Their Winter Courtesan

Their Winter Courtesan Ella Vines Published: 2011 ISBN: 978-1-936950-59-1

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Chapter One

Cornwall—January 10, 1785

“It will be fine, Lucinda. They’re all gentlemen, as you know. Others have done the same—Lila Ross and Johanna Smits, though not with these men but with others.” “I know. It's just, well, unorthodox. I'm used to having my patron, and I don't know how entertaining five men will be.” Lucinda's smile trembled. “Besides, for all my bluster, I'm new at this, you know.” Rae wiggled her eyebrows and smirked as she banged on the door of the castle, the brass knocker resounding under her fingers. “I dare say we can handle this and we will enjoy it.” She squeezed Lucinda's arm. Clouds glided across the moon and dark sky, and the carriage that had brought them juddered down the lane. The sound of the sea crashing into the rocky coastline just out of sight made Lucinda shiver with its force. The gray castle loomed in front of them like a forgotten fortress. Spires pierced the sky, as did twisted crosses. They stood alone. Rae had been Lucinda's best friend the few months she’d been a courtesan.

Rae’s benefactor, Lord Marshall, had asked the two of them to join him and his friends, all wealthy noblemen at his home, Castle Greymar, in Cornwall, for the month of January. He’d promised they’d be well paid for their entertainment. “I know your conversation and company would be far above that of others, and Rae thinks it might be fun,” Lord Marshall had said last year, in Covent Garden, at an evening party. His manner had reassured Lucinda, as well as the high regard others had had for him. But now, her qualms came rushing back at the sight of the forbidding edifice. Her benefactor, Lord Hugo Cranston, would be there as well, and had arrived a week prior to settle in. Lucinda understood she was to spend time with all five men. Her heart bumped in her chest at the thought, and her hands grew clammy. She had lived as Hugo's courtesan for only a few weeks. Though her training had come under the direction of a French courtesan, and though she thought he was pleased with her, the idea of performing and pleasing five men seemed quite formidable. The door opened and a handsome man stood there. “My dear ladies, welcome. Please join us in the drawing room. I'm Marcus Rawlings.” He handed Lucinda an enormous bunch of wild purple orchids and Rae a spray of crimson roses. “Thank you, Marcus.” Lucinda curtsied as Rae mumbled in kind, and he nodded. “Flowers for the lovely women who’ve consented to be with us for the next few weeks at Castle Greymar.

We’ll be forever in your debt.” He smiled at them, his black hair silver-streaked, glinting under the chandelier in the entry way. The house was forbidding with dark walls and ornate marble flooring and statues were scattered everywhere. They walked on either arm down a long, drafty hall. “You must be famished after your journey. We have refreshments in the parlor.” Lucinda perked up at the thought of food and drink, but she shivered as they made their way down the drafty entry hall, as the eyes of old men in painted portraits appeared to follow her. A mournful howl from somewhere close by did nothing to improve her fearful mood. She, usually so confident, was reduced to a ball of nerves. “Ladies, in a few minutes, we will be joined by your fellow guests residing for the month here. Then we shall play some cards, read poetry, play music—whatever tickles our fancy.” They walked into a plush room decorated in gold and white. Ornate claw foot furniture filled the room as a card table along with a harp and a piano beckoned from the perimeter. Tables were heaped with pastries, bonbons, rolls and what she supposed was choice roast beef. Marcus motioned for them to be seated. He served them from the silver tea service. Lucinda knew his deference indicated his respect for them and their coming to the castle. She admired his tanned hands and nimble fingers. He was every inch the gentleman.

Her spirits lifted at the familiar sights in this forbidding place. Marcus offered them hot tea with sugar and cream as well as all manner of refreshment. “I trust your journey was easy?” “It was, my lord. Thank you for inquiring.” Lucinda gave him a slow, easy smile, her nerves settling as she sat in this warm room with its scent of lavender. “Ah, here they are.” Marcus stood as four other men entered. Marcus Rawlings swept his arm out as if to indicate for the men to be seated. “Of course you both know Lord Hugo Cranston and Lord John Marshall.” He smiled and raised his eyebrows. Lucinda's breath came faster when she saw Hugo sink into the couch, lolling, looking at her through narrowed eyes. As his companion, he had barely touched her thus far. Instead, he spent hours discussing current events and his other interests of hunting and science. Being a courtesan, Lucinda used her listening skills to flatter him, and he told her he enjoyed her company and her beauty as well. She sensed Hugo had secrets, but she was drawn to him and exulted in calling him her client and benefactor. Women all over London wanted him, admiring his blond hair, sharply angled face and scar on his forehead. It was an angry red mark that only served to make him unforgettable and a bit menacing. A story of his mother burning him as a young man in a fit of crazed rage made the rounds of gossip, but Lucinda often wondered about the truth. She nodded and curtsied at Rae's benefactor, John Marshall. He had a mop of brown hair that wasn’t covered in a wig. He grinned and waved. He seemed friendly

enough, but always acted a bit awkward in a crowd. Rae said he was kind, and that mattered most to Lucinda. She soon realized none of the men wore wigs, and she was glad to see them in such casual fashion. “And these gentlemen you perhaps don’t know yet.” Marcus indicated the two men on the other side of the room. “This is Lord Thomas Law.” Lucinda took in the man's flaming red hair and tanned skin. His green eyes stood out in his face, and his looks took her breath away. She imagined sharing a bed with him, and it caused her to blush. He smirked at her, but not unkindly as he approached. It felt as if he had seen into her inner thoughts. She composed her face as he took her hand, kissing it with warm lips. “He's quite something, isn't he?” Rae murmured, squeezing her other hand. Lucinda ignored her friend as another man stood and walked over. “And this is the Earl of Westing, Nolan Royce.” Stopping just short of them, the man bowed deeply, the light glinting off of his golden-brown curls. “It is a pleasure, my dear.” “The pleasure is all mine, I'm sure.” Lucinda smiled, arching one brow. He took his time kissing her hand, causing warm waves to run through her. Wearing an affable grin, John said, “Well, let's have some champagne. And I thought we might have entertainment as well if you aren't too worn out from your journey.” “Certainly not, my lord.” Lucinda replied, taking the crystal glass of bubbly liquid. Thomas Law made his way to her side on the small sofa.

“Did you hear about the fellows who crossed the Channel a few days ago in a hot air balloon?” His eyes were alight with excitement. “I certainly did. What a daring feat!” Lucinda smiled as she sipped champagne. “I can only imagine the things in store for mankind. Ah, it's a bit of fun, but I imagine someday men shall otherwise fly.” He winked, the light glowing off his blond hair. “I am sure you are correct. Man is nearly unlimited in his capability for invention.” “And woman, I dare say.” Thomas lifted one side of his mouth, and his smile warmed her. She somehow knew instantly he would be an ally here and made up her mind then and there to get to know him better. “May we have a song? I hear from Hugo you are talented with the harp, Lucinda.” Thomas Law spoke again, handing her another glass of champagne. She nodded in agreement, and he took her arm, helping her up from the sofa and leading her, pulling her close to his side as they walked to the harp. The sense of a kindred nature flooded through Lucinda and she smiled. “Ah, yes. I play in an average manner.” “Then please do.” His warm hand touched hers, and she caught her breath. It had been so long since a man had fascinated her on first meeting such as Thomas did now.

She sat at the harp, all gazes on her. Lucinda was glad to have worn her finest peach silk sack dress—the one that set off her wide green eyes to advantage, her pale skin and dark brown hair as well. Her small bust also stood out in the dress. It had been a good choice. She made it through a Bach set to much clapping and approving chatter. Hugo stood. “Now we have a game proposed in fun by John.” Hugo smiled, but it looked more like a grimace. “Oh, I love games!” Rae clapped, but Lucinda's stomach dropped. She plastered a smile on her face. Hugo looked at Rae, and she stopped her cheering. “Each man will kiss you two. The kisses will decide many things about this month. We won't say which.” He rolled his eyes and spread his hands. “That is, if you are amenable to said game. I assure you—we shall all be gentlemen.” He bowed his head as if in mock subservience. “I am amenable to it.” Rae piped up, and Lucinda nodded with a small smile. The men stood. Hugo motioned for Lucinda to sit on the loveseat. She did. Rae sat on the couch. “Let's begin, shall we?” He started a line in front of Lucinda, a smirk on his face.

Chapter Two

Hugo sat beside Lucinda on the loveseat and took her in his arms, his body seeming to demand something of her for the first time she could remember. He put his lips on hers as he’d never had to this point. His tongue forced entry into her mouth, and she moaned. He bit her bottom lip, and she tasted blood. Finally, he released her. She panted and licked her mouth where he had pierced her skin. What had gotten into the man? She looked over and saw Rae sharing a fairly chaste kiss with Thomas. Her mouth ached now, and she felt a flare of anger in her chest at being used in such a manner. It seemed Hugo had a nasty side—just as she’d always suspected. John sat beside her next. He took Lucinda gently into his arms and kissed her as a father might. She appreciated his kindness, even if it lacked passion. He stood and said, “Thank you, sweet lady.” She smiled when he squeezed her hand. I'm actually enjoying this. She shifted on the loveseat, surprised to find herself becoming aroused. Lucinda had always imagined herself a woman for only one man, but now, she was no longer sure. Nolan settled next to her. He touched her face and then took her into his arms. He touched his lips to hers, light as a feather, and then demanded more with his tongue. She lost herself for a moment and groaned when he ran over her tongue with

his and gently nipped her top lip. When he let her go, Lucinda didn't want him to. He stood and bowed, one eyebrow raised. She blushed, thinking again that he was handsome with his fine brown curls. She felt a pang when he walked away. Finally, Thomas sat beside her. “I've wanted to do this since the first moment I saw you.” He took her face between his hands and traced her cheekbones to the hollow of her throat with his index finger, charting a trail of heat. He looked into her eyes for a long moment, and she felt as though he saw her soul. He kissed her passionately, stroking her hair. Lucinda stifled a groan as heat flooded her. She had never experienced a kiss so erotic. He stood, and she stifled a smile when she noticed the bulge in his breeches. She wanted to touch it, but there would be time for that later, she hoped. Thomas caught her eye and grinned as he turned away and walked to the side of the room. The taste of honey lingered in her mouth from the tobacco he’d been smoking. Last in line stood Marcus. He perched next to Lucinda and she admired the silver streak in his black hair again. He kissed her in a chaste way, his hands around her waist as if she were a small doll. “Thank you, sweet lady,” Marcus said. Once finished, she realized all the men had kissed Rae too, who now smiled at her, her pretty face flushed. A frisson of happiness shot through Lucinda. Maybe this month will be enjoyable after all… Marcus continued, “Now, dear ladies, you will be accompanied to your rooms. You will find a variety of refreshments there, and your bags are upstairs already. Your rooms are not close together, so don't attempt to find each other. It will cause you some

difficulty, and the passages are dark, not to mention some are decaying. Don't be afraid. Should you desire anything, you need only pull on the bedside rope and a servant will come running. The other gentlemen and I thought it would be more fun to have you separated. Don’t worry, for during your stay, you will see much of each other.” “Yes, I have plenty of work to do on this old wreck, so do be careful going about unaccompanied.” John grinned and Rae touched his hand. Lucinda enjoyed seeing the true affection between them. “It is lovely, John.” “Thank you, dear.” He patted her friend’s hand. “Anyhow,” Marcus resumed, “you will have company tonight, so prepare for bed when you get to your chambers.” He smiled and Lucinda shivered in anticipation. Thomas moved to take her arm, a lock of his red hair falling in front of his eyes. Her pulse raced to have him near. Nolan took Rae's, and they walked out of the room and into dark halls. They soon forked off from Rae and her companion. The glowing sconces flickered against gray stone walls and Lucinda trembled at the chill in the air. “Your bed will be warm, dearest, and you will have a roaring fire in your room.” Thomas squeezed Lucinda a bit closer to him as they meandered down the halls. She noticed he seemed to be in no hurry, and she enjoyed his company, thinking he felt the same. “Thank you, Thomas.”

“I want you to know something.” He stopped in mid-step. Lucinda looked at him, wondering what he could have to tell her that warranted his serious expression. “Yes?” “I urged Lord Randall to put this together—not because I wanted to share you with others, but because ever since I saw you in Bath last season, I’ve wanted to spend time with you. I didn't see a way to do that, since I knew you were already spoken for by Hugo.” His green eyes glowed in the flickering candlelight. “I see. Thank you. That is quite an honor.” She touched his hand, and instantly felt chemistry pass between them. Caution flooded through Lucinda. I've only been with Hugo for a few weeks. I cannot possibly become ensnared in another intrigue so soon… As if reading her expression, Thomas, his expression intense, said, “I just wanted you to know my intentions and be forthright about them. I hope you'll enjoy your time here and I look forward to getting to know you better.” He led her onward, until they stopped some minutes later in front of a heavy wooden door. When he opened it, she gasped at the delights of her chamber, lavish even for a courtesan's quarters. Everything glowed dark and strange in the room with its lush, purple velvet upholstery and matching rugs, as well as a large mantle and roaring fire. “I trust it is to your liking.” “Yes. Thank you.”

“I shall let Lord Randall know.” Thomas kissed her forehead tenderly, holding her close. She felt every inch of his hard body, and she wanted to ask him to stay with her, suddenly aware of the prospect of being alone. Shadows lay in wait and she heard another howl beyond the wide casements. She wanted to ask him questions about the coming events, but she decided not to. She would prepare for whatever was coming. As a courtesan, Lucinda knew she’d be treated with respect. And anything she didn't wish to engage in…simply would not happen. He touched her face and walked out of the room. She saw a huge basket of fruit and took an apple and bit into it, enjoying the juicy sweetness. Restlessness overtook her and she paced as she ate. *** Rae reached her room, accompanied by Nolan. They laughed a great deal, and she anticipated a month of amorous pursuits and enjoyments. She liked nothing more than to have fun, and John promised much of that. He kissed her playfully at the door, touching her nose with his fingers. “So firm, this is.” She laughed. “Thank you. I'm sure you have firm appendages of your own.” Nolan blushed and then laughed loudly. “I'm sure I do at that, especially now.” He took her into his arms, kissing her. Rae reached a hand down to his crotch, running her fingers over his breeches as he took in a deep breath. “I found one,” she whispered, her voice husky.

“That you have.” He kissed her, and she leaned into him, her hand massaging his hard prick. Rae didn't plan to play by John's rules or order of events. It had been too long since she’d been with another man. Her main reason for becoming a courtesan was her love of sex. He moaned, pushing her against the wall by the door. “Would you like to come in? Or you can just take me right here against the wall…yes…I’d prefer that.” Rae teased him as he kissed her neck, his breathing heavy. “Your wish is my command.” He pulled his breeches down, standing bare in the cool hallway. Rae stifled a giggle as he picked her up, lifting her skirts and yanking her garters down. She’d underdressed—just in case such an occasion presented itself. He impaled her with his cock, and she sucked in her breath. “Oh, yes,” she murmured, her hands in his hair. She welcomed the thick length of him, especially after the long, tiresome journey she’d had. “How sweet you are.” He moved inside her slowly, shoving her ass against the cold wall. Rae moaned, thoroughly enjoying their lovemaking. He put his fingers against her clit, bracing her with his body as he plunged into her and massaged her swollen bit of flesh. “You're quite an expert, aren't you, Nolan?” She threw her head back, giving herself over to waves of pleasure. The possibility of being caught in the hall excited her,

thrusting her into orgasm quickly. As she whimpered in pleasure, Nolan grunted and spilled his semen into her. Rae giggled as he set her down, kissing her and running his hands through her hair as he did so. “Good god, woman. That was quite a welcome.” He smiled, touching her lips with his fingers. “I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now, I bid you Goodnight.” She winked and went into her room, leaving him there, his mouth agape. She changed into her silk chemise after ringing the servant, a quiet girl who immediately pleased her. Rae settled into a warm bed with a copy of Dante's Inferno, a gift from John earlier in the year. She didn't enjoy reading much, but John did, and she liked to entertain him in their chats. He called her clever, and she loved having the ability to impress him as well as other men. Shivering at the frightening but delicious vision of Hell, Rae startled from a soft knock at the door. “Yes?” She smiled, hoping the next event was beginning. “Rae?” She walked to the door, opened it, and purred, “Well, hello there.”

Chapter Three

Lucinda dug into her valise and realized someone had already hung up all her clothes. She opened a container of vinegar and poured some into the basin on the dresser. Next, she threw open the large wardrobe and dug out a sponge. She applied the vinegar and inserted it into her vagina, her usual method against pregnancy. It had worked so far, and she knew only some men would wear condoms, even in the upper classes where they were popular. A knock sounded at the door. “Come in.” A young maid slipped in. “Can I help you get ready for bed, my lady?” “Yes.” Lucinda let the girl unfasten her stays, then chose a pale pink chemise to wear. The room had a chill, so Lucinda slid under the down comforter and relished the warmth of the cozy bed. “Will that be all, miss?” “Yes, thank you.” The girl curtsied and left the room. Lucinda lay in bed, wondering what would happen next. Her thoughts turned to Thomas and her instant attraction to him. She pulled herself up short, frowning. The direction of her musings troubled her, since she hadn’t felt such a pull from any man since her youth, with that love affair ending when he married a woman of a nobler

class. That had been part of the reason for her career choice. She wanted nothing of marriage. As a courtesan, Lucinda took care of herself by her wits and skills. A knock sounded on the door, and she perked up. “Come in.” A man in a robe, wearing a white wig and a black mask walked in. He said nothing. She slipped out of bed and anxiously waited. She wondered if the skills she’d learned in training as a courtesan would finally come into good use. “Welcome.” She purred the word, smiling. “Take your clothes off,” he whispered. Lucinda listened to his voice, but she could discern nothing from his words just who he might be. She slipped her chemise off, taking her time, standing only a few feet from him so he could see her in the moonlight, shimmering through the window. Her oak-brown hair flowed down her back unpinned, and she knew her breasts were small, but pert. Her bottom was round and high, and her legs short and muscular. She’d received compliments on her body from Hugo and countless men who’d seen any part of it. “Bend over the bed, now.” She wondered what he planned. The door opened with a snick and another man walked in. Her uncertainty made her heart pound. Lucinda did as the first one bid, knowing the men could see her to full advantage. She heard one of them inhale sharply and chuckle. Next, she felt a crack on her bottom, a sharp pain, the lash of a whip. She’d heard of such things, but no courtesan she knew of had ever admitted they partook in such practices.

“Does that hurt?” the man she knew had whipped her whispered behind her, his breath hot against her skin. “A bit, but there’s much pleasure in the pain.” Lucinda turned her head and smiled. The whip cracked on her buttocks again, and she moaned. The air shifted as the other man moved behind her, whispering, “Climb onto the bed on all fours.” She did as he instructed, her bottom feeling a bit tender, though she’d not been whipped too hard. Her flesh smarted, untouched as it was. Balanced on her arms and legs, Lucinda waited. One of the men came to stand before her. He wore the same robe and mask as the other man. “Come here to the edge of the bed,” he called out, beckoning her with his fingers. She heard the door open again, and then saw three men come into her line of sight as they approached the side of the bed, wearing disguises much like the other two. The man in front of her parted his robe. Then he pulled out his cock, and Lucinda stifled a gasp at the girth of it. It rose, dark and erect in the moonlight that gleamed through the curtains. Thomas' face came into her mind and she hoped it was him. Lucinda put her tongue on the head, licking it. Fingers splayed on her backside as the man whom she guessed had brandished the whip climbed onto the bed behind her. She heard his robe move and others do the same. The man moaned as she sucked and kissed his rigid shaft, her own pleasure shooting through her. The fingers on her backside worked to rub her core, causing it to grow wet and slick.

The man in front of her pushed himself deeper into her mouth and she sucked him hard, using her tongue to flick around his cock. He groaned and pulled her head down, moving close to the back of her throat. The thought perhaps the man was Hugo thrilled Lucinda nearly as much as her imaginings that it might be Thomas. She’d not yet taken Hugo's cock into her mouth, though he kept her in style in her own apartment and shared her bed several nights a week. “Such a pretty mouth,” the man in front of her whispered as he moved in and out of it. The man behind her eased something into her cunt, something rather large that made Lucinda inhale harshly. She knew it wasn't his organ. She thought it might be a wooden dildo, which one of her courtesan friends had shown her, mentioning some noblemen enjoyed using them on their companions. Her friend had gotten it from France. Lucinda groaned as the object slid in and out of her slowly, filling her up as no man's member had ever had. The man in front of her bucked and moaned as his seed spilled into her mouth. She sucked him one final time, then swallowed. He sighed and stroked her face and lips, murmuring endearments under his breath. She closed her eyes, reveling in his tenderness. He placed something on her pillow and then left the room. The man behind Lucinda slowed the motion of the dildo, making her whimper with want. “You like it, don't you, my lovely one?” The voice came ragged from behind her.

“Yes, I do. It rivals the size of a man’s penis.” She said the words with a lilt in her voice, and the men laughed and mumbled under their breath. “We'll see about that,” said one of the other men. Lucinda hoped so. She wanted a man's warm prick inside her, but she wondered if she were going to have it. She looked to her left. The three men standing there were stroking their cocks, and the sight excited her. Lucinda panted as the dildo plunged in and out of her wet cunt. “My sweet, you have such a pretty cunt.” The man behind her whispered, burying the wooden phallus deep inside. When he reached underneath and rubbed her nub, she gasped in surprise. It seemed obvious he was trained in the ways of pleasuring women. He pulled the dildo out and stroked her ass with his hand, kissing her bottom as well, his breath hot on her. He licked and sucked and stroked between her legs until she exploded in an orgasm. She relaxed against the bed, surprised at his skill, her legs still trembling. She knew men typically did not care about such things, only caring about their own gratification. Lucinda lay back on the bed and she watched the man leave after placing a white rose on her vanity. Through the slits of her eyes, she saw the three remaining men continue to stroke themselves at various paces. She opened her legs wide, giving them a better view. Touching herself, she enjoyed witnessing their pleasure as she concentrated on her own. “Sweet Lord,” one of the men whispered and she laughed. The more she focused on the men stroking themselves, the further it aroused her, and soon, her orgasm

arrived. She moaned loudly as waves pulsed through her. She slid her fingers into her cunt, looking at the men through half-closed lids. She heard a man groan, then watched as he spurted his seed. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped himself. Then he exited the room. The other man to his left followed suit, coming with a loud shout. He took his leave quickly, and now, only one man stood in the shadows. “I've been waiting for this, Lucinda.

Chapter Four

She recognized the voice as Hugo's. He didn't bother to whisper. Her heart flipped in her chest. So, he’d preferred to watch the whole time. Lucinda wanted him more than ever, after the last few weeks of nights spent in the same bed, with only chaste kisses on the cheek or lips shared between them. She’d wondered what was wrong with him. Perhaps he enjoyed watching most. “I’ve come to claim you. I’m telling you now…I plan for you to be mine alone after this is over. This escapade—I only agreed to it because I thought you might learn more about pleasuring me by being with other men.” Something in his tone sent a chill through her, though she wasn't sure why. He took off his mask and his blond hair gleamed in the moonlight. She opened her arms to him. He kept his robe on. His cock stood erect against it, long and hard. Without further ado, he knelt between her legs, pulled them apart and plunged himself into her. Lucinda yelped in surprise, glad she was still a bit wet. His entry pained her. He put his hand over her mouth with a pressure that frightened her as he moved in and out of her, tweaking her nipple with one hand as he did. She moaned, more from pain than from pleasure. This was not how Lucinda had imagined lovemaking with Hugo would ever be. He rammed into her a few more times and shot his seed in her with a grunt. He

collapsed against her chest for a moment, then pulled out of her and wiped himself on the sheet. “Goodnight, Lucinda.” His tone held no tender inflection, and she shivered, feeling as though she’d been violated. She’d never had a man put his hand so hard against her mouth. It was obvious he hadn’t wanted her to scream. Had she wanted to? Lucinda wasn't sure, but the thought of him touching her again caused bile to rise in her throat. Perhaps he’ll be different next time. The thought comforted her. Lucinda hoped for love with her benefactor, or at least, affection. “Goodnight, my lord,” she whispered as he walked out of the room, shocked at the encounter that had taken place between them. She rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers over her body. A tear escaped her eye but sleep soon claimed her as its own. Lucinda awoke in the night to an unearthly howl and shivered. What on earth was out there? *** The same maid from last night came in early with a tray full of food—porridge, fresh berries and milk. Lucinda ate well, hungry from exerting herself the night before. After some time had passed, the servant returned to take the tray. “Masters say to stay here. They shall come for you when they want you. By the way, your friend, Miss Miles, has left. She became ill in the night and had to go home.” “What?” Lucinda clutched her sheets, the sound of the creature in the night coming back to her.

“That's all I know about the matter, my lady. The earl had told me this morning. He said she left by coach, before daybreak.” “Oh, thank you for letting me know.” The servant smiled tightly. “He also said to rest well. That there’s only one of you.” “Do they wish me to dress?” “No. Several of them went on a hunt this morning. You might want to get some more rest, miss, after you wash.” She smiled again, though kindly this time. “I will.” She left Lucinda alone with her thoughts. Lucinda sighed, wanting to burrow back under the covers. Instead, she took her wash basin and sponged carefully between her legs, glad to feel only slightly sore after the acts she’d performed. When she was satisfied she smelled fresh, Lucinda nestled back under the covers, not wanting to face the day yet. Rae's sudden departure had rattled her, and her encounter with Hugo made her dread seeing him today. She must’ve fallen back asleep, because she suddenly felt someone slip into bed behind her. The drapes had been pulled and the room was nearly dark. Hands went around her naked breasts. “I've waited for this since last night.” She recognized the voice as Thomas'. “I had to slip away to get to you.” He nipped at her ear and she drew in a sharp breath as he pulled away from her, taking his hands away. “The rest of them are riding and hunting this morning, but I expect they shall be along later.” He laughed, his breath tickling her ear.

Lucinda turned to face him and pulled up the sheet, even though he’d already seen her naked. He lay mostly uncovered, and she swallowed, wondering if he wore anything below his torso. Thomas said, “I couldn't wait to be with you, to talk with you alone, once again.” “Is that so?” Lucinda moved closer, trailing her fingers against his cheek. He closed his eyes. “Yes, it is.” He pulled her into his arms and she felt him against her, disappointed when she noticed he wore lounging pants. His kisses were soft on her face and she moaned. “I am glad to see you,” she murmured, arching her neck as he kissed it, biting her skin until she moaned. “Good. I’d hoped so. I felt an instant connection to you, and I didn't want to waste time hunting with the others when we have so little time to spend together.” He stroked her breasts through the sheets, kissing her. His stiff prick made itself known against her. “You are so lovely, Lucinda, the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen.” He moved his mouth to her breasts, sucking and kissing them in turn as she whimpered with want of him. “Oh, come now. The most gorgeous?” She gasped the words, his mouth making her thinking foggy. Thomas licked and bit her ear. “Without a doubt. I only say what I mean.” Lucinda groaned in approval, heat flooding her cunt. Thomas moved his hand between her legs, shoving the sheet aside.

“You are so lovely. Weeks won't nearly be long enough with you.” He whispered the words as he nuzzled her breasts, making her tremble. Thomas flipped her over and crawled under the covers. Lucinda closed her eyes as his hands came around her thighs, pulling them apart. Sliding himself down, he added, “I plan to make you want me for more than a few weeks, Lucinda. I decided last night I want you to be my companion. Hugo be damned.” He growled, his mouth now close to her cunt. He inserted a couple of fingers inside of her and she moaned. His mouth on her swollen flesh made her gasp. Thomas licked, stroked and teased her until she thought she would burst. She gripped his hair, running her hands through his red curls. Then he pulled away and came back up, looking at her. “That's enough for now.” “Please…” she whispered, feeling on the edge as her cunt pulsed with need. “What? I don't want to do anything you don't want to. We might’ve hired you for your time here, but I won't treat you like a whore.” “Thomas, please touch me again.” She held his gaze with hers, not caring what he thought of her. He raised one eyebrow and once again inserted fingers into the wetness between her legs. She moaned—so close to the edge… He held her there, his fingers working over her, as if tantalizing her with the promise of ecstasy. “I want to drive you mad, Lucinda. I know that's no small feat with so many men vying for your pleasure.” He laughed and leaned down over her face. “Would you like to do something for me?”

“Yes, anything.” She spoke before thinking, but in that moment, she meant every word. Thomas grinned and then grew serious, his green eyes like pools in the dim room. He removed his pants, and she inhaled sharply at the naked sight of him, his length and his thickness. Lucinda couldn’t remember having ever wanted a man so much. He straddled her, and she took him into her mouth, her cunt tingling. She watched him throw his head back, and the pressure from him sitting on her chest nearly drove her mad with desire. Lucinda licked and stroked him as she’d learned to do so well. “You are heaven.” He sighed, stiffening after a few moments. Lucinda knew he was about to come, but he jerked his cock out of her mouth. He breathed hard, and his green eyes danced with mischief as she ran her hands over his tight buttocks. He asked, “So do you want me, love?” She groaned, almost unable to speak. “I know you do.” He kissed her, his lips like a whisper on hers. “But you're going to have to wait. I want you to think of this morning every time another man puts his cock in you. But you'll know when it's me, love.” He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her again, then left.

Chapter Five

She cried out and pummeled her pillow. No man had done her as Thomas had. Lucinda usually had the power over men, not the other way around. Clutching the sheets, she touched herself, tension filling her. Sighing, she decided to go back to sleep, thinking she might need the rest. Lucinda dozed off and awoke to a knock on the door. Three men came in stark naked, wearing wigs and black masks. She took in a surprised breath. Each of them had erections, and she throbbed with need. “We've been on the hunt, love, and you know what that does to a man,” one of them said and laughed. Unsure who the voice belonged to, she stayed silent. “Well, come over here, knees on the carpet, love, only if you please, of course.” Lucinda nodded and sat up. “Our cocks need your attention.” She swallowed hard and slipped out of bed. They were silent, so Lucinda went to the man who’d spoken first. She thought he was John, judging from his shorter stature. She knelt before him. “That's right, love. Put your lovely mouth right there.” He twined his fingers in her hair and drew her closer to his cock. She put her hands on his hips and took him between her lips. He groaned, tightening his grasp on her head, driving into her mouth with little mercy.

She moaned, wet again from hearing his pleasure and knowing the other men watched. She took his cock between her hands, stroking him as he drove deeper into her mouth. One of the men knelt down next to them and put his hands on her breasts, massaging her nipples until they ached, erect and wanting. Lucinda sighed from the titillation. “How do you like that, love? Your nipples are like rosebuds, pink and perfect.” John kissed her neck and squeezed her breasts with warm hands as she slid up and down with her mouth over his cock. She felt the other man's hard erection against her side, pressing into her. From his voice, she thought he was Marcus. Behind her, the third man knelt and reached around to her pussy. He fingered her nub, and she gasped when he inserted his fingers inside her. “Oh, she's wet. Enjoying yourself, love?” She recognized the third voice as Nolan's, and Lucinda moaned in answer, her mouth busy on John's cock. John exploded in her mouth, and she swallowed his hot liquid. He grunted and rubbed her shoulders. “That was lovely. I'm off for a bath,” he said, pulling out of her mouth. She panted as Marcus moved in front of her, his cock pressed against her lips. Lucinda's throat ached, but her cunt throbbed more as he thrust his thick shaft into her mouth. “My turn, love. You've got such a nice mouth.” He grasped her hair, pulling her deeper over his cock. She nearly choked with the size of him. “That's right. You make me so happy.” He sighed, stiffened and came with a shout. She swallowed his seed,

feeling a bit sick to her stomach after taking two men in a row. But still, the ache between her legs pulsed unrelentingly. “I think I'll stay and watch.” The man she presumed was Marcus moved aside and sat in a chair. Nolan picked her up, and Lucinda gasped with surprise. “On the bed, lovely.” He spread her legs wide and put his mouth on her wetness. She yelped as he took her bud between his teeth, teasing it against his tongue. He shoved several fingers into her, and she thrashed. Her orgasm hovered close by as he flicked her nub with his tongue, sliding his fingers in and out. Her cunt pulsed twice in orgasm, and then Lucinda went over the edge, screaming. “Oh, god, oh, god!” She saw stars with the force of her release. “Nice, love. You're so sexy.” Nolan said as he set her down so she lay flat with her back against the floor. He knelt between her legs, his cock large and tanned. “I've wanted to put my cock in you since I first saw you.” He picked her hips up and drove into her, filling her cunt. Lucinda moaned as he moved in and out, driving her wild with his slow pace. Will I never be satisfied? She grabbed the sheets, thrashing. “Are you enjoying that, sweet?” He laughed under his breath as he lifted her legs onto his shoulders, driving deeper. “I'm going to enjoy this. She has four other men to fight for the pleasure.” He massaged her ass as he impaled her on his cock. Lucinda squeezed her legs around his shoulders, feeling another mountain of pleasure building as tingles ran through her cunt. She came with a shout, and Nolan

emptied himself into her, throbbing into her cunt. He put her gently down on the bed as he stayed inside her, and kissed her all over her face. She reveled in his nearness, closing her eyes. He had a tenderness about him that some of the others here did not. “Sweet love, you make me so happy, just as you did last night when I used the dildo on you. Did you enjoy it? I’d like to think so.” His voice held laughter. “Yes.” She smiled, arching an eyebrow. Marcus sighed from the chair he sat in from the other side of the bed. “Mind if I join in again now, love?” “Be my guest.” As he moved toward her, she moaned with satiation and a sort of happiness, wondering what her poor, dead parents would’ve thought of her in this moment. Just then, the memory of them sobered her. Nevertheless, her survival had to trump even these debaucheries. Nolan stayed beside her on the bed as Marcus flipped her onto her stomach and sat on her thighs. He began to massage her ass. “Lucinda, you have the roundest bottom, just like a ripe peach,” Marcus murmured. Nolan rubbed her shoulders, and she zoned out for a moment of bliss. Lucinda heard Marcus moaning and stroking himself, then felt him tense over her. In a moment, warm, sticky liquid spurted onto her buttocks. She groaned, the pleasure of it almost too much to take, to be wanted by so many men at once. Both men kissed her and left. Lucinda felt as if she had run a race, and it was not yet midday.

She got up and pulled the chord to summon the maid. The maid brought a basin of warm water and fresh towels, as if anticipating Lucinda's needs. “I'll bring your lunch in a few minutes. You must be hungry, my lady.” The woman said the words without the slightest hint of bawdiness. Lucinda nodded, smiling as her stomach growled. When the maid brought the full tray, she gobbled the food down as one who hadn't eaten in years. “By the way, miss, what's your name? Thank you for everything.” Lucinda smiled, meaning her gratitude as she finished a piece of well-cooked roast beef. “Heidi, miss.” The petite woman turned away to stoke the fire she’d started earlier. “All right then, Heidi. I'm going for a walk by the sea if anyone asks. Please help me get dressed.” Heidi assisted as Lucinda donned a baby blue sack dress and a royal blue cape. The wind would be cutting, so she wore her wool stockings and a white cap to keep her hair out of her face near the shore. She added a little rouge to her cheeks and walked out of her chamber. The trick would be to find her way out of the castle. Lucinda stumbled down a wrong hall, dimly lit and dank, before she burst out into the hallway just off the drawing room. She hurried out of the house, the wind slapping her in the face when she opened the heavy door. Rounding the castle, she headed for the rocky shore. The waves beat at the bank with terrible force. She couldn't hear herself think, let alone anything else as she made her way down the rocks via a

small path she found, where it appeared folks had trod for many years. As she took a bracing breath of salty air, she noticed the sky overhead was gray over the slate water. She thought about Rae as she walked. What had happened to make her ill? She started to feel uneasy being alone, hearing nothing beyond the waves. The sense of uneasiness that had dogged her now and again at Castle Greymar returned. Lost in her thoughts, she turned and headed back, suddenly realizing she’d walked at least a mile. Lucinda jumped when strong hands grabbed her from behind. “Sweet lass. What are you doing here?” Nolan leered at her, and her heart picked up speed. “Taking a walk.” She lifted her chin. “So I see I'm the only one who knows.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively as he pulled her toward him, hiking her gown up and smacking her bottom. She yelped, but in truth, she enjoyed it. The thought of them being alone near the waves was an appealing one. He smacked her again, and she felt his stiff cock through his breeches and her gown. “You have a fine ass on you, Lucinda.” He picked her up and carried her off the path. Setting her down, he roughly yanked her hose off and thrust his cold fingers into her cunt. She groaned, struggling against the sudden touch. “You are a saucy wench.” He nudged her breasts out of the top of her gown and sucked on her nipples. She grew wet in spite of herself, and he pulled his cock out of his breeches. She loved the sight of him, long and thick. He grabbed her hips and lifted her, impaling her on his prick as he stood.

“Jesus, woman, you make me want to do such things.” He smacked her bottom as he plunged in and out of her. The waves crashed and the wind blew his loose hair in her face, the salty strands tickling her mouth. She moaned and ran her fingers through his brown curls, nearly delirious with the pleasure of him in the open elements. He rubbed her swollen nub with his finger, and Lucinda shouted as she came. Waves of pleasure rolled over her. Nolan followed soon after, grunting as if he were utterly satisfied. He pulled her tight against his body and kissed her, helping her straighten her clothes. She blushed as he looked out at the sea. “There's just something about a lovely woman and the power of nature, I think. When I saw you, I couldn't help myself.” He grinned and pushed her hair under her cap. Lucinda smiled and took his arm, saying nothing. They walked back, the wind colder than ever now. She heard the mournful cry of an animal, a wolf, or perhaps something else? She shivered, and he put his arm around her, shielding her body from the bitter wind and waning light. “You don't like it here, do you?” He stopped her, tilting her chin up. “No, I don't. The castle is dank and I wish Rae was still here.” They started walking again. “Aye. I heard she got a bad spot of food poisoning last night and the doctor recommended she go home.” “I see.” She didn't believe it somehow, but she had no other explanation.

He took her hand in his, and the warmth of his skin comforted her a bit. “You're quite a lady, Lucinda. I'm glad to be here with you, spooky castle and all.” He laughed and they climbed back up the rocky shore toward the castle. The gray day transformed Castle Greymar into a hulking beast, hiding in fog, as if waiting to devour an unsuspecting prey. She shivered, and Nolan pulled her under his arm, kissing her until she was breathless and aroused again. She closed her eyes, enjoying his strength. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. “I'll see you later, princess.” His kiss warmed something in her heart and Lucinda admitted to herself that she liked him. Perhaps not as much as Thomas, but she enjoyed his company most, next to the other man's. Lucinda nodded and hurried back inside. She wished to strip down and sponge off thoroughly before the dinner hour, wanting to be ready for whatever plans lay ahead of her for the evening. Perhaps it’ll be a tame night of playing cards. Lucinda grinned at her thoughts, suspecting it would be far from that. Heidi waited for her in the chamber. The room gleamed from her ministrations. “I'm so glad to see you. I need a basin of warm water and a sponge.” The maid helped her undress, and Lucinda sighed as the warm water washed away tension and grime from her exploits on the beach. Her eyes grew heavy as Heidi scrubbed her shoulders. “Miss, you have time for a nap before dinner. The men have requested that you report to the dining room at six. I will come for you.” Lucinda nodded, her eyes closing as Heidi ushered her into bed after her washing.

She slept like the dead for a couple of hours and awoke to a soft voice calling. “Wake up, miss. Masters want you downstairs, dressed formally for dinner.” She popped up, awake now. A feeling of delight flooded her at the thought of dressing in her finest gowns, and she relished the thought of a break from this chamber and into the normalcy of a shared meal. Lucinda didn't often have the opportunity to dine with five men and have them all to herself. The thought made her smile as she decided on her toilette. “Which gown do you plan to wear, miss?” Heidi's eyes shined and Lucinda realized the plain girl liked helping her dress. Lucinda smiled, glad to have the girl’s companionship and aid. “The dark brown one, I think.” “Very well, miss.” Heidi took the gown out of the wardrobe and it glimmered with beads and gauzy material. The maid laced up the stays and then pulled the gown over Lucinda, gasping. “Miss, it's gorgeous!” “Yes, it is. It was a gift.” Lucinda smiled. It had been a present from the first man she’d accompanied and trained with, in the ways of pleasure. Rae had introduced them, in fact. The thought made her guts twist in worry. Where’s Rae? She was determined to write a letter to her friend the next chance she had. “Miss, they'll be calling for you. You best go on downstairs.” “Thank you, Heidi.” She squeezed Heidi’s arm and the woman blushed. Taking a deep breath, Lucinda gathered her skirts and went down the hall. She breathed a sigh of relief at the top of the stairs, seeing that no one stood at the bottom to

watch her entrance. She made the long trek down the steps and along another hall to the dining room. All five men rose to greet her, and she blushed. “Good evening, Miss Charles.” John's formality made her grin. They knew each other well enough to use first names. “Good evening, John.” She curtsied to each man in turn, noticing a few small gift boxes adorning her plate. They enjoyed a perfect leg of lamb with roasted vegetables and bread. When they were halfway through the meal, Nolan spoke. “Miss Charles, we cordially invite you to meet us in the garden maze at nine this evening.” He smiled, the chandelier throwing yellow specks in his already golden hair. “I accept. I've always enjoyed one, and I shan't be frightened with all of you there.” She smiled, her mouth trembling. What do they have planned for me later on? Lucinda gave thanks to heaven that she had rested earlier in the afternoon. She saw the lust in the eyes of each man at the table. Hugo looked at her, unsmiling, and she shivered, trying to hide the motion. Her feelings and hopes for her relationship with him had changed after his rough lovemaking. “What's this, Lucinda? You look a bit frightened. We have such fun in store for you.” Hugo leaned back in his chair, his gaze roving over her face like that of a hungry lion.

Chapter Six

“Leave her alone, Hugo.” Thomas snapped, green eyes flashing. “I'm just stating a bit of truth.” Hugo took a gulp of his coffee. “Shall we retire to the drawing room?” Lucinda felt sick after his probing gaze, leaving her to wonder what kind of “fun” he was referring to. “I think I'll retire to my chamber first and open these exquisite gifts.” She rose, clutching the three boxes in her hand, smiling at each of them in turn. “Thank you.” “Don't change out of your gown whatever you do,” Nolan said, grinning. “I won't. I know men just love women to be encumbered with fashion.” She wiggled her eyebrows, getting a laugh from all but Hugo. Lucinda couldn't wait to be away from him, and planned on avoiding him in the maze as much as possible. She hurried away from the table as soon as the men stood, leaving them to retire to the drawing room. She needed space to breathe and think, dreading the maze for the simple fact of the darkness that would cover her. She searched a few drawers, hoping to find a candle to replace the nearly melted one in the candlestick on the dresser. Heidi peeked into the room. “Anything I can help you with, miss?” She smiled in relief. “Yes. I need a candle.” The maid left and returned in minutes. “Here, miss.” Heidi handed her a long, thick taper and another candlestick for it.

“Thank you. You're a perfect doll, Heidi.” The woman blushed and curtsied. “Anything else?” “Just my cape—the brown one.” Her heart skittered in her chest and her palms grew wet at the thought of the maze and the moments ticking by. “Heidi, this will sound foolish, but could you accompany me down the hall and out to the garden?” “Yes, miss. Certainly.” Heidi didn't look at Lucinda as they left the room. At that moment, she longed to trade places for simple, menial work, even with the lack of finery that came with it. The grandfather clock in the hallway struck nine just as they passed it, and she shuddered. A premonition of doom came upon her and she whimpered aloud. “Miss, what is it?” Heidi clutched her arm, her brown eyes wide. “Nothing.” She swallowed hard. “Well, here we are, miss. Goodnight.” Heidi curtsied and hurried away. Lucinda had the feeling Heidi wanted to be clear of her and the debaucheries to come. She opened the door to the garden in back of the sprawling castle with a stiff hand. The night surrounded her, warmer than expected. She took a deep gulp of air, steadying herself. She walked out into the yard and to the edge of the wild garden. The maze began just in front of her, and rows of hedges as high as her head stood like sentinels as if awaiting her entrance. She didn't move, feeling glued to the spot she stood on.

“Lucinda. Come,” a voice called out, sounding like a hiss in the darkness. She stepped forward into the beginning of the maze. “Keep walking. We'll find you. The rule to the game is that you must stop if you see a white rose. We have placed them on the path for you. When you find the exit to the maze, you may leave unhindered to spend the night alone afterward, if that is acceptable to you.” The man laughed with a sort of secret glee. “It is. Let's start.” Lucinda took a deep breath, her heart galloping in her chest. Rae's face slipped into her mind. I don't feel as if she's gone. The thought made her shiver, and Lucinda squared her shoulders. She walked through the maze in halting steps, the leaves of plants and flowers whispering dreadful secrets all around her. Every gnarled bush reached out to her like the hands of old crones. Her breath came fast, and for a reason she didn't understand, fear overtook her. She looked down and a white rose lay before her on the path. Lucinda stopped, determined to act brave, even if she didn't feel that way. A figure stepped out from the cover of hedges. He pulled her to him into the shadows. She gasped and he covered her mouth with his. He wore a mask over his face and a white wig. His kisses probed deeper, and Lucinda moaned, clutching at him. He ripped at the front of her dress, his breath coming faster. The man didn't speak. Instead, he licked and sucked her breasts and nipples, and she stifled a groan as she grew moist between her legs. The combination of fear and sensuality overwhelmed her. The man turned her around, her back to his chest. He hoisted her petticoats with a grunt and ripped her hose down her waist into a pool on the ground. He shoved his

fingers into her, making her gasp. Then he bent her over with her head nearly touching her knees. She heard the rustling of his clothes, and she felt him sliding himself into her, pulling her against him as he moaned. Lucinda enjoyed the sensation of him filling her as she gripped her ankles. He held her in his rough grip and pumped into her ever faster, his breaths uneven, as if gasping for air. He emptied himself into her with a low grunt and then pulled her hose up roughly. There was no tenderness in his hands, only matter-of-factness. She stood breathless, then looked over her shoulder. Like a wild animal, he was gone. Though she felt mistreated on one hand, Lucinda could not deny her enjoyment of being taken in the darkness by a stranger. She straightened her dress, stretched her back and walked in measured steps down the maze, arriving at a fork. Lucinda went right, wondering all the while who the man had been. It might’ve been John, but it troubled her that she still couldn't tell for certain, even after spending time with each of them. After travelling some distance, Lucinda came to another white rose. She stood still, listening. Three figures stepped out of the shadows on either side of the maze. Fearsome eyes, hairy faces and bodies met her view, and she yelped and turned to run with only one thought in mind—werewolves.

Chapter Seven

She didn't get far back down the path before strong hands grabbed her and thrust her to the ground. “Please,” she whispered, but she knew now they were men and not the beasts they’d first appeared to be. Their faces had brushed on hair of some type, and they had coverings over their eyes. Their mouths were unmasked, and Lucinda was almost certain Marcus, Nolan and Thomas were there. She wondered what they planned. One of the men knelt, and whispered, “Please, love, turn over.” She obeyed, flipping onto her stomach and feeling the cool grass against her face. The same man unlaced her dress with rough hands, and unfastened her stays with haste, grunting. He tore her dress until it lay in shreds, and Lucinda panted with the frenzy of it. He nudged her over onto her back, kneeling between her legs, and she saw him take something from one of the other men—the wooden dildo. Lucinda groaned, hoping he was going to ready her first. He pushed her legs apart and pulled her down toward him, putting her legs on his shoulders. He buried the dildo inside her cunt, and she whimpered, unprepared for the penetration. The man, who she was almost certain had to be Nolan, because of his penchant for the dildo, among other things, pushed it in and out slowly, and she soon began to

enjoy it. Stopping, he said, “Now let's see how you enjoy my cock.” He parted the front of his suit and tossed the dildo aside. Lucinda relaxed as he guided himself inside her, penetrating deep, with her legs on his shoulders. He rammed into her, pressing her into a knotted shape. She gasped at how deep he stroked inside her as he used one finger to tease her nub. “Oh, your sweet cunt. It's so tight, Lucinda.” Nolan whispered in her ear, biting it as he continued to rub her nub. She thrashed, whimpering for release. He spurted inside her too soon, and she groaned in frustration at being denied her own orgasm. He thrust into her one last time, gripping her hips tight, then lowering her back to the ground. “Next,” he said and laughed. Her face flamed in the dark at being so shared and left unsatisfied. Another man stepped forward. “Turn over, love. I'd like to see your backside.” The men all laughed. She rolled over, sore from the hard ground. He straddled her, kissing and stroking her neck and shoulders. The fur of his suit teased her and she sighed. She squirmed against him, her cunt wet and ready for him, unlike with the first masked man. His fumbling with his attire sounded loud in the still night, and her heart beat faster. She wondered what he was going to do. She didn’t have to wait long to find out. His fingers entered her, fanning the flames of her arousal. She gasped when he slid a digit into the opening of her bottom. She knew some men enjoyed sex there, but Lucinda had not yet experienced it. She only hoped he’d be gentle. She felt something

cool and thick touch her buttocks and she gasped. He rubbed whatever it was down into the crack of her ass, using gentle strokes. He opened her wider, using two fingers now, and she trembled at the unexpected sensation. He slid into her by degrees, kissing her back as he pushed in deeper and deeper until he was all the way inside of her. She moaned at the opposing feeling of pleasure and pain. He said nothing, allowing Lucinda to concentrate on his sharp intake of breaths. Marcus, as she’d identified him by his voice, now slid his cock inside her ass with care. Her nub tingled against the cool grass. Increasing his pace a bit, he grabbed her hips and groaned as he thrust in and out of her tight opening. The pain subsided, feeling more pleasurable with each stroke he took. She hovered on the edge of her own release once again, but did not find it as he let go inside her, his seed spilling over her buttocks as he slid out of her. He kissed her neck as she lay on the grass, a smile on her face. Lucinda knew she would’ve had the experience at some point, and Marcus' kindness had been a gift. Her frustration, though, clung to her in the night, unabated. She heard the third man step to her, then he sat on her thighs. The fur of his suit tickled, and she was quickly reminded of her nearly painful arousal. She waited for him to take her, and she heard his harsh breathing. The idea that he was so aroused, perhaps from seeing what the other men had done, excited her greatly. He put a hand under her body, searching with his fingers until he found her nub. When he did, he teased it with his thumb, causing her to moan. When he slid his finger inside her cunt, it wasn’t long before Lucinda hovered on the verge of release…and finally, it was her turn. His

breathing grew harsh and uneven as he handled himself. She moaned at the idea of him releasing his seed on her ass. The warm fluid gushed out of him with a guttural sound, coating her skin. He bent down and whispered in her ear, “Thank you. You are perfect.” He threw a blanket of some type over her and Lucinda accepted it gladly. Thomas. None of the other men cared so much for her. The thought warmed her in the coldness of the night. He eased himself off of her and helped her into a sitting position. She sat there for a bit as the men walked away. Thomas' words warmed her heart. Did he mean what he had said? Could she really be “perfect” to him? She mused on it for a while under the pinprick stars and surrounded by tall hedges. Lucinda stood some time later, stretching and feeling out of sorts from her new experience. She ambled through the maze, hoping the end was near. Only one man remained and she felt sure he was Hugo. After walking for some time, she still had not seen a rose. She grew frightened and picked up her pace. Where was Hugo? As if in answer to her question, a bonechilling howl sounded and reverberated around her. Were the men playing a trick? Lucinda had to wonder with their choice of werewolf costumes. The beastly noise grew louder in the air. She gasped and dropped the blanket in her panic, running, crashing into a hedge as her balance failed due to her fear. Picking herself up, Lucinda dashed through the hedges, getting nicked and scraped, looking for a way out. The howling continued, and she feared some dreadful beast trailed her. Lucinda ran down wrong paths for what

seemed like hours as cries persisted, making her skin crawl. Sobbing, she burst out of the maze and ran for the house, a welcome sight even in its dull blankness. Her teeth chattered in the night air, and Lucinda remembered she was naked for the first time in some moments. A cut on her lip bled, and it tasted salty. She listened, but the howling sounds were gone. Am I losing my mind? *** She hurried to her chamber, wishing to see no one. Her luck held out, and when Lucinda got to her room, Heidi was poking at the fire. “Do you need anything, miss?” The maid ignored Lucinda’s naked state for which she loved her even more. “Just a warm basin of water, vinegar and a sponge.” Heidi gasped. “Miss! You're all cut up!” “I just fell in the bushes. I'm fine.” She pasted on a smile, but her lip hurt at the movement. Heidi gave her a puzzled look and left the room, and Lucinda pulled the last strips of her dress off, where the men had left it intact. She shivered at the thought of their passion and beastly behavior, as well as the memory of the animal cries. She was quite angry with all of them for leaving her in the maze. Lucinda had a feeling that hadn’t been their intention. She knew Hugo wasn't with them, and she thought he’d probably been charged with placing the last rose—perhaps too—with getting her out of the maze and to her room safely.

Heidi soon returned, and Lucinda thanked her. She convinced the maid into leaving, though not until questions about her fall were answered. The one that plagued Lucinda as she sponged off, sighing with the soothing water on her skin, was…where was he? The clock on the mantle chimed eleven o'clock, and she decided to get ready for bed. The day had drained her of energy and she knew she had several more like it to come. She wiggled into her wool chemise, still chilled after the earlier run through the maze with little on, and sighed with contentment as she pulled back the comforter and nestled under it. Lucinda‘s eyes grew heavy, and she submitted to sleep. A shout in the night brought her upright in bed, heart pounding. She knew that voice from the hours upon hours they’d spent together. She had no doubt. It was Rae’s.

Chapter Eight

Lucinda burst out of bed, panting with fear. Where could she be? She knew now Rae was still here at the castle, and her friend might be in danger if her scream was of any indication. She threw her silk robe on and slipped a pair of clogs on her feet. The chill air struck her face as she opened the chamber door and walked out into the hall. Another scream ripped through the quiet night. She listened. It sounded as if it were coming from below. Scrambling down the hall, she flew down the steps, nearly tripping over her feet in her haste. The air felt pregnant with silence. She wished to hear another scream, if only to figure out where the cry came from. She knew it had to come from even lower than the first floor of the castle. She searched for a passage or door to the floor beneath. Of course there would be a cellar, she realized with a rush of adrenalin coursing through her. The kitchen. The entrance to it had to be there. Lucinda ran in that direction, ignoring the cold of the hallway. Once there, she found the cellar door to be tucked into one of the four corners. It assumed it would be dark, so she grabbed a candle and lit it, to carry with her. Lucinda opened the door and the chill made her tremble. Then, the silence engulfed her. She walked past jars and stored fruits and vegetables until she saw a set of stairs. “What do you think you're doing down here?”

She knew the owner of the voice before she turned. Hugo stood right behind her, so close she felt his hot breath on her neck. “I heard screaming. I think it was Rae.” Lucinda worked to keep her voice even, but her hand trembled as she grasped the candle. “What the devil are you talking about?” Hugo shined his in her face, and she flinched. “Just what I said. Rae is still here, somewhere in the castle, and I mean to find her.” He leaned close, sneering. “You have an overactive imagination, Lucinda.” “Perhaps I do.” She lifted her chin, refusing to be bullied by him. “I know something that's good for that.” He put his candleholder down and pushed her against the stone wall. “Stop.” She sucked in a breath, afraid of the fierce look she saw in his eyes. He ripped off her robe, grabbing her hair in his hands and kissing her neck. In spite of herself, she became aroused by his hot mouth, seeking her throat and roving over her ear. “Hugo—” “Enough talking, woman.” “But Rae—” “Forget her. You're my courtesan, after all, and I want my time with you that I didn't get earlier.” His voice echoed in the dank space. He freed himself from his breeches and picked her up, pushing her harder against the stone wall. She put her legs around him, and without another word spoken,

slid into her, hot and hard. Her arousal dissipated in a moment at his disregard for her comfort. She sighed in fear in the dank, chilly space they occupied. He kissed her, biting her lip and drawing a little blood as he moved in and out of her, the sound of his breath harsh in the echoing cellar. Nothing in his motions was tender, and Lucinda wanted him to finish. She prayed it would be over soon as he pushed in and out of her, rubbing her raw. Hugo growled and nipped her breasts as he tore the top of her wool gown. She grabbed his hair to brace herself from knocking her head against the wall as he grunted and rammed into her. He released with a final push and a moan, then dumped her on the ground, without warning. “Now get out of here. It's not safe walking around at night.” His eyes glittered in the light of the sconce. “But I heard—” she whispered through raw, bleeding lips before she was interrupted. “No, you didn't. No one is here.” He ground the words out, teeth clenched as he gripped her arm and steered her toward the door. Lucinda swallowed, deciding not to fight him any further now. She would just come back later when he wasn't there. He followed her out of the cellar and through the castle, back to her chamber. He didn't offer to come in, and she sighed in relief.

She heard his footsteps going down the hall, and she looked at the clock on the mantle. Just after midnight. Sleep beckoned, and she hurt all over. The cellar would have to wait until morning. *** She woke before dawn broke, after a night of crazy dreams of robed men and wolves chasing her through the garden maze, and around the grounds of Castle Greymar. Heidi, as was her way, seemed to sense she was awake and knocked on the door before Lucinda had even stepped foot out of bed. “Miss, it's quite early.” “I know, but I didn't sleep well.” She half-smiled, without meeting the other woman's eyes. Lucinda’s cheeks felt ablaze. What must she think of me after last night? Ah, well. What courtesan had ever been thought of as a person of high moral character? “Could you please get me dressed, Heidi? Just a simple sack dress will do.” She chose a gray one, and Lucinda hastened into it. “Would you like me to fix your hair, miss?” Heidi furrowed her brow, seemingly perplexed at the rush. “No. Thank you very much, but not now. Maybe later.” Heidi curtsied. “I'll check on you later, miss.” Then she slipped out of the room, and Lucinda sighed with relief as she put on her clogs. She walked out of the room and down the hall on quiet feet. She knew most of the house wouldn't be awake after the revels of last night. She hurried down the twisting hallways and through the rooms to the kitchen, sucking in her breath, after

realizing one of the servants might be there at this time of morning. Afraid to look, she peeked out from behind the wall of the dining room. No one was in sight. Lucinda darted in and pulled the cellar door open. In the darkness, it creaked as she did so. She caught her breath at a sound, but then heard nothing else. Keeping close to the wall with her unsteady flame lighting the way, she passed canned jars, and then the spot where Hugo had taken her last night. Flushing at the memory, Lucinda knew she loathed him. She hated him for taking her as he had the night before, when she was worried about Rae. After her time at Castle Greymar, she would break her agreement to be his courtesan. A feeling of peace descended over her at the resolution. A moan came from close by, and her heart stopped. Lucinda clutched her chest and headed toward it. A door to her left seemed a good choice. She opened it, glad it was unlocked, though it was made of heavy wood. “Damn!” Her candle flickered, threatening to go out. Darkness engulfed her in this room that seemed to be underground. She soon realized it wasn't a room, but the top to a set of winding stone stairs. Her stomach tightened as she groped around, until she finally laid her hand on a banister of sorts. The rough wood splintered into her palms, and she gasped in pain. She continued to hold tight, though, because the alternative of falling into darkness seemed far worse. With hesitant steps, Lucinda made her way through unrelenting blackness down a torturous flight of stairs, reaching the bottom as a pungent odor overwhelmed her. She could only describe it as evil, like the bowels of Hell had let loose in this place. The air stung her skin, cold and

forbidding. Shivering, she hugged herself, wanting nothing more than to leave and never return. “Who's there?” A cracked, nearly unrecognizable voice came from the darkness. “Rae?” she whispered, not wanting to believe it. “Lucinda. Help me. Please...” Her friend’s voice dwindled away to nothing. Lucinda felt along the stone wall until she felt hard metal. She believed it to be a sort of chain or cuff. Her foot nudged a soft object. “Lucinda, please...” “I’ll get help, Rae. I swear to you.” Tears dropped from her eyes as the stench of her friend’s unwashed body overwhelmed her. She didn't want to think about what Rae looked like, and was grateful for the small mercy of not seeing her. Lucinda reached down and touched her, wanting to give some small comfort. “Be careful.” Rae's voice trailed away as Lucinda stumbled back up the steps, panting. I have to get Thomas to help. Once she reached the main level, she ran down the halls of the castle like a madwoman, until she realized Thomas must be on the floor below her own chamber. Her breath came in hitches, and sobs stuck in her throat. Lucinda stood in the hallway, afraid to pound on the wrong door. The last person she wanted to see was Hugo. By coincidence, she heard a door down the hall swing open. She gasped with relief at the sight of Thomas. “Love, what are you doing standing there? Have you been naughty?” He walked toward her, wiggling his eyebrows and smiling.

“No. I—” She felt choked and frantic as she clutched at him. “Please help me.” Lucinda's voice trembled, and the smile died on his lips as he took her into his arms. He smoothed her hair, but she could not relax, knowing where Rae was, even then. “Of course I'll help you, Lucinda. What's wrong?” She babbled until the entire story came out. His face showed astonishment, but he agreed to go with her to the cellar. She was glad he had the sense of mind to grab candles from the kitchen drawer on the way. With no one present, he opened the cellar door and silence surrounded them. “She's down here.” She motioned him forward and they walked through the dark space until they reached the door to Rae's filthy cell. They took the stairs down with haste, and Lucinda held her breath, trying not to smell the stench. When they stepped down into the dank, dark room, silence enclosed them once again. “Lucinda, there's no one here.” Thomas swept his candle around the room. She stared in disbelief. Her friend, Rae, was gone.

Chapter Nine

“But, but—” She found herself speechless, something of a rare occurrence. Lucinda trembled, holding onto a slimy wall for support as Thomas continued searching around the room. “I believe you, Lucinda, but as you can see, she's gone now. Might it have been a prank or a game she was involved in?” He averted his gaze away from hers. “No! It was no game. She lay right here, covered in filth and begging me.” Tears filled her eyes. Lucinda glimpsed two steel rings on the wall and gasped, pointing them out to him. “Do you see these? That's how she was handcuffed here.” He examined them, while his nearness comforted her. “Yes,” he answered, touching them. “There's blood on them.” She saw him frowning as he added, “And you say you think Hugo did this?” “I know it. He accosted me down here last night and he…” she faltered, but she hoped Thomas read her meaning. “He stopped you before you got to the room?” “Yes.” “I see. We'll deal with him this morning. In fact, I'll find him now. I want you to go back to your room, Lucinda. Lock the door and don't open it for anyone unless they speak and you know the voice. I won't see you hurt.” He took the stairs back up two at a time, and she followed.

Her heart hammered in her chest. “Please, can I go with you?” Lucinda not only feared for herself, but feared for him as well, and the thought of him being harmed by Hugo was more than she could bear. “No, love. It will be over soon enough if I do find him.” He set his lips into a frown. They made their way back to her chamber where he kissed her, holding her close to him for a moment. “Whatever happens, stay in here until I, or someone you trust, tells you it's safe to come out. If Hugo is as mad as you think he is…” “I'll remain here. I promise. Be careful, Thomas.” She touched his lips with her fingers. “I'll be back soon. I love you, you know.” He looked at her one last time and she didn’t hear him leave until she’d bolted her door. Despite her distress over Rae's situation, happiness flooded her at his declaration. She paced the room, wringing her hands. The castle sat in silence. Lucinda made her toilet, desperate for any distraction. The face that met her eyes in the mirror was one that was careworn and sad. “Lucinda, can I come in?” Thomas knocked on the door some time later. She rushed to let him in. “Did you find him?” Opening the door, she then grabbed him by the shoulders. “No. He's gone. He left early this morning, by the looks of it.” “What?” She collapsed onto the bed. “Yes, and there’s no sign of Rae. The butler saw his carriage roll up, but he didn't watch Hugo get into it.” Thomas frowned, his green eyes dark.

“Perhaps she’s still here somewhere.” “I don't know, Lucinda. If she is, hopefully the investigators will find her.” *** The rest of the day passed in a search for Rae that was to no avail. Lord John looked a fright and kept sighing and mumbling. Lucinda knew his heart was broken, and it saddened her to think how much he cared for Rae and how painful it must be for him to not know her fate. “Didn't any of you hear her crying out?” she asked them as they gathered in the drawing room later for tea. “No.” They all looked at her, their knitted brows and frowns indicating how puzzled they were. Nolan spoke up. “It's probably because you were above her, the layout of the house, I mean. We're farther over, away from the cellar.” “You're right.” Lucinda felt a little better at his explanation. She believed if the servants had heard or saw anything, they would’ve kept quiet, thinking it was all part of the debauchery taking place here. She excused herself, heavyhearted, and trudged up to her room. The late rays of the day slanted through her chamber windows, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Lucinda figured she would get a chance, that the men would no doubt be as unconcerned with amorous pursuits as she was at the moment. She woke to a light knocking on her door. Thomas and Nolan had insisted she keep it locked until they found out if Hugo was back in London, or at least, somewhere

far away from them. Lucinda got up—rubbing her eyes—and saw the very men she spoke of at the door. “Can we come in? We thought you might be able to use some company, perhaps to share your sorrows with.” She held open the door, happy they were there in spite of her worries and fears. She watched them both disrobe, and her heart pounded at both Thomas' sleek body and Nolan's more muscular one. Lucinda swallowed and climbed into bed. There was just room enough for the three of them, and they slid in on either side of her. She lay on her side and Thomas turned to her, his body hard against hers as he kissed her lips. Lucinda sighed, enjoying the mindless sensation as well as his nearness. Nolan held her against him from behind as he kissed her neck and ran his fingers through her hair. They both handled her with gentleness, and she cried a bit as they caressed and kissed her. The length of their cocks pressing into her flooded her with arousal, but neither made any advances as she took comfort in them holding her. She must’ve drifted off to sleep sometime during the night exactly as she lay. When Lucinda awoke, both men were gone. A sort of peace came over her despite her worry over Rae. She was drawn to Nolan and Thomas and wondered if she would have a chance to get to know them better. I'll need a new benefactor to return to London. She had a feeling Hugo would already have her belongings packed up from her apartment and maybe even shuttered by the time she returned to the city. Lucinda rose, knowing she had letters to send. ***

In the next week, they learned Hugo Cranston had indeed vanished. Lucinda's employers discovered no one had heard from him, and her London apartment had indeed been closed up. He might’ve fled the country for France. Though, with plenty of money and good looks, in truth, he could’ve likely fled anywhere. With any story he concocted to suffice for most people—as long as it came from the lips of a nobleman. January was rapidly passing, and they were in the third week of the month. The search for Rae had long been called off with promises from investigators they’d remain on the case. Much of the passion and debauchery that had marked Lucinda's first week there had waned. The house had a pall over it from Rae's disappearance, yet no one suggested they end the party at Castle Greymar. Lucinda's worries about the possibility of Hugo still being on the grounds were laid to rest when reports surfaced that he’d been seen briefly in London the week before. Since then, she breathed easier and took long walks alone again. One morning, Thomas Law joined her on one. They strode through the maze, the sun warming their backs on a day of unseasonable warmth. Her arm in his, he stopped her in the middle of the maze. “What will you do when this month is over, Lucinda?” The sun glistened off of his auburn curls, and she drank in the sight of him. She’d admitted her feelings for him to herself, but she didn't know if he shared them. Hope was hard to muster in light of recent events. “I'm not sure. I suppose I'll go back to London and search for another benefactor.” She looked away from him. “I see.” His words sounded clipped.

“Does that displease you? I must earn a living, you know.” She stroked his hand with a light touch as they walked. “No, it doesn't. It's just that—” He stopped midsentence. “I’m open to offers, of course.” Her statement made her flush, and he cleared his throat, not looking at her. She felt the sting of his rejection with his body language. She’d made a bold move, and now felt like a scolded child. Silence descended upon them, and when they exited the maze, he excused himself and went inside. She wondered what his reaction had been about. Did he not wish to serve as a benefactor? Did he dislike her, or had he changed his mind about her? Only a few days hence he had proclaimed his love. Lucinda's eyes grew wet at the thought. She squared her shoulders and steeled herself to be stronger. Wanting more solitude, Lucinda headed beyond the maze toward the tree line and cemetery. Lucinda wished to see it, since she’d always been taken with gravestone rubbings and reading headstones as a child, and when she’d seen this plot after a few days here, she was determined to spend some time examining it. Her melancholy mood suited such pursuits. She strolled across the green lawn with no one in sight. The thought of finding out about the generations who’d lived at Castle Greymar thrilled her. The cemetery was nestled on the edge of the woods in a fenced-in space no bigger than a large room. Generations of Marshalls lay there, represented by overturned headstones, lichen covered crosses and moss-eaten angels. She righted a few unsteady pots of old flowers,

wishing to make the place tidy. The thought of no one having come here for some time made her grow melancholy, and she turned her thoughts again to Rae. She sat on an old, mossy bench, watching the rays of late afternoon sunlight slant through the trees, thinking of her old friend. A torrent of grief spilled from her. It seemed the right place for it, amongst the silent watchers who had passed on before. A sense of peace stole over her. Lucinda stood and walked through the graves, wanting to see some of the oldest ones toward the back of the plot. At the edge of the fence, her foot sank into a muddy spot that looked recently overturned. She shivered. Who’d been digging here? Her hands grew damp as she pulled her foot out of the hole with a sick, sucking sound. Her heart caught in her throat as she examined the dirt around the plot. She looked for something to dig with, not wanting to leave until she figured out why this spot was in such shape. No headstone rested over it, so no one should be in this space. The rest of the graveyard boasted a neat layout. This simply didn't fit, and she guessed this was one of the few spaces left for future generations. Lucinda climbed over the thigh-high fence in her haste, foraging for a stick. She found a few large ones and went back into the enclosure. Digging into the earth, she heaped the soil to the side. In just a few minutes, she struck something with her branch, something softer than mud. Rae's flowing locks of hair spilled out of the ground, and Lucinda threw the tool aside, screaming.

Chapter Ten

She backed away from the gruesome hole, shaking and sobbing. Her legs trembled, but Lucinda knew she had to get back to the castle to tell the others. “Oh, Rae. How could he have had done this to you?” she murmured, then took off running toward the dreary edifice that seemed miles away. She reached the backdoor of the castle, wrenching it open with a shout. “Please help me! I've found Rae!” she yelled, and all the men came out of the drawing room where they always conversed before dinner. “What the devil are you talking about, Lucinda?” John Marshall stared at her, his brown eyes wild with grief and fear. “I've found her…in the cemetery.” She touched his shoulder with hesitant fingers. “Get some shovels!” Marcus yelled at the butler and others who were gathered around, listening. They grabbed tools in haste and ran toward the cemetery. Lucinda followed, walking this time, sobbing into her hands. She already knew Rae was there and could not bear the thought of seeing her unearthed. She knew it was the least that could be done after not being able to save her.

I'm so sorry, Rae. And now, they will never know the extent of the terrible things you had to endure, alone, in that dark hole. That thought doubled her over, tears racking her frame. At last, she reached the edge of the cemetery. John Marshall fell on the ground, sobbing at the sight of the hole. Thomas had had the presence of mind to bring a blanket. She saw him lift Rae's stiff, discolored, naked body and wrap her with care in it. She howled in grief. They walked back toward the house and a servant was dispatched to fetch the local authorities. A lone investigator and a doctor came to ask questions and care for Rae's remains. Hugo Cranston still had not been found, but if he set foot back in England, he would likely face swift justice. Everyone ate little and retired early after dinner. Lucinda had cried all she could, and her eyes and face hurt from grief. She felt a strange sense of blame at having been Hugo's companion, he who had done this terrible thing to her best friend. Sitting on the bed, she pushed those dark thoughts from her mind. Neither Rae nor she had known the depths of his depravity before coming here, and no one probably ever would. Heidi came in and brushed her hair, taking extra care. Her kindness almost made Lucinda cry again, but she was too exhausted. After donning her chemise, Lucinda crawled into bed. Some hours later, she heard the clock strike twelve. The door creaked open. So tired was she, she didn't even turn over. A man climbed in with her, stroking her face. “Lucinda.”

It was Nolan. A twinge of disappointment shot through her that it wasn’t Thomas. She had wished for him to come earlier, but he had not. Something stood between them, and she wasn't sure what it was. She murmured Nolan’s name, and he pulled her to him, kissing her face. His lips were soft as they captured hers. His hard cock probed her stomach, and she moaned. It had been a while since she’d been touched, and her experiences in this place came back to her as he licked her neck and sucked on her earlobe. “You're so gorgeous, sweet,” he rasped out the compliment as his passion made Lucinda wet. He put his hand between her thighs, his rough palms electrifying her nub as he rubbed it. Pulling her chemise down, he tongued her nipple and bit it with no mercy. Her orgasm came against his fingertips, the pent-up pressure too much for her to bear. Nolan continued to tease her breasts with his tongue, ripping her chemise off and casting it aside. She ran her fingers through his brown curls, luxuriating in the soft feel of them, and dug her fingernails into his scalp. “Turn over on your stomach, love,” he whispered, and she did, her heart skipping in her chest. She knew he favored the darker side of love. Lucinda wondered what he had planned. “I've wanted to take you this way from the first minute I saw your round, little ass. Will you let me do as I want?” His voice was hard, and a thrill shot up from her cunt to her nipples.

“Yes. Take me as you will.” She heard him gasp at her response, and Lucinda smiled against the pillow. His breath came warm against her buttocks, and she groaned as he moved over her with his mouth, licking and sucking her bare flesh. Only one man had done this before, and that’d been in the maze. Nolan continued to stroke her legs with his hands and pleasure her backside with his mouth. He moved to the crack between her buttocks, and Lucinda whimpered as his tongue traced paths of fire down the length of it. He flicked his tongue against her tight hole and then pressed it inside, making her gasp in shock and pleasure. He tunneled his tongue deeper into her ass, and she cried out from the sensation of it. “That's just the start, my sweet.” He laughed, and Lucinda heard him fumbling for something. She felt him rub something slick inside her crack, and her cunt buzzed with the sensation of his fingers against her hole. “You might feel a little pressure, but bear with me.” She felt an object against her narrow opening, and Lucinda gasped at the pain mingled with pleasure as it entered her with some force. Nolan kissed her buttocks until she wriggled, wanting relief. He answered her whimpering by pushing the object, which she now knew was the wooden dildo, deeper into her hole. He slid it in and out, the slippery liquid that covered it making entrance and exit easier, though pain was never far from the ripples of stimulation slithering through her body.

“Oh, Nolan…” She grabbed her pillow, unable to stand the magnitude of her feelings. “I'm going to fill you up, love. I want to be inside you. You're driving me wild.” Nolan pulled out the dildo and positioned himself over her as she panted. He pushed his cock into her still slick crack by inches, and she sighed at the fullness of him inside her. Nolan rested there for a moment. “There. How's that feel?” He held her hips in his hands and pushed into her farther. She groaned, unable to speak. He sank his cock even deeper inside, and darts of pain and ecstasy shot through her bottom half. He sped up, pushing in, sliding out, all while grunting as he passionately pulled on her hair. Lucinda yelped when he smacked her ass with his palm. He leaned over her, his lips on her cheek, his teeth biting as he slammed into her. “How is it, little courtesan?” He laughed, and she felt him tense, then release himself into her. She moaned with pleasure as his hot seed slid down her crack. He pulled out by inches, caressing her thighs with rough palms as he did so. “Lucinda, you're amazing.” Nolan pulled out and turned her over, kissing and sucking her stomach and moving down her body. He knelt between her legs, holding her quivering thighs apart. Lucinda arched as he ran his tongue over her nub, teasing her until all thinking ceased and only lecherous intentions remained. “Please…” she whispered, clutching his shoulders.

“In time,” Nolan said, putting his fingers inside her and sucking her swollen bud. “Ohh,” she whimpered as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive place, feeling as if he traced fire over her. He plunged his fingers in and out, and flicks of his tongue sent her over the edge, a cascade of relief and ecstasy washing over her. “Nolan, oh, Nolan. The things you do to me.” She panted as he came back up and took her in his arms. He kissed her greedily and murmured words of endearment. He then grew quiet, and Lucinda thought he was asleep. She ran her fingers through his luxurious curls, happier than she’d been in some time. She enjoyed his company and the sex, though she didn't love him. For the moment, it was enough that his talents nearly made her forget about Thomas. His voice full of sleep, he whispered, “I'd like to be your benefactor, Lucinda, when this is all over.” She wondered if she’d imagined his statement. Tears rolled down her cheeks as thoughts of Rae and her fate invaded her mind. She shivered from the cool air of the room and didn't sleep until the clock struck three.

Chapter Eleven

She awoke in the bed alone and wondered again if Nolan had really asked her to be his courtesan. It seemed impossible after the events surrounding their time at the castle, but then again, he knew she was all but alone, now that Hugo had taken flight. And surely, he would hang as a murderer if he were ever captured. Her thoughts turned to Thomas Law as Heidi helped her dress for the day in a stylish peach gown. She was perplexed as to how he really felt about her, and what kept him distant. Lucinda sighed, a black mood descending upon her once again at thoughts of Rae. Her friend had no family, and Lucinda wondered what arrangements would be made for her funeral. When she went down to breakfast, Lord John sat at the table, head in his hands. “Good morning. I hope you slept well.” She spoke in a soft voice, not wishing to startle him. “No, I didn't sleep at all.” He sighed, pushing lank hair out of his eyes and taking a sip of coffee. “Are there any—any arrangements for Rae yet?” she asked, still keeping a low tone of voice as she took her seat where her breakfast had been laid out in front of her.

“Yes. I heard from the local parson. He'll perform the burial ceremony. She’s to be laid to rest on the grounds of Castle Greymar. I loved her so much, you know.” John's face trembled. “Yes, I know you did, and I know she loved you.” Lucinda reached out and clasped his hand, squeezing it. “A true burial here will be perfect. How good of you. I know she’ll be at rest here.” Tears choked her voice and fell into her porridge and fruit. “Dear girl, don't cry. You were such a good friend to her. You did all you could. Rae always spoke so well of you. She loved you like a sister.” John put his hand on hers, and she gave him an exaggerated smile she didn't feel. “Thank you. I feel the same way about her.” He returned her watery smile, and said, “It's good to talk to you, because you truly knew her. I am so angry with myself that I brought her here with—that man. Did you know of his inclinations?” John turned a hard gaze in her direction. “No. The strange thing is, he shared the bed with me at times, but he hardly touched me at all. In truth, our affair hadn’t been consummated. That is, until I came here.” He raised an eyebrow. “What a strange business.” “Yes, it is. I only wish to put Hugo Cranston behind me and try to remember the good of Rae's life.” She patted his hand and finished her porridge, wanting to be away from him now. Grief threatened to swallow her in its black grasp. She realized the dress she had on was shockingly unfitting. What was I thinking?

John rose a moment later and wandered out of the room. Lucinda thought he might’ve forgotten her presence amidst his thoughts of Rae. She could understand that. She hastened upstairs. Heidi bustled about the room, straightening her things. She requested the maid’s help with a change of gown. “The house is in mourning, of course,” Lucinda explained, feeling foolish. “Yes, miss.” Heidi pulled out a stark black and white affair, and Lucinda wished she had other clothing more suitable. She knew there were only a couple of other dresses like it to alternate between. She went down the hall, hoping to find the library and spend some time reading. When she peered out the window, she saw the sky loomed gray and ominous, and it suited her mood. When she reached the room after a few minutes of searching, Thomas Law spoke from a cozy chair in the corner. “Why, hello, Lucinda. How was your evening? Wonderful, I trust.” His voice came at her like a gibe, and his red hair gleamed in the firelight of the dim room. “It was fine. Why do you ask?” Her heart thudded. She knew why he’d asked. Nolan must have informed him and maybe all of the men at breakfast about their night of passion, and his wishes for the future. Her face flushed, but Lucinda jerked her chin up, determined not to let Thomas know he was getting to her. “No particular reason. I'll leave you to your reading.” He got up and brushed past her.

Tears sprang to her eyes and she turned on him, fists balled. “Why are you treating me this way? Two days ago we were close, and now, you treat me with disdain.” “Not disdain, love, distance. I have my reasons.” He turned on his heel and left. She crumpled into a chair, feeling weaker than at any time in her life. Rae was dead, and the man she had the most affinity for disliked her for a reason she couldn't quite determine. So inclined not to give in to her grief, she decided to hunt for a poem Rae would’ve liked. She had often confessed her love for Milton's Paradise Lost. Lucinda grew absorbed in her reading, heartened by the lovely writing. She chose a passage about the Lord, hoping the minister would read it at Rae's service. The afternoon passed with rain and fog, but the written word quieted her. After some time had passed, Heidi summoned her to tea. “Miss, you must eat something,” she chided, helping her out of the chair and taking the book, promising to deliver it to John with her request. “The men folk wish for you to join them in the sitting room for tea in a few minutes.” “Thank you, Heidi.” She gazed out the window, glad Rae no longer lay in that wet earth in a place where her spirit could not rest. Wiping her eyes, she felt somewhat refreshed after her cathartic afternoon alone. Tea was a somber affair. John agreed to have the minster read the chosen passage from Paradise Lost. No one said much. The clock ticked like a loud gong in her ears, and Lucinda wished to be away.

After commenting that Rae's funeral was set for the next morning, John immediately fell silent. She felt relief to hear that as she finished her butter-laden scones and bracing tea. As soon as possible, Lucinda excused herself and went to her bedroom. She thought she would have the evening to herself, doubtful any of the men would come to her that night, and she was relieved to find it so. Lucinda passed the evening embroidering and reading in her bedroom, having gotten absorbed in Satan's rhetoric in Milton's work. Learning of that sort was pleasurable, and never wasted in her duties as a courtesan. She’d made a decision to wear her other fancier black gown for the funeral. Lucinda hoped for sunny weather, or at least, a break in the constant drizzle and fog that had plagued the day. Heidi came in and stoked the fire and helped her get out of her mourning clothes. Lucinda slid into bed, noticing new, clean sheets. She thanked Heidi in her mind for her kindness, and wondered what she would’ve done without her assistance at Castle Greymar. A pang went through her and she recognized it as loneliness. She’d more than welcome the company of men to the acute solitude of the moment. The room surrounded her, it was all too quiet. She shifted in bed, restless. Sighing, she got out and paced the chamber. After some time, she stood in front of the window, feeling her limbs and eyes growing heavy. A howl shattered the peace and drowse that threatened to overtake her. A glance at the lawn showed nothing at first, though it seemed the sound had come

from so close by. The thought made her heart race. Through the window, down below at ground level, she saw glowing yellow eyes and a beastly body. She screamed, diving under her covers. Her pulse pounded and Lucinda gasped for breath, wondering if the thing she had seen on the lawn—what was it?—would be able to get inside. At least, it would have to the climb stairs first. That thought somewhat eased her mind, and she drifted into a troubled sleep. *** The day dawned with sun-washed skies, and Lucinda rejoiced at such weather for Rae's memorial. Her personality matched the day’s and the warmth of the air also cheered her, dispelling her thoughts of the thing on the lawn she’d seen the night before. The funeral went off without a hitch, and John placed a dozen white roses on Rae's silver gilt coffin. The first thuds of dark earth falling onto it overwhelmed her, and she broke down in tears. Nolan put his arm around her. She’d not missed his navigation to her side before the graveside service had begun. Rae now rested in the fenced-in family cemetery, just a few plots over from where John Marshall would one day join her. Though she had not been his wife, Lucinda thought he might’ve planned on such measures. The idea made her melancholy, but she knew Rae. Her friend would’ve wanted some celebration and laughter on this day. Lucinda and the men made the best of things and welcomed mourners into the place.

Some of the women of the community gave Lucinda a stare when John Marshall introduced her as his cousin. Word spread in places like this, and Lucinda was certain they already knew who she really was. She thanked him later for his delicacy. He was such a kind man. Too bad she wasn't drawn to him as she was to Thomas…and at moments, Nolan. She knew Nolan didn't hold the allure Thomas did. Love could not be forced, though Lucinda hoped her sentiments would change. The day passed in a blur of strange faces and some familiar ones. A few friends from London came, other courtesans they knew. Many appeared to simper as they hugged John. She hated them for their all too clear intentions toward him. He’d been a good benefactor to Rae, and some of these women were on the prowl to take her place. Lucinda noticed he kept them at arm's length, and she cheered him in silence. She figured he needed time and space to collect his thoughts and decide on what was next. When Lucinda returned to her room that evening, after a light supper of leftover food brought by various households, every muscle of her body, including her head, ached, after the strain of grief and smiling for strangers. She settled into her warm bed around ten that evening, and gasped when a knock sounded on the door. Four men stood there when she opened it.

Chapter Twelve

She could hardly believe it. Her head pounded. “We're here for you, Lucinda. It's been a terrible day for all of us.” They wore masks again, but she knew John spoke. “We only expect to be with you. To give you and ourselves some relief after the events of the day. We have no other demands…if that is agreeable to you, of course.” Lucinda nodded. How could it not be okay? She was here at their pleasure, and an orgasm, in her experience, had never made her life worse. “I insist.” She decided to get right to the point and not play coy. All four men were naked, and the excitement sent tingles down her spine at the sight of them. She knew them now even without clothing. John moved to the side of the bed, touching himself, his cock erect. The other three—Nolan, Thomas and Marcus came toward her. They nudged her with hands and thighs onto the bed. The sight of their hard cocks gave Lucinda satisfaction. Thomas knelt near her head, holding his stiff, tanned cock in hand. She turned her toward him, ignoring the others for a moment. “What do you want?” she asked in a quiet voice. “Your mouth.” His words came out in a snarl of desire through his black mask. “And that's all?” she asked. He didn't answer, but she heard his sharp intake of breath. “Fine. You'll have it then.”

He hesitated for only a second before he rubbed the tip of his engorged member against her lips. Lucinda licked the soft lines of her mouth and flicked her tongue over the head, and he groaned. Marcus centered himself over her, rubbing her breasts. He sat on her lower stomach and hips, stroking himself. She felt Nolan at her feet, rubbing them. A groan escaped her lips at the bliss he incited with his fingers. The three of them at once was almost more than Lucinda could bear. Through narrowed lids, she watched John stroke himself in slow motion, the sight further arousing her. Thomas pushed farther into her mouth, and she sensed an urgency in him as he ran his warm fingers over her face, whispering her name. “Lucinda.” She longed for, or at least, imagined some tenderness in his words as she took him down her throat, her body screaming with pleasure as all three men ravished her. Nolan rubbed her calves and Marcus tweaked her nipples. She sucked Thomas and watched John pulling on his engorged cock. Tingles ran through her cunt as she neared the edge of orgasm, just from their attention to her body. Thomas plunged his cock in her mouth and she twisted her tongue around it, drawing gasps from him. He tugged her hair with some violence, making her wince. It pleased her when he spurted hot and thick down her throat. She sucked every drop of him and swallowed, enjoying his moan of release. He touched her face once more, giving her a long look. Then he left the room. A curious pang ran through her chest despite the pleasure she felt.

She heard John sigh with release at the side of the bed and she arched an eyebrow in his direction. “Goodnight, sweet Lucinda,” he whispered, bowing and leaving the room. Nolan caressed her thighs with his hands. “That feels so good,” she crooned. Marcus sucked her nipples and his heavy cock pushed against her stomach. She moaned with desire, craving her release. “You like my fat cock on you, do you, love?” He laughed, teasing her with his tongue on her nipples. At the same moment, Nolan moved up to her cunt, his fingers sliding inside her. “Oh, please,” she begged. “You got her, mate?” Marcus asked, stroking his cock and looking at her face. “I do,” Nolan answered, rubbing her bud as he did, causing her to whimper. Marcus leaned over Lucinda, his hands stroking his cock. “Where should I put it, sweet?” He ground the words out. “On my face.” She didn't hesitate. The few times she’d experienced it, she’d enjoyed a man's hot seed bursting on her lips, eyes and tongue. Something about it reeked of the most primitive needs of man and woman. She didn't understand why some courtesans rejected the practice. “Oh, you are sweet, love.” Marcus jerked and his hot emission landed on her face. He laughed with pleasure. She licked the bit on her lips, and he drew in his breath. “Woman, I could be with you all night. You bring out the beast in me.” He climbed off

her and grabbed a towel by the basin before cleaning her face with it, his touch tender. He kissed her and left the room. Nolan continued his ministrations to her cunt. She hovered on the edge of orgasm, her head whipping from side to side. He stopped and brought his cock against her bud, rubbing it back and forth, driving her crazy with a need for release. “You're so insatiable, Lucinda. I've always wanted to spend nights with a woman like you.” He sighed the words and then entered her, sliding in slowly, nestling deep inside her cunt. “Ohh…” she whispered. He moved inside her, using his fingers on her swollen bit of flesh. She yelped as pleasure shot through her, and brought her to the peak. He grunted as Lucinda yelled her release, moving in and out of her in rapid motion. He moaned and spurted warmth into her cunt, shoving himself deep inside her before he collapsed, hugging her hard. They lay silent for a moment. Nolan kissed her cheek. “Is it okay if I leave, sweet? I think I could sleep for days—thanks to you.” He grinned and squeezed her arm. “Yes. I'm totally spent now.” She smiled, kissing his nose once he pulled his mask off, and she could get to it. His whiskers tickled her cheeks. “Goodnight then, sweet girl. Sleep well.” He looked as if he wanted to say something more, but he just hugged her and slipped out of bed. She rolled over, finding sleep in a moment. ***

The next few days passed in peace and quiet. John came to her chamber one night and they had a sweet session together. She sensed his need for release, and afterward, he cried on her shoulder, telling her stories of Rae, late into the night. The incident healed something in her and sensed for him as well, and Lucinda appreciated his gentle nature and kindness to Rae during her life. Despite the peace of the castle, she felt it held its breath like a giant beast waiting for the next move of an underling. She shook the thought off and enjoyed games on the lawn with the men on a sunny day. She noticed Thomas pulling away from her, but she felt helpless to stop it. So, she decided to ignore him and focused all her attention upon Nolan. Whenever she saw jealousy flare in Thomas' eyes, she enjoyed it, for she took it to mean he cared. She reveled in having her bed to herself during her monthly visitor. Most men didn't care for it, and Lucinda told her employers with great deference what the situation was. Later that evening, she heard a knock on her chamber door. Surprised, she got up to answer it, wondering what man would want to be with her. Lucinda knew some men liked to be with a woman when she had her visitation, though not many. John Randall stood at the door. “May I come in? I need to talk to you.” Lucinda's pulse raced. By his tone, she had the unshakeable feeling that whatever he wanted to say to her was of utmost importance.

Chapter Thirteen

She beckoned John in with a flourish of her hand. “Please sit.” She offered him the chair near the bed and took the one at her vanity for herself. “Lucinda, thank you for all your kindness, and for staying after Rae's death.” He cleared his throat and tears sprang to his eyes. She pitied him. “I have enjoyed my time here.” She knew it was coming to an end in a week. The thought made Lucinda feel out of sorts. “I’m glad to hear it.” He half-smiled and the room grew silent. She flushed, feeling awkward and wondering what he was going to say next. “Lucinda, I have a proposition for you.” John's brown eyes gleamed in the light. He wasn't a handsome man, but he had a kind smile and fair features. “Yes?” She forced the word out, afraid of what it might be. She didn't want to make any choices right now. Getting away from the castle would be necessary for decision making. It had an influence over her with its dark halls and long past. “Lucinda, I don't want another courtesan. What happened with Rae has taught me something.” His words spilled out and he clasped his hands in his lap. She waited, holding her breath, a smile plastered on her face. “I'm looking for a wife, Lucinda. I wish to have heirs, and I'm not getting any younger.” A strange light entered his eyes.

He is obsessed with having heirs. The thought surprised her and she shoved it aside as unkind. Most men wanted children, especially men with land and title. Still, Lucinda stayed silent. She knew he had to be around thirty-nine to her younger twenty-five. That age gap was nothing to a courtesan, to her, for she had many friends who’d married men in their fifties. At least, John still had most of his hair. “I want you to consider marrying me. You have become so dear to me, Lucinda.” He moved over to her, standing beside her chair. He tilted her chin up, looking into her eyes. She smiled, not sure what to do, knowing she wouldn't answer him immediately. “I’m flattered, John.” And she was. Most courtesans would’ve taken his offer, for a man like John possessed a huge estate, with plenty of money to go along with it. But Lucinda wasn't sure if that was what mattered to her anymore. When she’d accepted Hugo, it’d been for his dashing looks and money. With Rae’s unfortunate death came a renewed understanding of the precious, ephemeral nature of her youth, tempting her to enjoy other pleasures. The image of Thomas in her mind did as well. Nolan's face also crowded her thoughts. She must’ve sighed, because John let go of her chin, looking at her with concern. “Are you well, Lucinda?” “Yes. I truly am honored, John, but I need to think about your offer. Could I have the remainder of the week to do so? She smiled and he took her hand, holding it in his. “Of course, dear lady. I’m honored to have your consideration. It would mean more to me than you could know, if you accept.” He bowed low in front of her. “Sleep well.” He walked out of the room, and Lucinda blew her breath out in a gust.

Anxiety crowded her mind as she tried to fall asleep. What am I going to do? She’d never been faced with so many choices at once, in her young life. But really, she favored only one. And with that, the image of Thomas’ face followed her into sleep. A nightmare, in which Rae pulled herself out of a wet patch of earth, with Hugo chasing them both into the night, startled her. She awoke gasping for air. Her door swung open. “What the devil are you screaming about? I was headed to my room when I heard you.” Thomas walked inside, his ruffled shirt in disarray over his muscled chest, his silky sleep trousers riding up one hip. She swallowed at the sight of him. “I had a nightmare. It was dreadful. I'm sorry.” Lucinda put her head in her hands, trying to clear it. He strode over and flung himself down on the bed beside her. She became aware of everything about him—the musky scent of tobacco, the vanilla that clung to his skin and his burnished curls in the candlelight. “Do you want to tell me about it? It might help.” He gazed at her, and desire filled her. She clung to the bedsheet, trembling at the memory of Rae's ruined face, and Hugo's breath on her neck as he gave chase. “No, I'm fine. It's just going to take time for me to sleep well again.” “I see.” Thomas raised his eyebrows and frowned. “Would you like me to stay with you tonight?” He moved closer, covering her hand with his.

“Yes. I'd like that.” Lucinda's voice came out in a squeak, and she blushed. What is it about this man that makes me as giddy as a schoolgirl? “Well, lie down then. I'm here now, and I won't leave until I see you waking, after a night of rest.” He blew out the candle, and Lucinda pulled the covers up, her pulse pounding in her cunt at the thought of sharing the bed with him. She felt him slip under the sheets. He pulled her close, running his fingers through her hair. Lucinda closed her eyes in bliss. If only he could always love me like this… “I would never let anything happen to you, Lucinda.” He kissed her eyelids, stroking her neck as she moaned her arousal. He pressed closer under the covers, his erection hard against her stomach. She felt for his face in the darkness, putting her fingers on his lips. Smiling, Lucinda pushed them into his mouth and he sucked them. She sighed as a jolt went through her. “God, Lucinda, you drive me wild.” He pulled her closer and she felt every inch of him through her thin chemise. She wasn't sure if he would want her, but Lucinda longed for him. Between her legs was slippery with her arousal. She reached under the covers and rubbed the length of his cock through his pants. He drew in a sharp breath. “Do you want me? If not, it's enough just to be with you until morning,” he whispered in her ear, before kissing her until she was breathless. She reached inside, then began stroking his rigid cock. “Yes. I want you.” He threw the bedcover off, and she heard him shucking his clothes. He left her chemise on and soon lay on top of her, pressing into her. Thomas kissed her lips,

touching her breasts and teasing her nipples, making them stiff and sore with need of him. He wrenched her legs apart, and she gasped at his passion. “Thomas, remember…” Her face flamed at the thought of her monthly visitor. “I don't care. I want you.” She groaned at the fervor in his words. His fingers fumbled to remove the thick cloth between the two of them, and she gasped at the thought of her blood. What man would do such a thing? It was most improper, even by Lucinda's standards. He shoved his cock into her cunt without preamble, and she whimpered, digging her nails into his back. “You like that, don't you? I like you too, sweet. I think about your hot cunt and soft lips all day and night. When I'm not with you, I'm mad with desire. I feel sixteen again.” He buried himself in her wetness up to the hilt as if to emphasize his words. She laughed. He licked and stroked her breasts until she was at the edge of her orgasm. “All I can think about is getting inside your cunt, seeing your smile, making you mine. I hope my obsession is returned.” He nipped her breast, drawing a sharp breath from her. “Yes, you drive me mad. I've been in misery without you,” she murmured, almost beside herself with passion. He slid in and out of her faster now, and Lucinda whimpered when he rubbed her nub with his finger. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him on. Thomas spilled into her with a hoarse shout, and she gripped his ass as her own orgasm overtook her.

Chapter Fourteen

The night passed in whispers and kisses. When the morning spilled across their bodies, Lucinda smiled to see Thomas beside her in bed. He kissed her softly, looking into her eyes. His expression grew serious. “Now, love, tell me what you're going to do.” He ran his fingers across her mouth, and she closed her eyes, desire flooding her again as he held her against his hard chest. “What do you mean? I'm going to stay in bed late with you, and be useless today. Hopefully, I can convince you to do the same.” She grinned, pulling the sheet down to display her breasts. He clicked his tongue. “It's tempting, but we need to have a serious chat. I've acted like a bastard for a reason.” She stared at him, her palms growing wet. “And why is that?” “I'm in love with you—madly and passionately.” “Oh.” Her tongue sat in her mouth, thick and stubborn. “Oh? That's all you can say?” He frowned, moving away. Lucinda's heart tumbled in her chest with the need of him. “No, I mean…it's so complicated.” She sighed, running her fingers through her tangled hair. “How? I love you and I want you.” He pulled her close again, kissing her eyelids, cheeks and throat. She moaned, unable to speak.

She finally forced out some words. “I have much to think about.” Lucinda knew what she wanted, but she wasn't sure she could make the decision. Thomas inflamed her passion like no other man, but he was wild like the wind. Offers of stability tempted her even as she knew they would leave her unsatisfied. Lucinda groaned and lay back against the pillow, confused. She wished for Rae with all her heart and tears spilled from eyes. She would’ve helped me think through this situation as she had so many times before. Lucinda wanted security, but she also wanted love. “Did I make you cry with my offer?” Thomas pulled the sheet down, fondling her breasts. “Maybe this will make you smile.” He raised an eyebrow. “Please, I can't think when you do that.” She laughed in spite of herself. “That's fine with me.” He laughed too, sucking her nipples and fingering her bud. She felt his cock pressing against her leg. She gave in to orgasm after he’d only touched her for a couple of minutes. “I love your body, Lucinda. I've never seen such a responsive woman.” He kissed her and rubbed her cheek. “Let's get breakfast. I'm starving.” He jumped out of bed, his stiff cock dancing. She suppressed a laugh, and he grabbed her, kissing her hard, his erection pressing insistently into her belly. “I know you're laughing at it, even though it brings you so much pleasure.” He ran his hands through her hair. “I'm going to ask you again, Lucinda. You won't put me off forever. Only for a few more days.” He looked into her eyes. She kissed him again,

not wanting to think about the decisions she’d have to make in her near future. He pushed her away with gentle palms when she reached for his cock. “Enough. If I don't stop we'll starve.” She giggled, and he helped her into a modest gray gown. He put on his clothes, and they headed to the dining room, laughing. Lucinda's laughter died when she reached the table. Marcus sat there, a grin on his face. He bit into a ripe peach and smiled even wider. She didn't know what he was going to say, but unease coiled in her belly at that expression on his face. “So I hear there are to be wedding bells and a new mistress at Castle Greymar. Is that right, love?” He mocked her with his question. Marcus, who’d been so nice, seemed to gloat in the knowledge. He must’ve spent the breakfast period talking with John. She flushed. “Well—” “You don't have to explain, Lucinda. Who wouldn't want to be the mistress of this manor?” Marcus snorted. “Indeed.” Thomas pinned her with his gaze. She sat, feeling quite miserable. “I'm not marrying anyone right now,” she answered, her voice thick. “Maybe not now, but I guess you have a few more days to figure out where you're going next, right?” Marcus finished his plate before standing with a grin. “Have a fabulous morning.” He walked away. Thomas ate in silence, avoiding Lucinda's gaze. “Thomas?”

“Yes?” He clipped the word off like a hangnail. “Please don't be angry. I tried to tell you…” “I know you did, love. You need to make up your mind. I, for one, won't share you for much longer.” He stood, pushing his chair away and leaving the table without a backward glance. She sat for a while, head in hands. Nolan came into the room some minutes later, touching her arm. “Quit moping, Lucinda. A ball has been planned three days from now. I suppose it will be a big event.” He looked into her eyes, and she saw sympathy there. “A ball? But we're in mourning.” Lucinda was confused over his announcement. “John says we must celebrate with a small gathering. He doesn't care what people think, and it’ll be in honor of Rae. He said she loved merrymaking.” “Ah, that she did. It makes sense to me now. Thanks for telling me,” she whispered, standing and kissing his cheek. The ball loomed like a death sentence as she walked down shadowed halls back to her chamber. The next couple of days flew by with servants scurrying about the castle and festooning the giant ballroom for a party. John had invited fewer guests than he normally would have, but most had accepted, even on such short notice. He’d decided on a costume ball as well. “It shall be a fine night of guessing who is who,” he announced, touching Lucinda's hand over breakfast when the day of the event dawned. She smiled, but didn’t return his touch in kind.

There’s no way I can marry him when all I think about is Thomas. “I believe it will,” she answered. Excitement pooled in her stomach as she readied herself with the help of a maid. The thought of dancing cheek to cheek with Thomas sent shivers of desire through her. *** Lucinda stood before the floor-length mirror in her room. Heidi fussed over the feathers on her panniers, and the mask over her eyes. “What a fine peacock you make, my lady.” “Thank you, Heidi.” Lucinda preened in front of the mirror, thinking her disguise fit her well, as blue, green and gold shimmered on the mask and multicolored beaded dress. She heard guests arriving and figured it was time to make her entrance. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, her breath caught in her throat at the thought of Thomas and dancing with him. Lord Randall met her at the ballroom entrance and bent over her hand. She murmured a thank you when he kissed her, and then moved toward the edge of the room, scanning for Thomas. A waltz started and he approached her. His red hair made him known even as he hid behind the disguise of a gold mask. “Lucinda, you are a vision.” He kissed her hand, lingering over it. “May I have this dance and the next, and all the others as well?” She laughed, giving him her arm. “This one and the next two, are yours.”

“Splendid.” Thomas swept her onto the floor and the attraction between them was so strong she could hardly take her gaze off him. After two dances, she begged off to go to the balcony and see the stars. “It is stifling in here.” He winked, and they walked out the side door, ignoring the pressing crowd near it. They stood in the cool night air under a million stars, and Thomas kissed her, pressing himself against her body until she was breathless. “So have you thought about it? About marrying me?” She gave him a half-smile. “I have, and I need some punch.” He groaned, but bowed his head. “I'll get some. Don't run off with any masked men.” “Don't worry. I won't.” Being alone in the night air was so divine with such a crowd behind her. Lucinda admired an especially bold, pink-hued star. She screamed when a hand clapped over her mouth and arms wrenched her from the balcony. “I've come back for you, Lucinda,” a male voice said to her. She fought and tried to scream, but he only pressed harder against her mouth. “You little bitch. I had to come for you, and show you what's what. You ruined everything when you found the slut's body. I'm going to kill you for it, and then I'm leaving the country for good,” Hugo snarled into her ear. Lucinda realized he was excited by the whole thing, his erect shaft pressed into her backside. The thought filled her with terror, since she knew how brutish he could

be. He dragged her into the bushes. Lucinda thought she heard the doors close, but she wasn't sure. She prayed she was right as he lifted her skirts, grunting. He slapped her, and she saw nothing but stars as he tied what she thought was a gag over her mouth, then sat on her legs. “First I'm going to have a little fun and treat you like the slut you are.” She heard him fumbling with his breeches before he thrust cold fingers into her cunt. Lucinda tried desperately to yell as loudly as she could, searing pain going through her at his rough assault. She knew she heard someone gasp then, and she continued to struggle, beating the bushes with her hands. “Be quiet, or I'll kill you first, and take my pleasure later.” The thought made her stomach heave. To think she’d slept in this man's bed… He positioned himself between her legs, grunting loudly. A hideous black mask hid his features. Lucinda hoped against hope someone heard her struggle as she groaned and kicked. “Be still.” He put the head of his prick inside her as she closed her eyes, knowing it was useless. No one would hear. A loud crack made her eyes fly open. Thomas stood above a crumpled Hugo, his chest heaving, a flower planter in his hands. He knelt down, pressing fingers to Hugo's neck. After a moment, Thomas whispered, “He's dead.” He reached down and untied the gag from Lucinda's mouth and pulled her up.

“I love you.” She trembled, hugging him, horror overcoming her at how close she’d come to death. “I love you too. Let's get this matter taken care of so we can think about our future, if that’s agreeable to you, of course.” He smoothed her hair. “Of course.” Thomas helped her straighten her dress, and they walked hand in hand back into the blazing castle.

About the Author: Ella Vines is the pen name and alter ego of a romance novelist and English teacher. When she comes out on full moon evenings and late at night when the muse beckons, Ella enjoys writing erotic romance, eating bits of cheesecake, and living in a warm climate. Contact Ella at: [email protected] http://ellavines.blogspot.com http://www.facebook.com/pages/Ella-Vines/154169244635820