Before Dancer, after Little Miss Fuck and Run, Harold Renegade meets Whisperer, a woman he thinks he can trust. But will he blow the whole thing up due to rash behavior? Will Whisperer succeed in dragging out the part of him he’s been suppressing? Harold Renegade finds himself in bed with Whisperer, brandishing a knife at Dancer’s current fling.
Harold Renegade – hiding out from dangerous, spooky men stalking him for what he knows about events a decade prior – finds himself involved in drama all revolving around a super hot 21 year old yoga dancer. Riled up by this woman physically as well as emotionally, he finds himself – and his rivals – armed and dangerous, all prepared to fight for this woman.
He stepped forward bringing his lips to barely touch mine again, “You want that, don’t you… You were scared at first, but now you’re excited… Tell me, Natalie. Tell me again what you want.”
I looked into his eyes, starting to get breathless again. “I… I want…” I couldn’t force my brain to work, shivering as his fingers slid up my arms.
“You need to tell me, dancer,” he whispered against my lips, lifting his hands into my hair.
“I want you to spank me,” I wasn’t sure I’d actually said it until his smile reached his eyes.
I heard a whimper escape my throat but he quieted me by slipping his fingers into my hair. “I can’t just do this a bit, dancer. Wanting this from me is wanting all of me. Doing this with me isn’t just playing a game… It means you’re mine. I think you ought to think about that.” His fingers traced the edge of my face. “If you want to be my girl…”
His eyes were so dark, they barely held any color, and my whole body trembled. Excitement, nerves, fear… I’m not sure what I was feeling, but as he let go of my arm, I had to force my knees not to buckle beneath me. His lips were right there, I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn’t move. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to do something.
A classic Heartbreaker. Harold Renegade meets a new one. But who breaks who? In this game, there’s always a winner and a loser, but with no rules, it’s up to each to decide who wins and who loses.
It’s a game you play with people. It’s like playing an instrument, really. It’s how the most beautiful music is played. Men playing women, women playing men. People playing each other. No one ever really knows who is gaming who.
Harold Renegade finds himself way over his head. A tale of love, lust, and betrayal.