Woohoo, it's Wednesday again! This week I've decided to share an excerpt from a medieval book I finished writing - yesterday! I think that's close enough to quality for Wip it up Wednesday, surely?
If all goes according to plan, this book will appear in a box set with some AMAZING fellow authors sometime this coming November. In the meantime, here's a teaser...
By the time they had eaten supper, Cassia was dreading another restless night with Anna sleeping at the foot of her bed. So when the Graf asked her whether she would join him for a cup of mulled wine in the study before retiring, she jumped at the chance. Perhaps it would help her sleep.
She sipped the hot, sweet liquid gratefully, enjoying its warmth as it travelled down her throat. It was a moment before she realised that Willhelm was speaking to her. "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening."
"Naughty girl." His tone was light, playful. "I was simply asking you whether you'd given any more consideration to your reward."
I could think of nothing else all day, she wanted to blurt out. Instead, she smiled shyly. "What of it?"
"I am willing to grant you your request to sleep alone tonight, provided you answer me one more question. Truthfully."
Cassia's breath caught in her throat. "Very well."
"Why do you wish to be alone in your bedchamber?"
It was the one question she could not bring herself to answer. Pent up desire made her lash out. "Why do you wish to know? Do you intend to visit me there?"
He shot her a warning look, his icy blue eyes narrowed. "Careful."
"You asked for an honest answer, Sir, and I am giving it! I do not see that it is any of your business, since I am a woman grown! Unless, of course, you wish to use me as your own private whore while I am here?"
Willhelm leapt up and grabbed her wrist so fast that he knocked the empty wine cup from her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he spun her around so that she was standing with her back to him.
As one hand still clasped her wrist, and his other slid to her throat, holding it firmly, Cassia felt his breath hot on her ear as he whispered, "Do not think to taunt me, young lady. I know exactly why you wish to be alone at night, and it has nothing to do with me visiting you. I have had cause to chastise you twice, now, and your reactions were evident. I know you enjoy it when I hurt you. I see how soaking wet you become."
Cassia gasped, her chest heaving, weak-kneed with desire for him. And still he continued.
"Your sweet little cunt is dripping right this moment, is it not, Kleines? You wish to be alone purely so you can indulge yourself, so you can find that blissful release as you remember what it felt like to be over my knee, or up against that tree, my birch rising and falling, rising and falling..."
"Please..." Cassia moaned, "please stop, Sir. No more..."
"Admit it!" he said thickly. "Tell me that I'm right and you can have that release right here, right now. Admit it."
"Yes!" She was almost sobbing. "Yes, that is why—"
The hand he had on her throat slid up to her face, turning it to him as his lips came down on her mouth, hard, cutting off her confession...