Chapter 3 Chapter 3 – Live Wire

The masked intruder took another step, his boots crunching faintly over a shard of broken crystal that had fallen to the floor. The sound was tiny, almost delicate, but in the pitch-black kitchen it rang like a gunshot. Emily lay sprawled on the cold tiles, chest heaving, the ruined camisole twisted around her ribs like a surrender flag. Blood and arousal pooled beneath her hips in a warm, sticky puddle that cooled rapidly against her skin. Inside her, the three jagged shards of 1912 Baccarat glass shifted with every shallow breath, scraping her inner walls with exquisite, merciless precision. Each tiny movement sent fresh sparks of pain-pleasure racing up her spine.   She should have been terrified.   She was.