This week has been quite a busy one. I’ve not been able to come up with any short story for your reading pleasure. So I thought I should post something related. Below is an excerpt from my erotic-thriller Sweetest Operator. Oh, if you’re new, the writing is yet to be published. Enjoy.
Ariella was panting, confused. At first her fingers were trembling then her hands clenched and unclenched. Her blood was boiling. It was the first time she had ever hit a man. Carlos slowly touched, traced the slap on his face, feeling nothing but wonder. Is this my Ariella? Such a fever! Something yet more to love? He could not help but grab her this time and when he felt the burn of her breast he was determined to get her to understand.
“Let go of me!” screamed Ariella.
Her long coppery brown hair slung like lightning on her back and out from her mouth came curses only sailors could know. She managed to bring her hands up to his chest and tried to wriggle free, but breath sunk with every effort. The more she tried to break away, the more her body sunk into his. She realized that she was losing the struggle, but still she pounded hard with all her strength.
“C’mon, hit me. Hit me harder.” Carlos prodded.
He made several efforts with her hands, then they finally went limp. His voice suddenly began to tremble. “I’m the one. I feel responsible for all your family has been through.”
Slowly his grip around her began to loosen. He had no intention of holding her prisoner. Carlos leaned in slowly and softly and whispered in her ear. “It’s the fear of forever losing you that haunts me.”
Ariella looked into his eyes and saw the remorse burning brightly and somehow felt responsible for this.
He kissed her palm softly. Bittersweet memories returned to Ariella. They prodded a tear.
As his hand gently touched her cheek, she closed her eyes. She wondered how much her true self had been betrayed; this particular weakness she felt all along because the inner self had refused to move on without him. Despite the hurt and set back, it had no reason to judge him even when she tried.
With his thumbs, Carlos traced her tear then softly stroked it away. He cupped her face and kissed her forehead and whispered: “Ari?”