
One moment alone and safe, the next pinned under a masked black stranger. Kathy’s body betrays her as fear twists into shameful, dripping heat in a single heartbeat.
The Intruder
“Who is that…?” Kathy’s voice rose sharply. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” Her heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the masked, powerfully built Black man standing in her hallway. Before she could back away, he closed the distance and slapped her hard across the face. She looked at him in dazed fear, her breath catching in her throat as she realized the danger she was in.
He was on her before she could scream, his heavy, muscular body slamming her to the floor. Kathy gasped as he ripped her panties down her thighs, exposing her. Kathy’s eyes widened as she realized the man’s intent. Horror and shame flooded her when she felt cool air on her slick folds. She was already wet. He wasn’t here to steal. She opened her mouth to cry out for help…


