Blood on the Vine is the newest title from author Alisia Compton. The erotic thriller is available on Amazon, as well as in other bookstores: iTunes, Barnes and Noble, and more. More details on where you can pick up this title will come later, but first Racy Reads would like to treat you to a naughty excerpt from Compton’s Blood on the Vine.
The excerpt is below, but here’s a brief synopsis so you can get a feel for this story:
Miranda Knight has returned to her picturesque childhood home on Seneca Lake. The estate-turned-inn is every bit as haunting and beautiful as she remembers, but is home to more secrets than ever before. As Miranda investigates the disappearance of a former owner, she meets Aldo, a rich Mediterranean vintner. Their whirlwind romance is nothing like she’d imagined, but she can’t help falling in love with him despite his penchants for rough sex and playing hard to get. The other man in Miranda’s life is Ashton, who may or may not have murdered his wife, but who has the most beautiful blue eyes Miranda has ever gazed into. Miranda feels an attraction to both men, but only one is sincere. The wrong man is harboring a dark heart that threatens Miranda’s life and the future of her childhood home, The Molly Grange Inn.
This book is an erotic thriller with strong sexual scenes. Mature readers 18+ only.
Chapter 6 – Miranda and Aldo
He’d stripped me of everything leaving my body to bask singularly naked under the sun, but I wasn’t shy despite a lifelong battle with insecurity and never having done it with the lights on. He took a step backward and inspected me with that cool, aloof stare of his and I basked in this gaze because I could see the outline of his hard dick and the pleasure in his dark eyes. I knew I pleased him, so I let him stare at me. I liked it. I enjoyed his silent judgement. After a moment, he nodded and gave me an approving slight smile before diving in like a hungry animal. He buried his nose in the flesh of my tender breast, squeezing them together in his hands and breathing between them. The pain is good for me, but it’s suspicious and strange at the same time. He’s not at all like my other lovers, although their numbers are few. It had seemed a lifetime since I’d allowed someone to touch me, but no one had ever touched me as Aldo had. It was entirely new and I was collapsed and controlled by the experience. As he lowered me to the ground, a slight moan escaped from my lips.
“Yes.” He hissed. “You fucking like that, don’t you?”
He reached between my legs and felt my kitten which was wet.
“Yeah.” He said. “I can tell you like that. Do you like my fingers? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers?”
I hadn’t expected to end up on the ground with the cement floor cooling my naked body. I hadn’t expected him to be so aggressive and yet somehow still tender, so vocal and yet such a quiet man. I didn’t know what to say, so I only nodded, but my mind screamed yes, please Aldo, fuck me with your fingers.
He spread my legs and gazed between them. Like a painter he considered me for a moment and then he spread my legs wider and watched my expression as I opened like a flower before him, nearly grown and everything exposed under the summer sun. Despite being already stretched, he pressed against the insides of my knees forcing me to spread wider still. A dull throb set in, but he continued to push. I didn’t argue or make a fuss because I felt that my legs were his to command and control. I was desperate to please him. He didn’t stop pushing until I felt close to breaking and involuntarily cried out from the pain, which was pleasure too. Finally, he took his hands from my knees and pressed two fingers inside me.
“Your pussy is tight.” He commented.
I moaned. His dirty talk was so new and so very exciting. I couldn’t reciprocate because I was too shy, but my brain begged for him to go faster. He seemed to know exactly what I wanted and with his thumb he twisted circles on my clit while fucking me with his fingers in a come hither motion. He only stops to rip the shirt from his body, which I was delighted to find was in perfect shape. He’d really taken care of himself over the years. He battled away his clothing, clearly in a hurry to free himself from their restrictions. I was in a hurry to and growing desperately to feel his cock inside me, but also enjoyed witnessing the very beautiful act of a fit man undressing himself. I reached up to touch the hard breadth of his arm, maybe feel around to the curves of his back, or to massage his six pack, but he stopped mid-undressing to push me back to the ground. He reasserted his hands on my knees with his pants halfway down his buttocks, and he forced me to spread my legs again.
“Don’t move.” He commanded and I obliged him.
His intensity felt like a warning. A delicious warning. I wondered what would happen if I disobeyed my dear Aldo. Would he spank me again? Would I like that? I believed I would.
He was Adonis, his body solid muscle, his erection visible at long last and rock hard, long and thick. He places himself between my spread legs. I reach forward and touch him when he’s close enough. I trace the contours of his muscular arms and come to rest with my hand behind his neck. I used his neck as leverage to pull him toward me. I was desperate for him to enter me, but also to kiss him. He didn’t kiss me; instead, he pulls my hand from his neck and with one strong hand pins my wrists above my head. It hurt, and it frightened me. He refused to allow me to touch him and he won’t look at me. He allows me no authority. The drunkenness I’d felt from the wine we’d drank was beginning to wear off, and the situation had taken a rather dark turn.
“Kiss me.” I begged. I hoped for a single moment of tenderness, but he yielded not at all.
“Don’t talk.” He commanded. He was stern and disconnected.
For a moment, I considered running. I considered telling him to stop. Truthfully, I hadn’t really wanted to stop. He left my hands above my head and I dutifully held them together in the very spot he left them just as I continued to strain my legs to keep them far apart. Finally, I could feel his dick at the entrance to me, but he wasn’t ready to go inside just yet. He began to rub it up and down, sliding it between my lips and against me in a way that elicited little moans that were involuntary and excited him and me simultaneously.
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