The Better to Eat You With

By Natasha Moore

Did Red Riding Hood get the story wrong when she said her grandmother had been eaten by a wolf? When Nicholas Wolfe surprises Elise at her lonely house in the forest, she decides to use him for sex like he did with her years ago. They didn't want the same things from life back then, but Wolfe is bent on convincing Elise now to give him another chance.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Natasha Moore
• Release date: Aug 29, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201706692

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The Better to Eat You With

Did Red Riding Hood get the story wrong when she said her grandmother had been eaten by a wolf? When Nicholas Wolfe surprises Elise at her lonely house in the forest, she decides to use him for sex like he did with her years ago. They didn’t want the same things from life back then, but Wolfe is bent on convincing Elise now to give him another chance.

Chapter One

Elise knelt in her flower garden, annoyed at the restlessness that crawled under her skin. The varied petals of yellow, lavender, fuchsia and baby blue usually brought her joy. But as she pulled the weeds from the edge of the flower bed, her solitude weighed heavily on her shoulders. She loved her house in the forest, normally enjoyed being alone, doing as she pleased, when she pleased. She’d taken care of herself for a long time and she was proud of it.

As a writer of children’s books, she already had a solitary occupation. She’d drive into town to visit friends from time to time.  She kept up with an internet gardening group. Her daughter and granddaughter would visit often to keep her company.  But sometimes she craved a different type of company.

She glanced around the corner of the flower bed, at the path her granddaughter liked to take to visit, the one that cut through the stand of trees behind the neighbors’ properties. Rachel, nicknamed Red, was the bright spot in her life, but there was no sign of the little girl in the crimson hooded cape she loved to wear. Elise could barely see the white railing of her nearest neighbor’s back porch through the trees. Could barely think about anything but the need running rampant through her body.

The sun beat down on Elise’s back as she knelt amid the colorful flowers. The pungent scents hung heavy in the air around her, like an exotic perfume that stirred her senses. Sweat rolled down her neck in thin trickles and gathered between her breasts. There was no breeze that morning. The air was as stagnant as her life had become.

Her skin began to prickle with the heat, tingles danced along the surface. She should be used to it by now—the heat, the loneliness—but for some reason today was different. The heat seemed to get under her skin.  Bees buzzed around the peonies and the drone thrummed through her body.