Mending Walls

By Jill Robi

Two people find themselves in destructive relationships, and then, they eventually find each other. An interracial romantic fiction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jill Robi
• Release date: Feb 10, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458024114

Jill Robi

Writer. Journalist. Creator.Jill Robi is a Chicago native and Columbia Chicago graduate. With a BA in fiction writing, she is a self-proclaimed geek, avid comic-con attendee, cosplayer, and professional karaoke singer.Jill is a seasoned writer, predominantly known for her interviews. She has worked for Unite4:Good magazine, where she cut her journalistic teeth with legend Dionne Warwick, a plethora of CEOs and various musical talent.A freelancer, she continues to work for the Sugar Gamers and The Geek Initiative as press and film critic.Currently, Jill has just finished her third novel, THE GOOD SOLDIER (available on Amazon), and is now working on her fourth novel. Not keen on being traditional, it is also her fourth, vastly different genre to write in [street contemporary]. Though she favors pop-fic and chick lit, Jill also likes to write poetry, noir, and sci-fi/fantasy. She particularly loves exploring character studies.She writes first and foremost for her own entertainment. She hopes that by sharing her work with the world, she can also achieve the entertainment and enjoyment of others as well.

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Mending Walls

By Jill Robi

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Will held up the handcuffs and intently looked at Casey’s large, green eyes, marveling at her. Her recently cropped, blonde hair grazed her bare, porcelain shoulders; he longed to kiss her there.

Do you trust me?

With wide eyes, she looked at him with his floppy, dirty blond hair in desperate need of a cu, and his trusting blue eyes.

Never.

Will gave a rueful smile at that.

I figured as much, he said as he sat up a bit, closing one of the cuffs around his right wrist. The metal was cool against his skin.

But I trust you. You could hit me, hurt me… He clicked the other cuff in place, jaw tense. Set me on fire if you liked. That’s the point of this game: the potential danger, the thrill. He looked at her. She was staring down at his now cuffed wrists. He lay back, arms over his head. But I know you won’t hurt me. It’s just the idea of it that’s fun, love. Everyone has a fantasy. Nothing wrong with that. While you’re up there having your wicked way, you can tell me yours.

She hesitantly moved under the blanket until she was over him, straddling his hips. She looked down at him, brow furrowed, hands resting on the center of his pale chest. She didn’t love him, but she did love to look at his body.

You really trust me that much? she asked disbelievingly.

I love you that much, so yeah, trust you with my everything.

She shook her head.

That’s not the same, Will.

Can’t have love without trust, can you?

Will moaned, lids lowering slightly as she lifted up and sunk down on him.

I’m alone somewhere. Walking in the park. Or in a club, maybe, she started, her voice soft and her body undulating with care.

Yeah? Will asked, just above a whisper.

And you come up behind me. I try to resist you, but I don’t mean it.

He smirked at her. You never mean it.

And you take me from behind, she panted out, head rolling back as she picked up the pace.

He groaned, fingers clenching, wanting to touch her, silently cursing