Mystery Meat - Sneak Peek
Updated: Oct 13
Copyright © 2020 by Keta Kendric
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Camina: Receiving a mysterious black card from a stranger to a place called, The Market, should have been my first clue. How was I supposed to know that this market was as non-traditional as the items they put on display?
Colson: It was her voice that had drawn my attention and eavesdropping on her personal conversation had dragged me deeper into her world. Since I had invited myself into her world, it was only fair that I extended her an invite into mine.
Note: This excerpt will leave you hanging, read at your own risk.
He had no trouble letting his eyes tell me how much he enjoyed watching me. They roamed, the intense heat in them scorching my skin and burning down to the bone. It was hard to keep my tongue from sliding over my lips because my mind kept flipping through the rolodex of positions I wanted him to put me in. The vision where my legs were pinned open by his muscled arms while my pussy gave his mouth sloppy kisses was the one that made my mouth go dry.
The food he’d prepared was tasty but my taste buds were primed for a sample of something else, something that I knew was piping hot, flavorful, and delicious. My gaze dropped to that area that was hidden behind the table and he noticed, flashing me an arrogant smirk.
“This is delicious,” I stated, distracting myself by pointing at the meal and taking a sip of wine. He shoved his half-eaten plate of food away and tossed his linen over it.
“I think we’re done,” he forcibly announced. My gaze lifted from his discarded meal to meet his waiting eyes, fixed on me with a coat of lust so heavy they dragged over my body. Following his lead, I shoved my plate away and finished off the wine in my glass with a hardy gulp.
“Yes. Looks like we are done.”
He stood, making the chair grunt at his quick movement. “The way you’re looking at me says you’d like to skip the movie too.”
It wasn’t a question and if my teeth sank any deeper into my bottom lip, it would start bleeding. There was no need to be coy now, I’d come for the dick.
“What movie?” I asked with an expressionless face.
He chuckled, rounding the table before reaching for my hand and tugging a little to get me to stand. When we bypassed the living room, I assumed we were going to his bedroom, until he stopped at the first door on the dimly lit hallway. He keyed in a six-digit pin before the door popped open. A deep crease lined my forehead while my eyes bounced between him and the door. Why did he need a pin number to get into a room inside his house?
“Lights,” he called out when he shoved the door open and stood at the threshold, ushering his hand for me to enter first. My breath caught at the first sight of the space. It was triple the size of a standard room, but was the furthest thing from a normal bedroom that I’d ever seen.
“Welcome to my dungeon. I call it, Wicked Truth.”
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