Man of War – Excerpt No. 274

That was followed by the sound of her spitting, accompanied by a wet plop. It looked like a piece of uncooked meat, with two neat puncture marks at the centre… She tore a chunk out of me?

“I was enjoying my meal,” Susanna said.

“What are you?” Marc managed to ask as it took all he had to fill his lungs again.

He hoped the question would momentarily distract her. However, the placement of her foot against his spine was precise and purposeful. Any movement filled his vision with crackling bolts of lightning.

“Not so easy, is it?” Susanna taunted.

Brunette courtesan in a corset, holding down a man with her foot. Setting and clothing appropriate for the 16th century Venice parlour at night.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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