***FREE SAMPLE***If looking for a unique no holes' barred contemporary #Damie relationship with love scenes so hot it scorches the page and draws you in, check out this explosive exposé. It unfolds from October 2014 before the final scenes of Fifty...
A/N Took time away from #LoveScenes to finish The Fall, Erotic one shot. The story has now been completed. The opening chapter has been added to this story. For Jamie Dornan fans wanting more of this #PaulSpector fanfic, it can be found at - www.wattpad.com/story/54048553
#TheFall that this fanfic is based on has images that shock, revolt yet entice and lure viewers into a moral paradox. *Trigger warning* Moral ambiguity, sexual and violent content, read on at your own discretion... AS xoxo
Introduction: Erotic one shot featuring Paul Spector and Katie Benedetto, babysitter of Olivia and Liam Spector. Paul, loving father, husband and grief counsellor by day and serial killer by night has evaded the PSNI and Metropolitan Police Superintendent Stella Gibson for weeks. The net Stella has cast is closing in, as Paul is finally identified as the prime suspect. He increases the stakes by turning to Katie...
CHAPTER ONE: theNIGHTMARE
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It was pitch black. Darkness and fog wrapped chilly tentacles around Katie as she power-walked away from the crime scene in hushed converse. The eerie quiet of residential University Quarter was pierced by the pounding of rubber sole boots no more than five feet behind her. Katie glanced back but could not make out the form of the person who was closing in fast. Taking the scenic route home, she pulled out her unregistered mobile phone surreptitiously sending two texts on the small screen that glowed in the dark. She made sharp turns, keeping a gruellingly brisk pace.
Within minutes Katie reached a fork in the road. Whoever was tailing her was probably two feet away. Without speaking a word, she accepted two thumb drives with the efficiency of a competitive relay runner accepting a baton in the crucial last leg of the race. The two figures she received the drives from dissolved into the night walking soundlessly in opposite directions from her turn into Edison Avenue. The two figures were unseen by her pursuer.
Perspiration beaded on Katie forehead and body under her heavy jacket. Like a fox burrowing deep into hole, a hair breadth away from snarling razor sharp teeth of hounds, Katie fished keys from her pocket and darted into the red and brass door numbered sixteen Edison Avenue.
The bright entrance hallway caused her to squint as heat from the central heating smacked her right in the face. After the chill outside, the heat inside was stifling. Pulling down the hoodie from her thick mane of brunette hair, she ran noiselessly up the carpet covered narrow staircase, her pace quickening as she drew nearer to her bedroom.
