The Unlikely Protagonist, Prologue
Jane Smith sipped her screwdriver at the corner table of Club Confessions. Her friend had ditched her long ago to dance with a leather-clad redhead. She thought should have listened to Sam and preserved some dignity. But Connie insisted she heard from this chick Patty that she goes to gym with that there are dreamy guys frequenting the place. So off they went guy-hunting. Whoever those dreamy guys were, they sure weren’t there that night.
Just when she was contemplating going home, a deep voice startled her out of her thoughts.
“You don’t dance?”
She raised her head to see a man. Tats and piercings were usually not her cup of tea, but this guy made them work.
“No one asked,” she said.
The man smiled. “Ah, urban yet old-fashioned. I hope you don’t mind me saying that’s exactly my type.”
Jane raised an eyebrow. “Really?” She scanned his piercings - three hoops in the left corner of bottom lip, studs on each side of nose, dozen studs and three hoops on each ear - and tattoos - serpents running up each arm, some strange, jagged symbol that looked like a spiked inverted cross over mouth full of teeth on his shoulder, dragon’s head on a neck extending from his back to his clavicle. And who knew what else was below those black skinny jeans and wife-beater. He sure didn’t seem the type to prefer “old-fashioned”. She still took his hand against her better judgement.
Jane heard of animal magnetism, but thought it was rubbish until tonight. She simply couldn’t get enough of him. When he proposed going to his apartment, she felt relieved she didn’t have to be the one offering.
Clothes literally flew in all directions as they stumbled to the bed. Jane was on fire like she never was before; so much she dismissed his clammy skin and lack of pounding heartbeat as irrelevant. He manipulated her masterfully with a mere touch; she never knew she had so many sensitive places. She was trembling with need before they stripped completely.
Still, reason managed to kick in. She scrambled for her handbag and pulled out the rubber. She tried to smile alluringly. Her experience in trying to live like a Cosmo girl once she realised prince on white horse won’t be forthcoming taught her that they tend to be more agreeable to the idea if she puts it on while trying to be seductive.
Her date didn’t seem to be exception. Still, Jane was a bit disappointed; she didn’t get a single gasp. Just a smile. Funny, am I, Mr Sexpert? Well, laugh all you want, we’ll see how long you can keep that cool façade up.
She sat on the bed and looked at him challengingly. He chuckled and pushed her back, skimming his fingers along her sides until they reached her thighs. He slid his fingers down further, opening her legs slowly, his touch leaving her panting. My god, it’s like he knows where all nerves are. And then he started to prepare her and Jane lost coherent thought.
When he finally slid in, she was half-mad with want. Then he moved, skimming all the right spots - again. As she was climbing higher than even before, he whispered in her ear:
“I want to show you...something.”
And then there was pain.
And then the world turned black and she felt her strength seeping away.
Chapter One