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THE

GOOD

NEIGHBOR





AN UNEXPECTED THREESOME





TIMEA TOKES





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DEDICATION





To all my lovely readers out there. Remember, no matter what your dreams are (naughty or not), you have everything you need to make them come true.







ACKNOWLEDGMENTS





All characters and events in these stories are purely fictional, therefore any resemblance to real people (living or dead) or events is a coincidence.

Caution: Contains descriptive sex scenes and adult contents.

Strictly 18+





Table of Contents



The Good Neighbor: An Unexpected Threesome

A Special Cup Of Coffee

Her First Secret

Her Secret Admirer

His Secret Love

Other Books By Timea Tokes

About The Author



The Good Neighbor:

An Unexpected Threesome





28th September, 2015

Dear Diary,



My name is Sarah Wilson, and I have a secret to tell. A very naughty one, to be precise. I want to confess something, and I must do it before I change my mind. You know, I have always been the good girl, and I have always done the good thing. The thought or idea of doing anything bad or naughty never even crossed my mind.

Okay, it might have on occasion, but I resisted the urge. I never scratched that particular itch, at least never with the person I wanted to. Instead, I kept my legs crossed whenever I saw a guy who could have been trouble and went for the safe option. I lived a dull and grey life, up until now. But the ‘dark side’ did leave me curious. I always wondered how something bad could be so exciting and erotic.

And then suddenly I was pulled under with such a great force, escaping wasn’t an option – nor was it my desire to get away. I wanted it so badly I could hardly breath. I finally found a part of myself I kept hidden even from myself. You need to know that I didn`t plan any of this, it just happened. I still have no idea how, but it did, and trust me, I wouldn`t change a thing if I could go back. Not even a tiny detail. Well, maybe one thing: I wouldn`t say no to anything.

Because I did, and now that the chance is gone, I regret it so much. All I can do is hope that one day I will get a second chance. But until then, my stories will have to keep me warm and satisfied. Which won`t be difficult, considering that they were once real. A shiver runs through me, and the idea to touch myself right now is very tempting. However, I suppress the urge. Because I have to write down the story. As it happened. And then I can relive it countless times, having the best orgasms I ever had. I am already wet even thinking about my erotic adventures during the past weeks.

But I think I have already gone too far, so let me go back to the beginning of this hot (and very much unforgettable episode of my life).



~o~



1st August, 2015

Dear Diary,



I had a dream last night. A really erotic one, I must admit. It`s not like I haven`t dreamt something like this before, but still it was different. Coz it could easily become reality. And that`s what scares me most. Dreams don’t hurt a soul, but when we are talking about naughty dreams that involve actual people (especially unavailable people), now that’s a totally different thing.

I must have told you before, because he is always on my mind, but just in case: there is this hot guy who lives next door with his wife and two kids. I had a thing for him for the past two years, no matter how guilty it felt. Or maybe that was the reason? You know, I’m not the type of person who would just sleep with anyone, let alone a married man. What was I thinking? And yet, the dream was so real I couldn’t deny how it made me feel. My insides quiver just thinking about it.

How could he have such a strong (and lustful) effect on me, when he clearly isn’t available? Well, his six pack and cheeky smile don’t help, that’s for sure. Nor does his gorgeous pair of crystal-blue eyes. You know the ones that change color whenever they spot you, becoming a dark shade of indigo? Yeah, tell me about it. His unruly blondish-brown curls only add to the whole picture. For some reason, he reminds me of a Greek God, or a sculpture by Michelangelo.

Anyway, things got worse (or better?) yesterday when I arrived home from shopping. He was there, outside their flat, painting the front door. Without his T-shirt! A perfect opportunity for anyone in their right mind to ogle the guy and his muscles. If you ask me in two weeks, I’m sure I wouldn’t be able to tell what color their door is now! You can say I wasn’t paying too much attention to that. Even good girls can look, right? I mean I wasn’t doing anything wrong, was I? Unless a dripping wet pussy and soaked panties are a crime.

He noticed me awkwardly standing there and shot me a mischievous grin. I don’t think I have to tell you how hot and bothered I felt all of a sudden and nearly dropped my bags on the floor. How embarrassing would that have been? I did make enough noise though so he turned towards me, paintbrush in hand. Red, he was painting the door red. God, those eyes... He smiled, waving at me with the brush, wet drops of red liquid hitting the ground. Drip.

Yeah, not sure I only heard the pain drip, but the idea of what else it could have been made me blush. I felt like I should apologize, but then he turned back towards his task, as if nothing happened. Well, nothing happened, so I’m not sure why I was so upset, but I fumbled with my keys, then rushed inside, heart thumping so loudly I`m sure he heard it. And this is how it all began. I could not help thinking about him touching me, following his hands with his tongue… Oh, Sarah, stop it, he is married, for God’s sake.

Aroused and obviously unsatisfied I took a cold shower, ‘helped’ myself and I thought this would do. I was wrong, obviously. Soon enough I drifted off and heard a knock on the door. Realizing that I was only wearing a long T-shirt I wanted to grab some clothes, but the bell rang again, this time repeatedly. Who could it be in the middle of the night? I went to the door, peeped out, and couldn`t believe my eyes. It was him! Suddenly even more aware of what I was wearing (or rather what I wasn`t) I opened the door (just an inch) and asked him in a trembling voice how I could help.

He looked me up and down and my heartbeat accelerated to the sky. Then he told me this time he only came to borrow some potatoes as his wife wanted to cook. Potatoes? Seriously? But I invited him in anyway, being a good neighbor and all. He didn’t need to know I was head-over-heels in love with him. All he wanted was a few potatoes, so that’s what he was about to get. And yet he was so close I could feel his cologne. It reminded me of lemon, raspberries and mint. An intoxicating, almost heavenly combination. Which of course made me want to do not so heavenly things. With him.

I reached for the potatoes, but he grabbed my hand and the vegetables scattered all over the floor. I didn`t mind though. This was like a fantasy come true for me, and I wasn’t about to let my conscience take over. Nobody needs to know, right? He closed the door behind us and pulled me closer to him. So close that I could feel his erection against my bum. This was so hot. Still behind me, he grabbed my T with both hands and started pulling it up, slowly, too slowly. When he finally got rid of it, exposing my breasts and naked ass, I could hear him moan. Or was it me? I wouldn`t be able to tell.

He started placing kisses on my neck, caressing my left breast with one hand, moving the other towards my pussy. He turned me on with everything he did, and I wanted him right there and then. Tried to turn around, but he wouldn`t let me. He pushed me down onto the counter instead and unzipped his trousers in an instant. Holy crap! I let out a sigh when I felt his fingers inside me, moving faster by the minute, until I was unable to take it anymore. I came with such a force I never knew was possible.

But before my orgasm could run its full course I could feel his hand leaving my breast, and I gave out an unsatisfied moan, just to hear him laugh. Realizing what he was going to do next, my breathing hitched in my throat as I waited for his tongue to tease me, torture me.

He didn`t make me wait for long, blowing soft kisses first on the outside of my pussy, then gently biting and licking my clit, nearly making me go over the edge again. Sensing my arousal, he finally gave me what I wanted. His hard cock pushed deep inside me, filling my hole completely. As if his dick was a perfect match for my pussy. I knew it was wrong, I knew I shouldn’t have fucked him, but it felt just right.

His thrusts increased in intensity, and I grabbed the edge of the counter. A few glasses fell on the floor, breaking to a million pieces, but we didn’t care. He set an insane rhythm, and I followed him eagerly to an incredible height, somewhere I rarely went these days. And just when I was about to reach the oh-so-waited orgasm, he stopped, making me beg for more. And I did. And it worked.

I don`t think I have to explain why I woke up refreshed in the morning with a wide smile on my face. Although I did wish it was real, and not just a dream.



~o~



8th August, 2015

Dear Diary,



Well, soon enough my wish came true. Last week I told you about my hot neighbor and what he did to me in that glorifying (and very arousing) dream. And ever since then I tried to be a good girl, I really did. Because that`s the sensible thing to do. But what happened today was far from sensible. Sensual, hot, erotic, arousing, yes, but sensible? No. I still can`t wrap my mind around it, but it happened nonetheless.

It was as if he read my thoughts (well, some of them anyway) or as if by some miracle he felt the same way as I did. Well, I honestly doubt both, but you can still imagine the shock on my face when I came home from work today and saw him painting the door again, this time only in his underwear. I mean, seriously? As if he was asking for attention. Oh, well, I wasn’t going to give it to him, no way.

I tried to find my keys as quickly and quietly as possible, but it didn’t work. Was he waiting for me? As soon as he spotted me, a cheeky smile appeared on his lips, and I swear I wasn`t dreaming this time. He hurried to my door to help, but standing so that I had to brush past him if I wanted to get in. I didn’t really see a way out of this, because if I didn’t fall for his transparent trick, I would be exposed. And yet if I did, my own intentions would become obvious, too. Oh, well, what the heck. As I tried to squeeze through between his tanned and muscular body and the doorframe, he grabbed my arm, with his other hand closing the door again, trapping me literally into his embrace.

I wanted to get away (okay, not that much), but I couldn`t, he wouldn`t let me. Not until he told me what I needed to hear. Making sure his words wouldn`t go without effect, he pressed his bare chest against my side with just enough force that I could feel his muscles tense so close to my already aroused body.

What aroused? I was melting. He never touched me before (well, not in reality I mean), and this sudden boldness was intoxicating. Especially since I was sure we would get caught by either his wife or one of the neighbors any moment. Not that either of us cared though.

He let go of my arm all of a sudden, but just long enough so that he could caress the sensitive spot between my shoulder blades and neck. Bloody Hell, now I know why people think this is the most erotic part of their body. His touch certainly made me shiver, moan, and tremble. And all at the same time, of course. He started to laugh, obviously aware of the effect he had on me, which made me somewhat angry. I wouldn`t move however, even though that time he would have probably let me.

The smile never leaving his face, he slowly leaned closer and I closed my eyes, anticipating his kiss. I mean, that was the logical thing to do. It’s not like I had anywhere to run. And when it didn`t happen, I felt a pang of disappointment, but only till he mentioned his real reason for keeping me hostage. Then I was shocked – and wet, unable to maintain my self-control any more.

He whispered every single word clearly into my ear, so that they would stay with me and make me feel all hot and bothered all over again for hours to come:

“Not here, babe. I will come by later so we can continue our little game. And trust me, it`s going to be the best you`ve ever had”.

He finally let go of me, and I was only a tad but disappointed. I tried to keep my calm, going inside slowly. It wasn’t until I knew I was alone that I let out a small yelp. He was coming over. I wanted to wait for him, I really did, but couldn`t resist taking a quick shower, thinking about all the things he would do to me later. I

felt so aroused that I had to touch myself, not that this made me want him any less, on the contrary. With every stroke, every caress I imagined his fingers and tongue working their magic on my clit and pussy. When I thought about his dick entering me I came as hard and fast as I did in my dream, and hopefully as I would do later on that night…



~o~



As you can imagine, I was so excited that night, and bloody nervous. I`ve never done anything like this in my entire life. And until now I didn`t even know that this is what I have always needed most. To be a bad girl. He was so out of my league being the grey mousy girl as I was, that this could be the perfect opportunity to gain some confidence – to feel like a sexy minx, just for one night. At this point I feel like I would do anything to satisfy him – and myself. There are so many things I`ve never done before, so many things I wanted to try, but never had the chance. And he might just be the one to show me what I`ve been missing.

I put on a black satin dress that hugged my curves in such a way that I even started to feel sexy myself. And aroused, just thinking about his promise. It was going to be the best I`ve ever had. Yeah, there were no doubts about that. I nearly jumped when I heard the bell. Just like in my dream. I rushed to the door, opening it with as much elegance as I could, hoping he wouldn`t notice my embarrassment.

Omg, he was looking even more gorgeous than before, wearing a navy-blue suit with a matching tie and a crispy light blue shirt. It was hard to take it all in and keep my focus, as my knees started to buckle, but somehow I managed to notice the bottle of wine in his hands and the wolfish grin on his face. I wanted to invite him in, but no sound would leave my mouth, so he simply pushed me aside gently, and stepped inside, locking the door behind him.

Before I could say anything, he had me pinned to the wall, kissing my neck, blowing hot air on my already sensitive skin. Seeing me shiver he moved an inch down, then an inch more, kissing me through the thin fabric of my dress, following his mouth with both hands, caressing, kneading. He was carefully avoiding my most sensitive parts, knowing that this would turn me on even more. When he thought that he had played for long enough, he bit down on my right earlobe, which sent shivers all the way down to my pussy, leaving me panting with desire.

The doorbell made me jump once more, and he asked if I was expecting anyone. Still not being able to speak I shook my head, hoping he would take it as a no. The cheeky smile reappeared on his lips when he said:

“It`s okay, because I am.”

And with that he pushed me aside once more, unlocking the door to my greatest shock and horror. I couldn`t see much from behind his back, and only heard parts of the whispers he and this other man exchanged. All this at my house? Seriously? The next thing I knew was that I was being introduced to the other man – who was in fact just as gorgeous as Mike (my neighbor).

“So, this is Dan. Dan, this is Sarah. We are going to have so much fun tonight.”

Mike winked at me, and the other guy smiled. All I could say was a very sophisticated “huh?”. They both laughed at my shock, locking the door again, ushering me towards the bedroom. Okay, so this has always been one of my fantasies, but never actually thought I would end up having sex with two gorgeous guys. And I didn’t even know one of them. Well, not that I knew too much about Mike, either, but still. This, however, only added to my excitement. I knew even then that I wouldn’t need much convincing.

As soon as we reached my room, they stood at my side (one on each), caressing my body wherever the dress let them. It was an intense feeling I must confess, not even near my fantasies or dreams, much better than that. After a while I started to calm down and actually enjoy the situation. I guess they noticed the change in my mood, because they looked at each other, then when Mike nodded, Dan started to pull down my dress, dropping it on the floor, leaving me naked.

They both gasped, and now it was my time to smile triumphantly. I knew the idea to wear nothing underneath would come handy. And after that everything was a blur: hands on my breasts and my ass, tongues everywhere. Gosh, it seriously felt like there were at least ten men in my room, it was so overwhelming. And yet I wouldn`t want them to stop. I was so aroused, feeling like a sex goddess, and they were worshipping me. I didn`t even have to ask, they knew exactly what to do, how and where.

I`ve always been good with my hands and mouth, so gaining some confidence, realizing that I could actually do this, I unzipped their pants, one by one, as slowly and seductively as I could, freeing their impressive members. I had to gasp, because they were just so large and thick. I could feel my pussy pulsate at every touch, I was so close. And they weren’t even inside me yet! Grabbing a cock in each hand, I started licking, sucking, teasing. I ran my tongue along Dan’s shaft, looking up into his soft brown eyes, and he smiled down at me, grabbing my hair and yanking it back a little, positioning me to take in his dick. And I did. But Mike soon became jealous, which in turn made me feel very proud. I took good care of him, too, then I alternated my attention between the two men, until they were both moaning, unable to take it anymore.

And before I knew what was happening, I was on top of Dan, staring into his gorgeous eyes, feeling his erection against my clit, rubbing it so gently. I didn`t see Mike at this point, but I realized soon enough where he was, making my heart skip a beat.

Omg, I never let anyone touch me there! But as he started caressing my butt and I could feel Dan push deep inside me, I lost all my will to object. First I felt Mike`s finger in my ass, and it was tight, but somehow felt so good and even more arousing than anything before. I couldn`t help but moan, and he took it as encouragement. Dan grabbed my hair, just like before, pulling me in a kiss, probably also taking my mind off things a little.

Damn, he was a great kisser. But I didn’t forget about Mike and what he was about to do. I was scared, but I must admit I wanted him to do it nonetheless. Although I feared that it would hurt, when he poured something onto my backside, then slid inside my ass slowly, all I could feel was pure pleasure. As both men did their best to satisfy me, filling me completely, I was rapidly being transported into a whole new world. A world I liked. Very much so.

I wouldn`t be able to tell how many times I climaxed, as I lost count after three. I`m not sure either if we spent minutes or hours with each other, all I know is that Mike was right: this was the best sex I`ve ever had.





A Special Cup Of Coffee

(SAMPLE)





`Don`t worry, this is a first for me, too...`

Ah, is that supposed to comfort me? Very promising. I try to pull on the restraints, but he has tied me up tightly. My heart is pounding, and I can`t see a thing because of the blindfold. All I can do is wait helplessly until he figures out his next move, wondering how could I have gotten myself into this mess. A mere hour ago I was sitting at the bar, minding my own business, drinking heavily, as if there was no tomorrow. Right up to the moment when the bartender offered to make me a special cup of coffee. Which I`m still waiting for, by the way. Just saying. Okay, I wasn`t that naïve to think that we would actually be drinking coffee, cuddling on his couch, no. And as I said, I didn`t want that anyway. I wanted hot, steamy, and kinky sex. And although he hasn`t touched me yet, not in that way anyway, this whole situation is kinky alright.

`Just try to relax and clear your mind…`

He is really getting into this. Does he have a guidebook that he is citing from? I must admit that hearing his voice alone makes me shiver all over. It is sexy as hell, and I can already feel the previous dampness of my thong worsening by the minute. I wonder how long is he going to keep me suspended like this? It`s funny how you lose all of your senses when you can`t see. No kidding! Although I can hear his voice, but only when he allows me to, and I still can`t tell where it`s coming from. For all I know he could be standing in the doorway, ready to lock me in, leaving me to suffer for God knows how long. I sure as hell hope he isn`t planning to make that special cup of coffee right now.

But judging by what he just said, I guess I need to do the opposite. In fact, my mind is the only thing that`s working perfectly well right now. And my survival instincts, of course. I begin to regret that I didn`t listen to my friends. I should have waited for this kind of kink until I knew the guy, let alone trusted him. Oh my God, I don`t even know his name!

`You might feel a little bit cold. Try not to wiggle too much, okay?`

Okay, I was wrong. All my nerves are on edge, and I want to scream from the ice-cold sensation that`s burning my left nipple right now. Little bit cold? Whatever he put on me makes me want to swear and scream, except I can`t. All I can give out is a tiny whimper through my gritted teeth. I want to tell him to stop, to let me go, feeling embarrassed and exposed all of a sudden. But as quickly as the thought forms in the back of my mind, it evaporates just as quickly when he takes my erect nipple into his mouth. His hot, wet tongue is a relief from the ice-cold sensation, and yet it feels a tad bit more painful, maybe because I am more sensitive than I ever was. He bites down gently, and I can feel the coldness on my right nipple, while he is stroking my left one with his tongue. I gasp, getting lost in the mixed sensations of hot and cold, pain and pleasure. But it doesn`t last long, and as much as I wanted him to stop at first, now I wish that he would continue the sweet torture. An involuntary moan leaves my lips, and he lets out a small chuckle.

`Don`t worry, I have only just started.`

His words send a jolt of electricity right down to my lady parts, and I`m sure I blush a little, too. I think about my black strapless dress, the black lace push-up bra and the black high heels scattered around the room. I`m not even sure he is wearing anything right now, as after a few passionate kisses, he moved straight onto the subject. He promised it to be fun, erotic and orgasmic. The last part convinced me, and I`m more and more sure that he is a man who keeps his promises…





Her First Secret

(SAMPLE)





They meet by accident. She dreams about him, afraid to face reality. She keeps it as a secret. Then they meet again and her world turns upside down as he makes her question all the things she once believed in. But is this the first time they go through this? Or were they more than just dreams?



"This is a story about finding love in the most unlikely of places, realizing you lose your chance to be with that person, and then letting fate take its cause until you meet again. There’s also other forces at work; a mystical stranger starts sending Lia online messages and providing inspiration for her to figure her life out. As the past and present clash, a new kind of future for Lia could emerge. While it’s romantic fiction and bares all of its hallmarks, I ultimately want all women to see a part of themselves in Lia. We all dream of a knight galloping in on a white horse, and my book will compel readers to weight up how much of life is fate, and how much of our destiny we create for ourselves."

There are some things you just can’t tell anyone. Sometimes you don’t even admit those things to yourself. You are too scared. You are confused, you don’t want to accept what your heart already knows. Some people call it intuition, some deja vu, others say it is only coincidence. It might only be our mind playing tricks with us. Whatever it is, you push it to the back of your mind, as if you let it manifest, everyone (including yourself) will think you are crazy. And like this you feel safe and secure. You relax, as you managed to convince yourself that nothing is happening, you just imagined it. Until it happens all over again. And again… You can fool yourself once, maybe even twice, but if there is a message out there for you, these signs won’t stop until you listen. And you have to listen very carefully. And when you do, you will get more confused. At first you won’t understand. It will take a lot of time and concentration. Will you ever figure it out completely? Will you ever be able to fill that emptiness within your soul? You know something is missing, something is not quite right. You are looking at a big puzzle, and you can’t see the whole picture yet. All you have are small pieces. Pieces you have to put together in order to understand. In order to fill that hole. In order for these coincidences, deja vus to make sense. And you don’t even have a guide. Some pieces you will put in the wrong place. Several times. Until you find where they belong. And then you start over with the next one. And the one after that. Until you get halfway through. And then another piece shows up, which fits in completely – in the middle of the picture, where you already placed a different piece. And adding the new one to it, the picture changes dramatically. You start questioning yourself. You discover that you can put the pieces together in lots of different ways, and get different pictures. This time you work faster. Maybe you can even finish it. This is the point when you get excited, and look forward to the result. You are proud of yourself. You might even be able to put two-three different pictures together. But until then you only have pieces. Until then you have to believe that you will have the whole puzzle at some point. You need to have faith. Faith to carry on solving the biggest riddle of your life. I think I made it pretty obvious what (or who) is the center piece in my puzzle. At first I did the obvious: ignored it. I thought he can’t be. Cause if he was, I wouldn’t be able to fill that hole. He was gone and wasn’t coming back. Or so I thought. From time to time I thought I saw his smile in crowds. Of course by the time I looked back, he was gone. I was pretty sure it was my imagination. I could live with that. At least I had the gift of "seeing” Him with my mind’s eyes. Over and over again. Until it got too much. I couldn’t take it any more. Every time I "saw” Him, my heart broke a little. It wasn’t enough any more. I wanted it all..





Her Secret Admirer

(SAMPLE)





He knows everything about her. She doesn’t know anything about him. Or does she? Is he a stalker? Or a secret admirer? A ghost maybe? The man of her dreams? Or her worst enemy? Can she survive reality? And what about her dreams?

I hear the howling again, so I run faster. I can only hope that I will escape. I think I never ran so fast in my entire life. Well, I never had to run for my life either. In my mind I already pictured the end: the beast catching up with me and stealing my last breath while its claws dig deep into my skin. I want to scream, but then he would know where I am. I managed to hide till now, why would I give up? I am scared, but – strangely – the closeness of death fills me with another, unfamiliar feeling. It is so unnerving, and yet it keeps me going somehow. I don’t remember if I ever felt so much fear, and yet excitement at the same time. Yes, I think that’s it. I am thrilled, maybe because so much is at stake. Or maybe because this whole thing could end right here and right now. No more running, no more hiding. Living in fear is worse than death itself. Never knowing who comes after you next, what sick joke he is playing with you this time. I escaped so many of his minions. I think he underestimated me. I don’t blame him. I underestimated myself, too. I didn’t know what I was capable of in order to survive. Now I know. And I am not proud of it. But still, at least I am alive. I could blame myself for the things I’ve done to come this far. Yes, I could, easily. And I did, for a long time. But with time I had to realize that I didn’t have a choice. Of course, if He was here with me, everything would be different. We would go through this together, escape the marquee’s evil plan. It would be easy. But this is not how it happened. God, I don’t even know if Lorian is still alive or not. I haven’t seen him since the fire. Everything happened so quickly, and they came after me. I can still feel the heat, their eyes on me, when they broke into the room and tried to kill me. I could hardly breath from the smoke, or see from my tears. I didn’t have anything to fight them with, and that was what scared me most. I was vulnerable. I didn’t understand that time. I didn’t know why were they after me. Now I know...





His Secret Love

(SAMPLE)





He sends her messages, pretending to be a friend. But can he ever be more? Or will the truth ruin everything? Living a life of misery, only dreams of the past can help him reclaim his lost future. Which path will he chose? Join him on the journey towards his destiny, as he has his own story to tell…

I open my eyes, but instead of the empty cell walls I can see her smile. Is this an illusion? Or am I dead and this is what heaven feels like? I cannot feel any pain any more, so it must be the latter. I close my eyes again, enjoying the blissful feeling her soft hands are giving me, caressing my face ever so gently. I want to moan, cry, laugh and scream at the same time, but all I can manage is a weak cough. And then all the pain comes back. Not that I care. Not this time. When I realize what’s happening I want to ask her so many questions, but she simply nods, a small smile appearing on her lips. Her gaze burns my skin, moving up and down, as if trying to take every detail in before I disappear. Then her eyes rest on my bruised wrists and I can hear her gasp – not from pleasure this time. I wish she didn’t have to see me like this. Probably this is one of Alex’s new tricks. I couldn’t care less. Now that I know that she is safe. And she doesn’t seem to be hurt either. Unless… No, I can’t think of that right now. If he did something to her, he is a dead man. I will make sure of that. But for now, I have to tell her to run. I try to speak, but her eyes return to mine, and her look makes me shut up. I think she knows what’s on my mind, and she is not having it. She can be stubborn, but this time I have to be just as strong.



“I will get you out of here.”

It takes me a second to realize what she is saying.

“What? No… you… must leave me here and… run… For our son. Please…”

My voice is barely a whisper, and she doesn’t reply, just continues her mission to free my hands from the chains.

“Please…”

I’m pleading with her. I want her to be safe and far away from here. Her face is next to mine as she answers, too busy to look up:

“I’m not going anywhere without you. Don’t even try to convince me.”

I let out a small sigh, and the coughing starts again. She stops for a second, obviously alarmed.

“Please, I just want you to be safe.”

I manage to whisper as the pain eases a bit. She looks at me and this time I realize the tears that cover her face.

“How could I live without you? And our son? Do you think he could live without his father? So please do me a favor and save your energy for the way out, instead of wasting it on trying to convince me.”

She can hardly finish the sentence through her sobs, but I do understand it. All this time the only thing I thought about was to get her out of here, to get her into safety, no matter what. But the actual thought of losing her has always been unbearable. I know that I wouldn’t be able to live without her, even if I got out of here alive. But the thought didn’t cross my mind that she might feel the same. Somehow I thought that our son will compensate her for the loss. Judging from her expression, I was wrong. This fills me with pride and joy, as I realize that she can’t live without me either, but makes me feel sad, too, as I know I have very little chance of surviving this battle. A triumphant smile appears on her lips and she asks me if I can move my arms. I nod weakly, trying to hide the agony even the slightest movement is causing me. But with her, nothing goes unnoticed. She helps me stay on my feet, and when she thinks I am stable enough, she moves on to her next target. I watch intently as her tiny hands grab the chains, pulling at them ever so gently, afraid to hurt me, looking for a way to take them off. I think I fall in love with her a little more that moment...





Other Books by Timea Tokes:





Paranormal Romance:

Her First Secret

Her Secret Admirer

His Secret Love

Their Last Secret (Coming soon)



Erotic Short Stories:

A Special Cup of Coffee – Pain and Pleasure

The Bucket List

The Bucket List 2 - Damsel in Distress

My Hitch-Hiking Valentine

Blue Highlights



Follow Timea Tokes on:

www.timeatokes.com





Coming Soon:



Their Secret Love

The Good Neighbor - Tied up by the Knight

The Good Neighbor - Guilty Pleasures





About The Author





Once upon a time, in an era of mass production, media and all, there lived a little girl who still believed in fairy tales, that the good must defeat evil. Hence she refused to grow up, helping people discover themselves and the true meaning of values on her way. Values that are long forgotten. Her task hasn`t been easy, but she enjoys the process. And she doesn`t want to stop there. She wants to create something that tells the story. A story that everyone can relate to. A story that helps people find out who they really are, where they really belong. And most importantly: what truly matters. So she started to write it all down. And she wouldn`t stop until it`s complete. If it will ever be complete...It all started with a dream…

Timea Tokes is a self-published author of paranormal romance and erotica. She was born in Hungary in 1987, and has been writing since a very young age. Although her mother tongue is Hungarian, her passion for books, writing and reading in English started when she was 10. Dracula was one of the first books that she read in its original form, and one that has had a huge impact on her relationship to the supernatural. She also has great interest in the medieval times. It is no surprise that her first series is paranormal romance, which is based on a mixture of dreams and reality, where she combines a medieval setting (dreams) with the present. In fact, it all started with a dream for her, quite literally, as the original idea for her story came from a recurring dream that she had when she was 16.

Apart from paranormal romance, she has written many poems, both in English and Hungarian, as well as short stories, including steamy erotica. Writing has always been her most treasured dream, as well as helping others achieve their own dreams. As she put it:

“I ultimately want all women to see a part of themselves in Lia (the protagonist of Her First Secret). We all dream of a knight galloping in on a white horse, and my book will compel readers to weight up how much of life is fate, and how much of our destiny we create for ourselves.”

Her stories are available to purchase via Amazon, both in kindle and paperback format.

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