said, shaking me a little. “In this room you’ll call me Sir, and you’ll obey every fucking thing I tell you. If you don’t like it, tough shit. That’s what you get for being a little cock-tease fuck slut.” He bit my lip just to the point I couldn’t bear it. “That’s what you get for pushing me too far.”

     “Please, no,” I said, squirming under him. I felt real tears gather in my eyes.

     “Please, no, Sir,” he corrected me, and then he yanked up the skirt of my dress and swatted me on the side of my ass. Pain bloomed in a cloud of heat and I literally felt my pussy go wet. He smacked me again, harder this time.

     “Please, Sir, that hurts. Don’t hurt me!”

     In an instant he had me turned and pinned on my stomach. He bunched my dress up to my waist and yanked down my black silk panties. While I wiggled and struggled, he landed a smarting volley of smacks to both cheeks. His hands were so big and so hard; each spank was a shock of sensation. I half laughed, half cried in panic. I reached back to fight with him, only to receive another sharp slap under the curve of my ass.

     “See what happens to bad girls like you?” he snapped. “How does that feel?”

     I could tell he expected an answer, and that somewhere in that answer I had to say Sir. I did the best I could in my state of overstimulation. “It hurts, Sir. It stings. Please, I won’t flaunt myself at you anymore.”

     He grabbed my arm and pulled it across my back, leaning over me. “I had to leave dinner to come deal with your shit. I had to make up excuses, all for what? To come deal with a horny, naughty girl.”

    I shook my head against the bedcovers. My ass still felt hot where he’d hit me and I knew he was going to hit me again. “I’m sorry!”

     “Sorry?” He smacked me under the other ass cheek. I cried out at the billowing sting. “You’re sorry? I’ve been lying awake at night, every night, for hours. Do you know why?”

     “Why?” I asked, my voice quavering.

     “Because bad little girls like you make me crazy. You pretend you’re good and pure. You pretend that you don’t understand the things you do to me, but really, deep inside, you know what you are?”

     He squeezed my ass, one of his fingers straying threateningly between my cheeks. I covered my face with my free hand. “What am I, Sir?”

     “You’re a disgusting, horny little fuck slut.”

     I don’t know if you’ve ever been called a disgusting, horny little fuck slut. Maybe you think it should have hurt my feelings or pissed me off. But you would have to hear the way he said it. He said it like being a disgusting, horny little fuck slut was the coolest thing in the universe.

     “I’m not a disgusting, horny little fuck slut,” I whimpered. “Please, I’m sweet and pure. You’re brutal and mean and you’re hurting me. You hurt my ass.”

     “If you don’t start addressing me the way I told you–“

     “You hurt my ass, Sir,” I yelled at him.

     He twisted his hand in my hair. “So, so bad. Such a bad girl.”

     His hands went to the buckle of his belt, and then I started fighting for real.

Okay, sorry, that’s all your getting, but it’s a taste of the hotness that is Liam and Ashleigh when they get together. Waking Kiss is shaping up to be an extremely hot book. I’ll be hard at work to get it ready for release before summer.

Happy Valentines Day to all my readers!