Erotic short story sex with a bad boy E-Book

Laura Satta

• Herausgeber: tredition
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 37

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Emma is attacked by two unknown men on the street one night. A tall, handsome martial artist happens to pass by and helps Emma out of the situation. But who is this unknown, sexy guy? Before Emma knows it, she's in the middle of it and having trouble getting out. The unknown guy has more dirt on her than she would like. This erotic short story is full of suspense, romance and sex. Dive into Emma's world and enjoy every moment.

Leseprobe

Laura Satta

Erotic short story

Sex with a bad boy

Romantic story for women

Erotic

The night was clear and filled with countless stars. Chicago slowly fell asleep. That was what I, too, wanted to do when I finally got home. It was three in the morning and I had had a long and exciting evening. I was exhausted and the double bass I was dragging behind me felt like it weighed three tons. I had no choice but to transport it. The cab drivers I called all raised their eyebrows when they saw me pull up with my huge box on wheels. Maybe they thought I was transporting a machine gun with it. We were in the city of organized crime, after all.

So I walked home after playing for hours in a jazz club. Usually, saxophonist Jane and pianist Fred would take me home in their van, which was big enough for a small orchestra. Unfortunately, they had fallen out because Fred - according to Jane - had responded to the advances of a waitress. I must admit that Jane was very jealous and Fred was a real ladies' man. The rift had degenerated into an argument and Jane was off on her own with the van. Fred, on the other hand, let the waitress take him home, proving once again that his partner's jealousy was justified. For my part, I was left alone.

I cursed them both - after all, I had the right to be angry - and finally set off with my cocktail dress, which I wore on special occasions, my high heels and my double bass. Fortunately, I didn't live very far away.

The only problem was that in the last few minutes I had seen two shadows following me right after I left the club. I would have loved to go back or go inside a store to ask for help. But alas, everything was closed.

As I quickened my steps, I saw in the wing mirror of a car who I was dealing with. Two mountains of muscle that had nothing to do with teddy bears. Their denim jackets were cut in such a way that you could see their pecs and the tattoos of their gang. I could quickly tell from their faces that they had no desire to chat over a cup of tea. If they caught up with me, I would probably lose my double bass, my money, and much more. I was scared, so I quickly moved on and grabbed my apartment keys to use as a weapon in case of emergency.

In reality, I didn't have time to use them, nor did I get around to considering them. The two men were closer than I thought. They just had to sprint to get to my height. One of them grabbed me by the arm and pulled me into an adjacent alley.

Realizing how dire my situation was, I grabbed the handle of my instrument case to protect myself and pleaded.

"Please. Please don't hurt me."

The one who had grabbed me, obviously the leader, laughed contemptuously before answering me:

"Don't worry, beautiful. We won't hurt you, quite the opposite. And the first thing you're going to do is dutifully show us what you're carrying in that pretty box of yours."

But of course … I was as convinced by their words as if they had told me they were ballerinas and would give me their interpretation of Swan Lake. I shook my head and just managed to stammer:

"Please don't touch it. It's my double bass and it's very dear to me."

That was really true. I had saved for a whole year to be able to afford my instrument, and I was hanging on to it like the apple of my eye. Of course, the two boys didn't care what I said. They came up to me laughing.

"Hey, you two! You'll leave the lady alone!"

The two iceboxes turned closed to the man who had just addressed them. I could quickly tell by their hate-filled eyes that they knew him and didn't hold him in their hearts. The elder clenched his fists and flexed his muscles before answering him:

"Fuck off. This matter is none of your business. Besides, you're not on your turf.

- So you think I'm just going to let you go after them without doing anything about it. You really are more pathetic than I thought."

As he spoke, the other man, had pulled a switchblade from his pocket. From his concentrated grin and the way he approached at a crab walk, I suspected he had no intention of using it ""fairly.""

I laboriously broke free of my torpor and managed to warn my ""rescuer"":

"Watch out behind you. He has a knife."