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A glimpse into Scent of Desire
Ange Bennett, captain of Hawk’s Flight, lives the life of a hermit on her space ship to avoid men. She is returning to her ship at the spaceport after a trip into the city to buy a needed part when she is accosted by a spacehand named Sean:
“Wait, Cap’n.” Sean’s voice took on an urgent tone. He lunged out and grabbed Ange's elbow.
Pain shot up her arm as he yanked her off the ramp. She stumbled and collided with his chest. His hot, rancid breath scorched her face. His arm snaked around her waist, imprisoning her. He thrust his hips against hers in an obscene slow grind, and his erection poked into her abdomen. “You’re one fine woman. Say you got something for an old space hand.”
“I told you, I don’t need any help. Hawk is a one-woman ship.” Her stomach lurching in disgust, she pressed her hands to his chest and shoved hard, but his bruising grip on her elbow held firm. “Let me go,” she snapped in her best command voice, “or I’ll scream for the guards.”
“The guards are a long ways away, Cap’n.” Sean leered at her, showing a row of crooked yellow teeth. His eyes gleamed bright. Too bright. They glowed with a kind of madness. His fingers bruised her arm and he leaned closer, breathing hard. Ange’s heart constricted with fear. She’d lived this nightmare too many times. Men, crazed with lust, driven wild by her scent. Each attack burned in her memory. She gagged as the reek of stale beer enveloped her.
Sean sniffed at her hair. “You smell like heaven,” he whispered, awe in his rough voice. His eyes glazed with desire.
Just like all the other times. Cheap perfume didn’t work any more. Her real scent was too strong. She knew what came next. Sean’s dirty hand pawed at the front of her jacket. Rage flooded through her, giving her strength. “No!” she shouted and kneed him in the groin with one swift, vicious move.
He grunted and doubled over, but held on to her despite her desperate attempt to lunge away. “Damn you!” he wheezed.Her kick went wild as Sean pulled her off balance. She screamed for help.
“Shut up, you fuckin’ whore!” He slapped her hard across the face. The sound of the blow echoed across the open field. She staggered, and he yanked her into the shadows under the ramp. “Think you’re too good for the likes of me, do you? Think you can go around smelling like a bitch in heat and get away with it? I’ll show you!” Growling like an enraged pit bull, he pushed her chest and kicked her feet out from under her. She fell hard on the concrete. Instantly, he leaped on top of her and pinned her under his weight.
“Stop it!”
“Not ’til I’m buried inside you, bitch.” He grabbed her hands again.
She tried to jerk free, her nails ready to rake his face, but he was too strong. Her head ached, her cheek throbbed and fear flooded her body. This had happened before. It would happen again and again and again. Always before, she’d somehow struggled free, but this man had surprising strength. A grim determination coursed through her. She wouldn’t be a victim. She had to keep on fighting. She struggled to roll out from under him, but he backhanded her across her other cheek.
“No, you don’t. You’re not getting away from me.” His maniacal laughter ripped apart the silence of the night. He pushed her back against the ground and leaned over her.
She twisted her head to avoid his clumsy attempt at a kiss. A bright light swept across the concrete and shone into her eyes, making her squint. “Stop!” She yanked one hand free and struck with all her strength at his chest.
He ignored her feeble pounding. “Shut up, fuckin’ whore. Don’t fight me. You’re gonna like it when I stick it in you.” The crazed look in Sean’s eyes deepened. He started to pant, oblivious to anything but his attempts to steal a kiss.
Ange heard the low hum of a motor, nearly drowned out by his rasping breath. Her heart leapt with hope. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed an aerocar landing. Its headlights drenched their writhing bodies in light. Sean hadn’t noticed. He was too busy trying to plant his disgusting mouth over hers.
“Get off me!” she screamed to cover up the sound of a door slamming. Footsteps pounded across the tarmac.
“You heard the captain!” A male voice thundered above the two of them as they struggled on the ground. Two big hands reached toward her out of the night. One grabbed her assailant’s collar and the other seized his belt. With a heave, the newcomer hauled Sean off her.
“Let me go, motherfucker!” Sean swung a fist wildly at the air.
“After I teach you a lesson.”
Ange looked up at her rescuer. Sean was big, but this man was bigger. The stranger’s eyes were dark slits full of controlled rage. He shook Sean like a puppy. “Not such a bully now, eh?”
Sean launched a kick at him, but the man dodged it and drove a solid blow into Sean’s stomach. “I ought to break you in two,” he growled.
Sean doubled over, the air knocked out of him. The other man brought the edge of his hand down in a quick, sharp chop to Sean’s neck. Without a sound, Sean crumbled to the ground.
Ange sat up, one hand pressed to her bruised cheek. A wave of dizziness passed over her, and she fought the urge to puke. She blinked at the aerocar parked on the concrete near her ship. Its long, sleek black lines oozed wealth.
Her rescuer pulled a phone from his pocket. “He’ll be out for a while. I’m calling the guards.”
Ange nodded, wondering if she had the strength to jump to her feet and make a dash for the ship. As soon as this man caught her scent, he’d turn into a madman, just like Sean.
Want more? You can buy the book at Loose Id.
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