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Tuesday, August 24, 2004

CHAPTER 17

CHAPTER 17 - Inside Comment

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At 7:08 PM, Blogger Cat said...

CHAPTER 17


. As she reached out her hand, the heady scent of her perfume forewarned him and he opened his eyes.

“Did I send for you m’lady?”

She presented him with one of her most provocative smiles. “You wanted me, m’lord,” she answered, letting her hand trail along his upper leg.

“I could have you beaten for your impertinence.”

“I would treasure each kiss of the lash that came from your strong hand.”

“Would you?”

“Oh, yes. And beg for more.”

He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her face close to his and kissed her—long and hard. Then he pulled her into the tub, unmindful of the damage to her clothes. After a few minutes, the clothes lay in a wet heap on the floor.

Cassea seethed. It wasn’t fair. She would be much better for him than that trollop would. She just needed a chance to show him. Maybe if Zela were out of the way he would turn to her for comfort. She would visit the herb mistress. She would know which mushrooms she needed for her potion.

She turned her attention back to Mikelle. He was moaning now, under Zela’s expert attention. She watched until she heard his final shudder of ecstasy before slipping from the room. Two could play that game. She would find her own partner for release, then she would take care of the Zela slut for good.

She slipped down the back stairs of the castle and out the side door. The soldiers were housed in a separate building. She located the page she wanted and stated her errand.

“Tell Squire Marcus, Mistress Cassea has an important message to deliver.”

“Yes, m’lady.

“Tell him to meet me in the garden.”

“Yes, m’lady.

She walked to the end of the garden and waited. She knew it wouldn’t be long. She was right. Ten minutes after she left the page, she saw Marcus moving toward her down the path. He was big—over six foot. A lady’s man—handsome and virile—reputed to be a fierce lover. She leaned against a tree in a classic pose of innocence. He approached with caution—wary of her intentions.

“You had a message for me?” he asked.

“I saw you ride in,” she answered. “You looked so strong. My knees went weak. I must confess, I desired you.”

At first, he didn’t react, just looked at her. Then, a slow grin stretched his lips wide across his perfect teeth. He placed his hand beside her head and leaned forward. “You’re a beautiful woman. Might I be so bold as to ask you to walk with me in the garden?”

She looked down as if confused or shy—again playing the maiden. “I’d feel very safe with such an honorable man as yourself.”

He took her arm, leading her further into the garden—away from the light of the firelight. Once they were in the dark, seen only by the light of the full moon, he stopped. Turning, he took her into his arms, held her close, and lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips parted in blatant invitation. He accepted her invitation, invading her body and her emotions in a way no man ever had. He was a warm and gentle lover—then ravished her, plundering her treasures with a vengeance. She relished the tenderness, but coveted the pain, holding it to her like a sacred gift. When it was over, they were exhausted and spent—fulfilled.



Tony knocked at Cassandra’s door. Not that he had any real hope of seeing her. Why would she trust him? This would never work.

“Who is it?”

“Cassandra, its Tony. Could I talk to you?”

“Are you here for Michael?”

“No. I’m here for myself. Please, I just want to talk. We had far more in common than you know.”

To Tony’s amazement, the door opened and Cassandra stepped aside.

 

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