The Penance List by @SCCunningham @rararesources #Excerpt #PsychologicalThriller

The Penance List

This one comes with a warning – a steamy suspense-ridden psychological thriller – think Silence of the Lambs meets 50 Shades and hold on tight! S C Cunningham writes with a skilled mix of fuelled tension, dark humour and pulsating sex scenes. Grab a glass of wine, close the bedroom door and read alone!

The Penance List - Ebook

What happens when opposites attract – when a scorned childhood sweetheart grows into a gorgeous sexual tour de force – when a fun loving career girl, her racy girlfriends and insatiable lovers get caught in his revenge – when sex becomes a weapon, hearts become bait and straight tastes gay – when hi-flying careers, clandestine affairs and wannabe starlets are hunted by celebrity hungry press? Obsession, kidnap, murder… and he’s just getting started!

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(Warning: explicit sexual content and scenes that some readers may find disturbing)

  • Day Three, Apartment, Chelsea, London.
    Taking a moment to get his breath back, he stood over the mattress, took a leisurely
    sip of wine and stared down at her beautiful glistening body, pinned out, star-shaped, waiting for his attention. The delicious vulnerability made him hard.
    Click, click.
    With a Cheshire cat smile she closed her eyes, rocked her head back, stretched limbs against bindings, arched her back and lifted hips towards him in invitation. He grinned, his angel wanted more.
    The camera’s soft shutter noise mimicked her quick intake of breath, as he obliged.
    Click, click.
    Long legs pinned wide, he trailed expert fingers across the delicate skin of her inner
    thigh, his strong hand cupped her pubic bone, putting just the right amount of exquisite pressure on her swollen clit. Without warning, he hardened his grip and shunted her body up the mattress, she yelped with pleasure.
    Leaning low over her chest, he breathed in the heady smell of their sex and blew
    teasing warm air across bruised, aching, hardening nipples. Her body arced and her mouth fell open in muted cry. He was good, very good.
    How many times had he made her come these past three days…twenty, thirty? He’d
    lost count. He flicked on the spotlights, the white plastic covered mattress lit up like a boxing ring…now his turn.
    Hooking a finger into her mouth, he tugged on her lower jaw and yanked her face
    towards him. She snapped her teeth closed, not letting him go, hungrily sucking and circling his finger with her wet tongue.
    Click, click.
    She could tell from his breathing that he was getting hard again. Opening her eyes she looked up into his handsome, sexy face. His robe had fallen open, his beautiful hard cock swayed overhead, she released the finger and grinned, unable to resist. Lifting her head, she took him in her mouth.
    Click, click.
    He let his head rock back with a sigh, why hadn’t she wanted him before, when he
    needed her? It was sad, he would miss her, but after twenty years of waiting it was time to finish their dance.
  • Something glistened on the bedside table, catching her eye. Twisting her head
    sideways, she strained toward it, pulling the shimmering metal into focus… what is it? Her heart stopped, his cock slipped from her gaping mouth.
    Click, click.
    A neat row of surgical instruments lay on a silver tray, his tools of torture set out in an orderly fashion, soldiers ready for duty, their polished blades shimmering in the light.
    Her eyes flicked to his, questioning.
    Click, click.
    He stared down at her, studying her reaction as if a rat in a science lab. With cold,
    calm, knowing, he gave a gentle nod of his head and smiled. She’d guessed right.
    Her mind raced, the realization of what he had in mind pumped sobering adrenaline through her body…. fuck, how could I have been so stupid?… and I let him truss me up like a Christmas turkey… shit, shit, shit!
    “Jesus, David, what are you doing?” her rasping whisper barely audible.
    With all that had been going on, she should have known it was a trap. She’d seen his work; she knew what he did to his victims. He didn’t love her, he hated her. It was all a lie.
    She pulled on the ropes.
    Click, click.
    ‘Let me out of here, NOW!’ she screamed.
    He calmly picked up a bottle of red wine, stretched his arm out high over her head and poured. The heavy torrent of liquid crashed down onto her face, filling her open mouth, silencing it to a gurgling splutter. She gasped with shock, drawing a mouthful of the vinegary fluid to the back of her throat, blocking, engorging, she couldn’t swallow.
    She tried to cough up, but the liquid kept on coming, more and more. The overflow
    quickly filled her nostrils and ran down her face, collecting in a pool beneath her head. Acidic splashes burnt eyes and panic clambered her body. Her heart thumped high in her chest, her lungs tightened, she couldn’t fill them… no air, he’s drowning me, the sick bastard!
    “Swallow, darling, swallow, it’s a delicious little Chateauneuf-du-Pape; you mustn’t
    waste it,” he laughed.
    “This is just for starters, don’t worry, you’ll be conscious, able to enjoy the fun, just
    like I did when he took me. But of course you knew that… didn’t you my angel, you
    conspired with him.”
    A painful image of himself as a seven year old boy flashed his eyes. Bent over the
    Headmaster’s desk, knuckles white with fear, holding on for dear life, legs dangling, shorts gathered at ankles. His tear-swollen face scrunched with dread, biting his lip, trying not to cry out and make it worse.
    He bore through the pain as the old man tore into him, praying for the strange
    grunting noises to come quickly, the sign that he would soon stop.
  • Her scream broke his thoughts. The wine bottle was empty.
    “Bastard,” she spluttered, pulling arms and legs, ropes see-sawing cuts into her skin.
    He dropped the bottle on the bedside table and picked up his beloved camera, he liked to document before and after shots of his victims. The courage of this quarry amused him; she fought harder than the others. It was a shame, he would miss her. She was his angel… fallen, but his.
    Click, click.
    She looked good when angry, but her screaming would attract attention. He smashed her hard and fast, his punch angled up and under the rib cage. It had the desired effect; she passed out, silence.




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Author Bio –

British Crime Investigator & Crime Writer, Siobhan C Cunningham creates steamy psychological thrillers and kick-ass paranormal romance with a skilled mix of fuelled tension, dark humour, and pulsating sex scenes. Having worked in the very industries she writes about, her novels offer a fresh level of sincerity and authority, rare in fiction.

An ex-model, British born of Irish roots, she married a rock musician and has worked in the exciting worlds of music, film, sports celebrity management and as a Crime Investigator for the British Police (Wanted & Absconder Unit, Major Crime Team, Intelligence Analyst, Investigations Hub).

Abducted as a child, she survived; and every night for months afterward, she prayed to God, asking for a deal. This personal journey sparked the fuse behind the intriguing and riveting fictional world she portrays in The Fallen Angel Series. Twenty years later she crossed paths with a violent serial attacker who haunted the streets of London, the seed for The David Trilogy was sown, book one is The Penance List, and has been adapted to film screenplay.

She is the proud mother to contemporary Artist Scarlett Raven and is owned by three dogs.

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