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Friday, January 11, 2013
Romantica Short Story ~ One Night of Passion ~ chapter 5
Chapter 5
Kate did not sleep much that night. She ran through in her mind about the charming mysterious Mr. Bellford. He reminds her so much of the man she had loved her whole life. The man she was now forced to let go and forget. She tossed and turned in her bed. The covers were now twisted and tangled around her legs.
It's not far. Bellford should not be the one calling for me tomorrow. She closed her eyes and saw his smile peek out from under his over grown beard. Mr. Bellford.
Kate threw back her covers and got out of bed. Shuffling her way over to the double french doors she pushed them open, letting the cool breeze in around her. The balcony over looked the gardens below. Dew covered vegetation bounced the moon light off it's delicate parts. A big brilliant moon flooded over the earth with a cool pale silver light. A twinkle now and then added to the magical feeling of the night.
Is this right? Could this be what I was meant for? Mr. Bellford seems to good to be true. Kate's mind stilled momentarily. What if I fall in love with him and he is taken from me like... She silenced herself from speaking his name. The pain it caused from just thinking it was too much right now. Kate gazed up to the stars and whispered, "I would have waited a life time for you. Please believe me. I have to move on now. I wish so very much it was all different, that it was all what I had always dreamed it to be. But, it isn't and never will be." A large tear dropped from her eye missing her cheek on it's way down, landing on her hand. I want this to be the last time I cry for you. From this point forward I want to think of you, us, and it bring about a smile to my face and fill my heart with happiness.
Kate left and walked back threw the french doors. Turning to close them, she decided at that moment when the doors shut it would be the end of her mourning for him. Tomorrow will be a new beginning. The doors clicked shut and she rested her forehead on the frame. "Ok, this is going to be hard. I can do this. I have to do this."
Within a few hours the sun was beginning to rise. Kate had finally fell asleep and was woken by the birds outside her window. "No. Go away birds. It's not time yet. Let me sleep just five more minutes." Five minutes turned into three hours. Her eyes flew open and she looked at the clock. "Oh no!" She jumped up. It was now nine a.m. Mr. Bellford is set to arrive at ten.
Kate saw her close laid out and a bath already for her. How on earth could Nelly have known I was to got out this morning? Standing there baffled she heard Nelly in the hall. Kate rushed to the door.
"Nelly?"
"Yes my dear?" Nelly turned toward Kate in the hall. "You are still not bathed?" She shook her head at Kate and shooed her hands at her to go back into the room. "On with ya little lady. You will surely be late now."
Kate stopped once in the room and asked, "How did you know I had an appointment this morning Nelly?"
Nelly fussed with the bedding and answered with out looking at her, "Well the note of course my dear. Now get in the tub before it goes-"
"What note?"
"The one sent to my room yesterday evening. What do mean what note child?" Nelly looked at her with confusion.
"I did not send you a note Nelly."
"Well someone did my love. Now get in the tub. It is a quarter past. Time is a wasting." Nelly turned Kate around and removed her nightgown. "I will return in fifteen minutes to dress ya child."
Nelly closed the door and Kate sat down in the tub. Maybe it was Sues who sent it to her. Yes it would have to be. Kate washed her hair quickly and before she could finish with the rest of her Nelly came bursting in.
"Alright my dear up and out with ya. I lost track of the time and it is nearly quarter to ten."
Kate rushed into her close and Nelly fashioned a lose bun on top of her head. "My child you are stunning. I do not know of another woman in all of London that can look as you do with only fifteen minutes to dress." Nelly kissed the top of her head and softly said into her hair, "You look like your mum my love."
She loved it when Nelly told her this. Nelly had loved her mother as much as she did. Kate smiled. "Thank you Nelly."
"Yes, well, alright off with ya now. Go enjoy your day." Kate placed a sweet kiss on her chubby cheek and left the room.
Descending down the grand staircase, Kate saw Mr. Bellford standing with her brother Gary. She paused until she heard Gary laughing with him.
"Good morning," She said cheerfully.
Gary looked at her and smiled. Kate saw the bottle of expensive brandy in his hands. Her gaze flew to Mr. Bellford. He winked at her discreetly which made her smile too much.
"I have not seen you smile like that in a long time Kate," Gary said.
"Yes well it is a beautiful morning," Kate replied. After a moment she stepped forward. "We should be on our way now. Have a wonderful day Gary."
Gary nodded and left to his study.
Bellford escorted her to the carriage. He held out his hand for Kate. She gazed up at him and slid her hand into his which caught her breath unexpectedly. The carriage pulled away from her home and she suddenly felt nervous.
"Kate?"
She glance to him.
"Why are you nervous?" He asked her softly.
"I am not nervous Mr. Bellford,." Her statement was followed by a nervous laugh.
"You are and I know you are because you bit up the corner of your lip." Kate stared at him. "And that laugh was a nervous laugh too."
Kate finally blinked. "Perhaps I am slightly nervous Mr. Bellford."
"Kate. Please stop calling me Mr. Bellford. You can call me just Bellford."
She burst out laughing. "Not much of a difference. Ok then Bellford. So may I ask where you are taking me?"
He flashed her a devilish smile. "You may but that does not mean I will answer." He watched her head fall back as her laughter deepened. "It is a special place that I thought you might enjoy."
Kate composed herself and gaze to him. "What is different about you today?" She studied him a few seconds longer. "It is you beard." She motioned with her hands to her own face. "You have groomed it."
"I did. As beautiful as you are Kate I was embarrassed to stand next to you yesterday looking as I did," He said.
Her cheeks warmed the instant he said it. "I thought you to be handsome either way Bellford." I can not believe I just said that to him. Why am I being so bold?
He smiled at her. "You did. Well I wish I would have known that this morning. I would have left it." He chuckled as he saw Kate's mouth open slightly. "Katie I'm just teasing." She smiled at that.
The rest of the ride was comfortable and their conversation went smooth, easy, too easy for them. Kate noted out loud to him it felt like they were old friends reunited. Kate of course blushed again when Bellford replied he could have never seen her just as a friend.
Kate gazed out the carriage window as it pulled up to a large building. "Where are we Bellford?"
© copyright 2012
To Be Continued Every Monday
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and Cary J. Davis
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Sunday, April 29, 2012
Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 9
Chapter 9
Missy could feel his frustration as his gaze burned through her. "Twice?" she asked softly. The firm grip she had on the sheet softened and her eyes dropped to the floor.
Connor glanced over the length of her body slowly. He pointed to her midsection and said, "You are wounded on your left side. This was the reason your dress was damaged. When I realized you were bleeding, I-I ripped it off you."
Ripped it off? With her right hand she held the sheet tightly across her chest and peeled back the outer layer of the sheet with her left hand. Is it under my breast because I do not see a thing other than a strip of cloth running around me? Missy pulled her breast up and unknowingly exposed herself.
"It is further up," Connor said. He stared at Missy's nipple peaking out at the top of the sheet. The more she moved the more the sheet inched down. Her nipple was erect and rest between her thumb and finger. He imagined her dropping the sheet and cupping her breasts, teasing him wickedly. Turn around. Don't stare, it is only going to make it worse. God, my cock has never throbbed with this much pain in less than twenty-four hours before.
"Connor I do not see it," she said.
He walked over to her and took her by the hand leading Missy over to a full length mirror. Standing closely behind her, Connor slowly pulled back the sheet, exposing half her naked body. "You were at some point last night stabbed here."
She watches his fingers trace over the bandages at her side. His breath tickled the back of her neck and skimmed over and down her shoulder. His thumb brushed up and down her side as they both watched his fingers in the mirror. Her gazed darted up to his reflection.
He felt a slight tremble ripple through her. Stepping closer he almost closed the distance between them. "I was terrified when I saw you bleeding." Her eyes widened. "In an insistent everything flashed before me." Connor moved his other hand to her waist. "Your smile. Your laugh. The sound of your voice. The way you say my name." He leaned down to her ear. "The way I feel for you." He gazed to her eyes in the mirror and saw a glossy sheen cover them. "I knew at that moment," Connor kissed her neck softly, "I could not lose you, Missy." He watched her eyes close and tears fell down over her cheeks.
Her heart was pounding. Her knees grew weak. His kiss deepens on her neck. "Connor." She whispered allowing her head to fall back against his shoulder.
He reached for Missy's hand holding the sheet and pulled it away from her body. "I died everyday we were apart." He pulled Missy's chin up to him and kissed her gently.
Missy felt the sheet slide out of her hand and puddle at her feet. Connor drew her body closer against him sliding his arms around her waist. The softness of her skin under his hand was hot. So many years he has dreamt about this moment. Fantasizing so many nights about her in his arms as he stood beneath her balcony window, watching her grieve over what he was not strong enough to fight for.
He broke their kiss and let his lips trail down her neck to her shoulder. He held her so close fearing if he let go she may be gone. "Forgive me," he whispered against her skin.
Connor held his head down on her shoulder. He wouldn't look at her. Missy turned in his arms and cupped his cheek in her hand. She ran her thumb over his lips as she gazed into his eyes. "We were so young. There is nothing to forgive Connor," she said and then kissed them with all the passion she carried for him.
He deepens the kiss. The passionate explosion of a desire that was never filled between them now burned out of control. A lustful desire laced with unfulfilled passion and love engulfed them as they stood in each other's arms. With every second that passed it grew with the fierce intent of becoming everything and more that they held back from for so many years.
Connor paused as he heard the click of the door latch behind him.
He broke their kiss and let his lips trail down her neck to her shoulder. He held her so close fearing if he let go she may be gone. "Forgive me," he whispered against her skin.
Connor held his head down on her shoulder. He wouldn't look at her. Missy turned in his arms and cupped his cheek in her hand. She ran her thumb over his lips as she gazed into his eyes. "We were so young. There is nothing to forgive Connor," she said and then kissed them with all the passion she carried for him.
He deepens the kiss. The passionate explosion of a desire that was never filled between them now burned out of control. A lustful desire laced with unfulfilled passion and love engulfed them as they stood in each other's arms. With every second that passed it grew with the fierce intent of becoming everything and more that they held back from for so many years.
Connor paused as he heard the click of the door latch behind him.
© copyright 2012
by Pages of Romance Publishing
by Pages of Romance Publishing
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
His Passionate Whispers of Desire
His deep sultry voice whispers, "You are a desire I can't run from Hanna."
He reaches his hand up and gently burshes a lock of her hair from her cheek. As his finger trails across her he leaves her skin burning with a deep wanting for him. Leaning in closer with his body craddling her from behind he sofly says, "Nor will I try to run from."
She suddenly felt alive. The sound of his voice sends sensations to places inside her she has not yet felt and her body quivers against him.
He touches her arm waiting for her responce. She draws in a quick breath and holds it. "Hanna," he whispers. Her eyes close as she feels the tips of his fingers glidding down her arm. He gazes down and watches his hand engulf her's. Slowly and gently as if in a suppended state he locks his fingers with her. She trembles in his hand and alondside his body. He knows she has never been touched in this way before. It excites him to think he is the first and he knows in his heart, he will be the last.
Hanna feels her head fall back and rest where his neck meets his strong shoulder. His other hand finds her waist and she lets out a quiet soft whimper of suprise. He draws her closer to him.
"Quinten," She Cries Out In A Moment of Pleasure. It Is A Torturous Fantasy That Plays With Her Nightly Ever Since That Night He Whispered Those Things To Her.
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Sunday, February 12, 2012
Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 8
Chapter 8
The mass amounts of wine had finally steadied his trembling hands until this moment. His desire for her throbbed with painful longing at this point. "Remember you are a gentleman." He murmured repeatedly the further up her dress went.
Delicate soft blond swirls of hair peaked out from beneath the hem of her dress. Connors eyes closed. A moral battle was taking place within him. He felt dirty and aroused at the same time. This was a task that needed to be done and yet he wished she was awake for it.
He let the material fall from his hands. Reaching out he took hold of the wine bottle on the bedside table. After taking a few swigs he gazed back down to her side and noticed a blood stain on her dress that had soaked through to the bed cover.
"Is this her blood?" Connor reached over and touched the deep red spot on her side. It was wet and as he made contact with it his finger sank into her side. "Why is she bleeding? My God was she shot?"
Fierce panic rushed through him. Connor jumped up on top of her body and straddled her. Taking hold of the open material at her chest he ripped the dress open to her waist. Finding his pocket knife at his side, he used it to cut away the material at her waist until the dress came free from her body.
"She was stabbed." He stuck his finger in the wound to gage how deep it went. His finger stopped at the first knuckle. Breathing a sigh of relief he said, "Manageable." The wound was very small and required no stitches. Connor found the water and rags at the table by the door. Her body lay exposed behind him and despite the fact she is wounded, he could not help but want to turn to her and ravish every inch of her body.
Connor turned with supplies in hand. Keep your eyes to her face. No sooner he said it, they darted down between her legs. Damn it! Standing at the end of the bed his eyes still remained where they had landed. Beautiful pink soft heaven.
He crawled up the 4 foot high bed to her feet. Rags in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, he ever so slowly and I might point out purposely moved up hoovering her body on his hands and knees.
Again an honest attempt to keep his eyes on her face was made. The key word being was. Connor approaching her upper thighs and made the mistake of gazing down. He paused. He stared. He licked his lips.
"Hidden within your luscious folds is my deepest desire for pleasure." Connor moved on and tended to her wound.
Missy's eyes fluttered open to see a strange room. Where am I? Her heart leaped as she realized she was not a lone in the bed. The weight of a man's arm hugged her across her ribcage. Slowly she turned her head to gaze a the man's face buried between her shoulder and a pillow. Oh dear God. She snapped her head forward and bit up her lips. Missy pinched her eye brows together as she looked down the length of her body. Oh dear God I'm naked!
Taking hold of the covers she jumped out of the bed not realizing it was four feet up. Landing on the floor with a thud, her covers did not follow her down.
Missy jumped up and locked eyes with Connor who was now sitting up.
"Oh!" She panicked and turned around making a full circle. "No no no! Don't look." She reached out and grabbed the covers yanking at them. They did not budge as they were wrapped around Connor's half naked body. Missy squatted down next to the bed.
"Missy?"
"Yes."
"Do you need the covers?"
"Connor!"
Missy listened to his soft chuckle as a sheet landed on her head. Quickly she wrapped herself in it and stood up.
Connor rolled out of bed on his side. "I need to remo-"
"I would like to know where my dress is," she stated.
Connor looked around at his feet. "I do not remember where I threw it."
"You better find it Welling," she spat.
Connor ran his hand threw his hair. "It is damaged Missy. I will have to fetch you another one."
"Damaged? I do not understand why it would be?" she said.
"I ripped it off of you last night. I was trying to remove it without causing any damage but then-"
"You saw me naked!" Missy shouted.
"Well I-I." Connor let out a sigh. "Look we have a past and it is nothing I haven't seen before."
"That was years ago and my breasts do not look the same," Missy said.
"I know. They are much bigger then I remember." Connor's voice trailed off at the end. He turned from her and winced as he shut his eyes. That's right just keep talking. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Who do you think you are Welling?" Missy yelled.
Connor turned with supplies in hand. Keep your eyes to her face. No sooner he said it, they darted down between her legs. Damn it! Standing at the end of the bed his eyes still remained where they had landed. Beautiful pink soft heaven.
He crawled up the 4 foot high bed to her feet. Rags in one hand and a bottle of water in the other, he ever so slowly and I might point out purposely moved up hoovering her body on his hands and knees.
Again an honest attempt to keep his eyes on her face was made. The key word being was. Connor approaching her upper thighs and made the mistake of gazing down. He paused. He stared. He licked his lips.
"Hidden within your luscious folds is my deepest desire for pleasure." Connor moved on and tended to her wound.
Missy's eyes fluttered open to see a strange room. Where am I? Her heart leaped as she realized she was not a lone in the bed. The weight of a man's arm hugged her across her ribcage. Slowly she turned her head to gaze a the man's face buried between her shoulder and a pillow. Oh dear God. She snapped her head forward and bit up her lips. Missy pinched her eye brows together as she looked down the length of her body. Oh dear God I'm naked!
Taking hold of the covers she jumped out of the bed not realizing it was four feet up. Landing on the floor with a thud, her covers did not follow her down.
Missy jumped up and locked eyes with Connor who was now sitting up.
"Oh!" She panicked and turned around making a full circle. "No no no! Don't look." She reached out and grabbed the covers yanking at them. They did not budge as they were wrapped around Connor's half naked body. Missy squatted down next to the bed.
"Missy?"
"Yes."
"Do you need the covers?"
"Connor!"
Missy listened to his soft chuckle as a sheet landed on her head. Quickly she wrapped herself in it and stood up.
Connor rolled out of bed on his side. "I need to remo-"
"I would like to know where my dress is," she stated.
Connor looked around at his feet. "I do not remember where I threw it."
"You better find it Welling," she spat.
Connor ran his hand threw his hair. "It is damaged Missy. I will have to fetch you another one."
"Damaged? I do not understand why it would be?" she said.
"I ripped it off of you last night. I was trying to remove it without causing any damage but then-"
"You saw me naked!" Missy shouted.
"Well I-I." Connor let out a sigh. "Look we have a past and it is nothing I haven't seen before."
"That was years ago and my breasts do not look the same," Missy said.
"I know. They are much bigger then I remember." Connor's voice trailed off at the end. He turned from her and winced as he shut his eyes. That's right just keep talking. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Who do you think you are Welling?" Missy yelled.
He turned back to her and said, "The man who saved your life twice last night! That is who I am and by the way, you're welcome."
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Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Short Romantic ~ Captivated By You and Afraid To Fall
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Prolgue
Sitting alone in her room, the still of the night seems to engulf her. Black dark shadows of despair are fought off by a single lit candle flickering at her back. She can barely bring herself to gaze into her own reflection. "What have I done?" She whispers to the stranger in the mirror.
"Sinful things. Why do you ask...it can not be undone. He is gone with no hope of return. Romantic expression of nothing other than an impulsive desire, that is now, and everyday forth, never to return for you. One last letter to him. One more out pouring of your heart."
With trembling hands she begins to write.
Captivated By You and Afraid To Fall
The thought of you invokes a surge of longing and need that up until now... I have never felt before for another. How did you find your way into my dreams? The struggle to push you out only intensifies the desire I fight to keep you close. Nothing shy of a wretched battle that collides with fierce force when in your presence. Dream or no dream you are here.
Your eyes wash over me and cascade down my body as if I were a feast for your hunger. Desperately I want to turn for you, from the gaze that burns through my clothing. It seeps into the deepest darkest desires of lustful passion I carry for you. Teasing me. Calling to me. Beckoning for me to draw near.
Do you see it? Can you sense it? Whispers of it float through the night air in the breeze to find you. Your name lingers upon my lips. The taste of you is desired within me. I sense your essence around me causing a stir of nervous excitement.
The ever so slight touch of your finger tip down the back of my arm is too much in the moment. A sudden fire from below rushes through my veins feeding my yearning for you. A toxic addiction I will not deny myself. Deep hushed undertones of your voice wrap around me, mesmerizing my ever sense to you.
I am afraid to fall. For it is you and you a lone I fall for. Every moment I breathe, I gasp to take you in deeper. An eager wanton to love you summons my fear to the surface. Love me.
Only for you I am. Only for you I will be. Only for you I love.
Large tear drops fall to the bottomless abyss from with which they where created. Unfathomable anguish plagues her soul's delight. She gazes up once more into the truth of likeness before her and sees an image of him behind her.
© copyright 2012
by Pages of Romance Publishing
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Monday, February 6, 2012
Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 7
Chapter 7
Connor's horse started to stir at the edge of the woods lining the castle grounds. "Easy boy," he said in a hushed tone. His eyes scanned the grim landscape all around them. "Where are you?" he whispered.
"If it is the the beasts of the night that draws your concern the torches keep them at bay Welling," The man shouted from behind him.
The chuckling of the man's laugh crept up Connor's back. In his mind he did not trust this man to not turn into one of these so called beasts and lunge for the back of his neck. The draw bridge came into view and Connor felt as if he was a lad again. The scale of the castle was still as he had remembered and tried so many nights to push away.
Connor steered his stead into the gated courtyard and dismounted with Missy in his arms. The man approached him with a sudden slight limp. Something he ha not had before back at the carriage.
"I will send word to your father you are here and willing to aid him in his endeavors. I am sure he will be pleased as punch by the news." He flashed an evil smirk towards Connor.
"Is there a problem Sir?" Connor asked as he threw Missy over his shoulder.
Again showing his vile insides, the man laughed.
"When do you expect my father's return? I would much prefer to speak with him personally on the matter," Connor said.
"Return?" he stated. "He has made no appearance nor has plans to. This would be the cause for my presence." He stepped forward and leaned into Connor. "Do not mistake this for an innovation to procure a place as commander. I will not take kindly to the notion of it."
Connor leaned in yet closer to the man. Glared into his hollow black eyes. "I do not posses nor desire to, but, I will not be treated as a commoner in my own home." He looked the man up and down briefly. "Do we now have an understanding between who desires what and who does not?"
The man leaned back as a deep bellowing laugh emerged form a place Connor did not like. "I like you Welling." He turned and walked to his horse. "I want her in the tower if you could be so kind to secure this and...I need someone inside the chambers with her. I would ask you but-"
"And why not the dungeon. I would think it to be far more secure," Connor said.
"I know it to be easily accessible from the outside world. In the tower there is merely one way in and one way out," he said stepping into the stirrups.
"I see," Connor said. He is obviously no fool. Damn it! "You have clearly thought out everything Sir and I respect that. I will question you no further." Connor turned from him heading to the two story double doors.
"Good. Then I shall get no argument from you upon my request you secure her in the tower chamber with yourself locked inside as well," The man shouted turning his stead around. "I will return in three nights."
He kicked the stead hard. Connor watched him blaze a dusty trail to the forest. Making his way into the castle he made himself known giving orders for wine, water, rags, clothes, and food. Connor headed for the tower in the back of the castle. Nothing had changed in the past twenty years. It emulated a cold presence still leaving Connor uneasy.
The staircase was a narrow spiral tunnel of gray stone. Impossible to make out what was around the corner the entire length up, which was 96 steps. He was already exhausted from the nights events and now he had to not only carry him self up the long many flights but Missy as well.
Twenty minutes later he reached the corridor at the top. A narrow hall wound it's way threw two floors in the tower. He strode towards the second floor. Upon making it to the wood door, Connor laid his head to the chilled wood. How the hell am I going to get us out of this? I wish he would have placed us in the dungeon.
After a brief moment he unlatched the lock pushing it open. The room was surprisingly somewhat warm. A few candles lit the area where a large table sat. Connor quickly found the bed and nearly dropped Missy in it. His body followed her down. His elbows caught his body from crashing into her. He allowed his head to rest above her shoulder.
The door rushed open causing a creaking to echo wretchedly throughout the chamber. Connor flew up and to his feet.
A guard placed a tray and basket on the table. Connor glared at him with fierce rage. Partly from the man's ignorance and the other part fear.
"Do not ever contemplate of barging in this chamber again unless you no longer value air to breath." The man stood stunned at Connor's sudden outburst. He winced as he saw Connor draw near to him. "Do you understand me?"
"Y-yes Sir."
Connor gazed over the table taking stock of all he requested. "I need two maids sent up here." He opened the basket and pulled out some bread. Biting off a chunk he glared back at the man. With a mouth full of food he spat out, "What the hell are you waiting for!"
"Well Sir, Velture does not allow woman at the castle."
Velture? That has to be the man with the evil laugh. He looked over to Missy in the bed. There is no way I will allow any man to tend to her. Shit! Connor turned his back to the man. "You may leave now. Do tell the other idiots that at no point in time is anyone allowed in this room unless called upon by me."
He heard the door close at his back. Connor let his chin fall to his chest. After a long moment he reached out and took one of the bottles of wine and opened it. He thumbed through the basket. No glasses? Inbred fools most likely don't even use glasses. He chugged down a good portion of the wine rather quickly. He glanced over to Missy laying perfectly still. The bottle found his lips once more. Completely out cold as I would like to be at this moment. Oh God Missy, I now have to decloth you, sponge you down, and all the while be a perfect gentlemen about it. Could anything be more torturous? Of the long and endless list that was so very graciously provided to me by your brother, this one was not on the list, but I would definitely consider this to be forbidden. He finished off the wine and grabbed the supplies from the table along with the other bottle of wine.
Connor stood at the bed beside and popped open the second bottle of wine. "I much prefer a strong scotch but this will suffice." He swigged it back. "An impossible torturous task at times needs a little aid. And this will either help or hinder it. We will soon find out."
He could not bring himself to place the wine bottle to the table beside him. It seemed to be glued to his lips with no hope of remaining full. The liquid courage found it's way to his belly.
Finally he set the half full bottle down. He studied the quietness of her for a moment. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to the buttons of her dress, well what was left of them. His hands trembled before him. Connor drew in a deep breath as he pulled away the material covering her breasts. "Oh it's hindering." He closed the material back over her bare chest. "I shall start at your feet."
He chuckled to himself softly. He crawled down the side of the bed to her shoes only after removing his boots, coat, and unbuttoning the first four buttons on his own shirt. "This is nothing short of insanity. I have thought about this moment for the last eighteen years since we were young and this is the big reveal. You out cold and me half drunk having to undress you all the while wanting nothing more than to ravish your body in any way possible."
He sat with his back to her and took the foot closet to him. Unlacing her shoe, he removed it and then the other. He examined her small narrow foot in his hand. The pale color of her skin stood out against his tan large hands. His erection from earlier started to make it's self known again. Connor shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Apparently I find your feet to be quit fetching and sensual."
His thumb rubbed over the top of her foot softly. After a moment he whispered, "I have never desired a woman as I do you, Missy."
Connor turned pulling her legs apart and hovered over her body on his knees. "I'm going to make this part quick. My plan is to disrobe you from the bottom layer out and by the time I get to the outer layer, being your dress, I can cover your body with a very thick blanket and I will not see a thing."
Connor ran his hands up along her outer thighs beneath her heavy dress and then paused upon reaching the top. "Ah Missy, where on earth are your undergarments?" Thinking they might have some how bunched up at her waist he pushed his fingertips up to the waistline of her dress. "Oh where the bloody hell are they?" His plan to safely keep his hands to her outer thighs of relatively what he deemed to be the safe area, was no longer possible.
He let his hands rest on her warm moist skin at her hips. Knowing he was now going to have to pull up her dress, he gazed up to her restful face and said, "If I pull back your dress and find not one stitch of clothing under here I will...well, I don't know what I'll do but I am going to do something."
Connor then took a deep breath and slowly, very slowly, pushed up her dress gazing at every inch of bare skin her dress exposed to his greedy eyes.
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"If it is the the beasts of the night that draws your concern the torches keep them at bay Welling," The man shouted from behind him.
The chuckling of the man's laugh crept up Connor's back. In his mind he did not trust this man to not turn into one of these so called beasts and lunge for the back of his neck. The draw bridge came into view and Connor felt as if he was a lad again. The scale of the castle was still as he had remembered and tried so many nights to push away.
Connor steered his stead into the gated courtyard and dismounted with Missy in his arms. The man approached him with a sudden slight limp. Something he ha not had before back at the carriage.
"I will send word to your father you are here and willing to aid him in his endeavors. I am sure he will be pleased as punch by the news." He flashed an evil smirk towards Connor.
"Is there a problem Sir?" Connor asked as he threw Missy over his shoulder.
Again showing his vile insides, the man laughed.
"When do you expect my father's return? I would much prefer to speak with him personally on the matter," Connor said.
"Return?" he stated. "He has made no appearance nor has plans to. This would be the cause for my presence." He stepped forward and leaned into Connor. "Do not mistake this for an innovation to procure a place as commander. I will not take kindly to the notion of it."
Connor leaned in yet closer to the man. Glared into his hollow black eyes. "I do not posses nor desire to, but, I will not be treated as a commoner in my own home." He looked the man up and down briefly. "Do we now have an understanding between who desires what and who does not?"
The man leaned back as a deep bellowing laugh emerged form a place Connor did not like. "I like you Welling." He turned and walked to his horse. "I want her in the tower if you could be so kind to secure this and...I need someone inside the chambers with her. I would ask you but-"
"And why not the dungeon. I would think it to be far more secure," Connor said.
"I know it to be easily accessible from the outside world. In the tower there is merely one way in and one way out," he said stepping into the stirrups.
"I see," Connor said. He is obviously no fool. Damn it! "You have clearly thought out everything Sir and I respect that. I will question you no further." Connor turned from him heading to the two story double doors.
"Good. Then I shall get no argument from you upon my request you secure her in the tower chamber with yourself locked inside as well," The man shouted turning his stead around. "I will return in three nights."
He kicked the stead hard. Connor watched him blaze a dusty trail to the forest. Making his way into the castle he made himself known giving orders for wine, water, rags, clothes, and food. Connor headed for the tower in the back of the castle. Nothing had changed in the past twenty years. It emulated a cold presence still leaving Connor uneasy.
The staircase was a narrow spiral tunnel of gray stone. Impossible to make out what was around the corner the entire length up, which was 96 steps. He was already exhausted from the nights events and now he had to not only carry him self up the long many flights but Missy as well.
Twenty minutes later he reached the corridor at the top. A narrow hall wound it's way threw two floors in the tower. He strode towards the second floor. Upon making it to the wood door, Connor laid his head to the chilled wood. How the hell am I going to get us out of this? I wish he would have placed us in the dungeon.
After a brief moment he unlatched the lock pushing it open. The room was surprisingly somewhat warm. A few candles lit the area where a large table sat. Connor quickly found the bed and nearly dropped Missy in it. His body followed her down. His elbows caught his body from crashing into her. He allowed his head to rest above her shoulder.
The door rushed open causing a creaking to echo wretchedly throughout the chamber. Connor flew up and to his feet.
A guard placed a tray and basket on the table. Connor glared at him with fierce rage. Partly from the man's ignorance and the other part fear.
"Do not ever contemplate of barging in this chamber again unless you no longer value air to breath." The man stood stunned at Connor's sudden outburst. He winced as he saw Connor draw near to him. "Do you understand me?"
"Y-yes Sir."
Connor gazed over the table taking stock of all he requested. "I need two maids sent up here." He opened the basket and pulled out some bread. Biting off a chunk he glared back at the man. With a mouth full of food he spat out, "What the hell are you waiting for!"
"Well Sir, Velture does not allow woman at the castle."
Velture? That has to be the man with the evil laugh. He looked over to Missy in the bed. There is no way I will allow any man to tend to her. Shit! Connor turned his back to the man. "You may leave now. Do tell the other idiots that at no point in time is anyone allowed in this room unless called upon by me."
He heard the door close at his back. Connor let his chin fall to his chest. After a long moment he reached out and took one of the bottles of wine and opened it. He thumbed through the basket. No glasses? Inbred fools most likely don't even use glasses. He chugged down a good portion of the wine rather quickly. He glanced over to Missy laying perfectly still. The bottle found his lips once more. Completely out cold as I would like to be at this moment. Oh God Missy, I now have to decloth you, sponge you down, and all the while be a perfect gentlemen about it. Could anything be more torturous? Of the long and endless list that was so very graciously provided to me by your brother, this one was not on the list, but I would definitely consider this to be forbidden. He finished off the wine and grabbed the supplies from the table along with the other bottle of wine.
He could not bring himself to place the wine bottle to the table beside him. It seemed to be glued to his lips with no hope of remaining full. The liquid courage found it's way to his belly.
Finally he set the half full bottle down. He studied the quietness of her for a moment. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached over to the buttons of her dress, well what was left of them. His hands trembled before him. Connor drew in a deep breath as he pulled away the material covering her breasts. "Oh it's hindering." He closed the material back over her bare chest. "I shall start at your feet."
He chuckled to himself softly. He crawled down the side of the bed to her shoes only after removing his boots, coat, and unbuttoning the first four buttons on his own shirt. "This is nothing short of insanity. I have thought about this moment for the last eighteen years since we were young and this is the big reveal. You out cold and me half drunk having to undress you all the while wanting nothing more than to ravish your body in any way possible."
He sat with his back to her and took the foot closet to him. Unlacing her shoe, he removed it and then the other. He examined her small narrow foot in his hand. The pale color of her skin stood out against his tan large hands. His erection from earlier started to make it's self known again. Connor shook his head. "Are you kidding me? Apparently I find your feet to be quit fetching and sensual."
His thumb rubbed over the top of her foot softly. After a moment he whispered, "I have never desired a woman as I do you, Missy."
Connor turned pulling her legs apart and hovered over her body on his knees. "I'm going to make this part quick. My plan is to disrobe you from the bottom layer out and by the time I get to the outer layer, being your dress, I can cover your body with a very thick blanket and I will not see a thing."
Connor ran his hands up along her outer thighs beneath her heavy dress and then paused upon reaching the top. "Ah Missy, where on earth are your undergarments?" Thinking they might have some how bunched up at her waist he pushed his fingertips up to the waistline of her dress. "Oh where the bloody hell are they?" His plan to safely keep his hands to her outer thighs of relatively what he deemed to be the safe area, was no longer possible.
He let his hands rest on her warm moist skin at her hips. Knowing he was now going to have to pull up her dress, he gazed up to her restful face and said, "If I pull back your dress and find not one stitch of clothing under here I will...well, I don't know what I'll do but I am going to do something."
Connor then took a deep breath and slowly, very slowly, pushed up her dress gazing at every inch of bare skin her dress exposed to his greedy eyes.
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by Pages of Romance Publishing
Monday, January 30, 2012
Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 6
Chapter 6
Missy let out something that sounded like a titch. "I wish you weren't here," she said.
Connor took his hands off the carriage and pointed at Missy. "You and your brother are nothing but users and spoiled brats!" He threw his hands up and pinched his hair. "God why did I stop? Once I knew it was you I should have turned around."
Connor took his hands off the carriage and pointed at Missy. "You and your brother are nothing but users and spoiled brats!" He threw his hands up and pinched his hair. "God why did I stop? Once I knew it was you I should have turned around."
The man holding Missy by the throat stated laughing.
"Well I'm glad you find this funny Mr. because she would be the last person on earth I would willingly fore fit my life for." Connor shouted. He mumbled loudly, "It doesn't pay to be the nice guy with these Ashtons'."
Missy narrowed her eyes at Connor. "Go to hell! If my brother finds out you are involved in this Welling, he will have your head. You are the most des-"
Connor walked forward towards her a few steps. "I swear one more word you little chit and I will strike you and fill a life long desire!"
"You bastard I dare you!" She struggled against the man to get to Connor. "Your family is nothing but a joke throughout London."
Connor strode forward and grabbed her out of the man's arms so fast it shocked Missy as well as the man. Missy yelped from the force of his strength. He place his hand behind her head and slammed her body against the carriage. Missy winced as she let out a small sound of pain. He grasped her chin. "Forgive me," he whispered.
Missy gazed up into his eyes and he watched the tears stream down her face. She slapped him straight across the face with force. Connor stumbled back a step. He put one hand around her throat and placed his mouth next to her cheek and kissed it softly. "I won't let him hurt you."
Missy felt his body lean firmly against her body. His warm breath whispered to her, "God I do not want to do this."
She gazed up at him and he saw the most desperate plea for him to help in her eyes. "I'm sorry Missy. Close your eyes for me." Her gaze turned to confusion and as it did he raised his fist at her. The last thing Connor saw was an understanding fear in her eyes as she slowly closed them for him.
A solid mass of bone and muscle made contact with her cheek. Her body fell limp in his arms. Connor squeezed his closed his eyes. It was the only way to save her. Biting up his bottom lip, he raised his fist again at her lifeless body in his arm.
"Hey. Hey! You can't kill her yet. I need the bitch alive for a day or two." He took hold of Connor's arm closest to him. Connor did not release his grip.
Connor felt the chill of cool metal at his throat. He slowly turned his head and glared at the man. He wanted nothing more than to take his life. "What do you need her for?" he spat out at the man.
"Release her now," the man ordered.
Connor loosened his grip and Missy fell to the ground at his feet. "She is not worth it" He turned to walk away and mumbled, "Her father is the one I want vengeance with."
"Stop!" the man shouted. He watched Connor pause. "I can give that to you." Connor turned towards him. The man continued. "Her brother will come for her because his father will force him to, and when he does, we will be awaiting his arrival."
Connor pinched his lips in a line across his face and then said, "That does not give me vengeance on Lord Ashton."
The man smiled. "Ah but it does my friend. You see...they will both die a retched death and he will live. What better vengeance can one have leaving a man childless because of his own wrong doing."
Connor walked towards the man with caution. "You mentioned I would be surprised where she was to be taken."
The man pulled out a pistol. "Yes I did didn't I." He placed his knife back to it's place at his hip. "Your father was the one who sent me, Mr. Welling." The man chuckled at him. "Do not be so shock, Welling. Your father is far from a saint. It would seem you two carry a common desire for punishment on the same man."
Connor laughed. "It is about time the old man took revenge for what was done to our family." He laughed again making an effort to sound pleased by the thought.
The man motioned to the men on the ground. "These two idiots knew nothing of what I was truly looking for, and by the way I need to thank you. I do believe you have saved me the effort of disposing of them."
Elly giggled. "I had always wished for Mr Welling to tell her he loved her after all this time. I mean, it was obvious they loved one another all those years ago. Missy did not leave her house for a full year after they were forbidden to love one another. She sat in her room on the balcony starring up at the sky all the time. Day and night for a full year."
"I am positive she must have felt as if a loved one had died El. i can not imagine ever being separated from my Garret." Theresa turned to her with a big smile. "Oh my this night is turning out to be an exciting one."
"Yes but we are the only two who know of it," Elly stated. They turned to one another and began giggling. "I see a marriage in the future Theresa."
"Perhaps we should not get ahead of our selves El. We still do not know if she has admitted her love for him yet," Theresa said.
"I bet you she is in his arms kissing right now, " Elly said.
Connor walked over to Missy on the ground. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "The carriage is damaged. We will have to ride horse back." He glanced at the man and eyed him up and down. "I'll take her with me."
The man grinned. "And I shall ride behind you with my friend." He waved the pistol up in the air. "No offence of course," he added.
Connor chuckled. "If you feel more of a man with it, by all means then." He walked away to his horse down the tree line. If I try to run he will not hesitate to shoot me in the back. Out running him with Missy in this condition is out of the question. I have no choice but to go to where ever has planned to take her. He placed Missy over the horse's saddle and climbed up. Connor nestled her body between his arms. Her head rest in the crock of his neck. I can't believe my father has done this. Why?
An hour later riding up and over a ridge, Connor saw the peaks of shadows cast from an old castle in the midnight moon light. "Devils Tower, " he whispered. A name he and his brother Garret called it as children. Shadow Hill Castle was it's given name.
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"You bastard I dare you!" She struggled against the man to get to Connor. "Your family is nothing but a joke throughout London."
Connor strode forward and grabbed her out of the man's arms so fast it shocked Missy as well as the man. Missy yelped from the force of his strength. He place his hand behind her head and slammed her body against the carriage. Missy winced as she let out a small sound of pain. He grasped her chin. "Forgive me," he whispered.
Missy gazed up into his eyes and he watched the tears stream down her face. She slapped him straight across the face with force. Connor stumbled back a step. He put one hand around her throat and placed his mouth next to her cheek and kissed it softly. "I won't let him hurt you."
Missy felt his body lean firmly against her body. His warm breath whispered to her, "God I do not want to do this."
She gazed up at him and he saw the most desperate plea for him to help in her eyes. "I'm sorry Missy. Close your eyes for me." Her gaze turned to confusion and as it did he raised his fist at her. The last thing Connor saw was an understanding fear in her eyes as she slowly closed them for him.
A solid mass of bone and muscle made contact with her cheek. Her body fell limp in his arms. Connor squeezed his closed his eyes. It was the only way to save her. Biting up his bottom lip, he raised his fist again at her lifeless body in his arm.
"Hey. Hey! You can't kill her yet. I need the bitch alive for a day or two." He took hold of Connor's arm closest to him. Connor did not release his grip.
Connor felt the chill of cool metal at his throat. He slowly turned his head and glared at the man. He wanted nothing more than to take his life. "What do you need her for?" he spat out at the man.
"Release her now," the man ordered.
Connor loosened his grip and Missy fell to the ground at his feet. "She is not worth it" He turned to walk away and mumbled, "Her father is the one I want vengeance with."
"Stop!" the man shouted. He watched Connor pause. "I can give that to you." Connor turned towards him. The man continued. "Her brother will come for her because his father will force him to, and when he does, we will be awaiting his arrival."
Connor pinched his lips in a line across his face and then said, "That does not give me vengeance on Lord Ashton."
The man smiled. "Ah but it does my friend. You see...they will both die a retched death and he will live. What better vengeance can one have leaving a man childless because of his own wrong doing."
Connor walked towards the man with caution. "You mentioned I would be surprised where she was to be taken."
The man pulled out a pistol. "Yes I did didn't I." He placed his knife back to it's place at his hip. "Your father was the one who sent me, Mr. Welling." The man chuckled at him. "Do not be so shock, Welling. Your father is far from a saint. It would seem you two carry a common desire for punishment on the same man."
Connor laughed. "It is about time the old man took revenge for what was done to our family." He laughed again making an effort to sound pleased by the thought.
The man motioned to the men on the ground. "These two idiots knew nothing of what I was truly looking for, and by the way I need to thank you. I do believe you have saved me the effort of disposing of them."
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Elly giggled. "I had always wished for Mr Welling to tell her he loved her after all this time. I mean, it was obvious they loved one another all those years ago. Missy did not leave her house for a full year after they were forbidden to love one another. She sat in her room on the balcony starring up at the sky all the time. Day and night for a full year."
"I am positive she must have felt as if a loved one had died El. i can not imagine ever being separated from my Garret." Theresa turned to her with a big smile. "Oh my this night is turning out to be an exciting one."
"Yes but we are the only two who know of it," Elly stated. They turned to one another and began giggling. "I see a marriage in the future Theresa."
"Perhaps we should not get ahead of our selves El. We still do not know if she has admitted her love for him yet," Theresa said.
"I bet you she is in his arms kissing right now, " Elly said.
Connor walked over to Missy on the ground. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. "The carriage is damaged. We will have to ride horse back." He glanced at the man and eyed him up and down. "I'll take her with me."
The man grinned. "And I shall ride behind you with my friend." He waved the pistol up in the air. "No offence of course," he added.
Connor chuckled. "If you feel more of a man with it, by all means then." He walked away to his horse down the tree line. If I try to run he will not hesitate to shoot me in the back. Out running him with Missy in this condition is out of the question. I have no choice but to go to where ever has planned to take her. He placed Missy over the horse's saddle and climbed up. Connor nestled her body between his arms. Her head rest in the crock of his neck. I can't believe my father has done this. Why?
An hour later riding up and over a ridge, Connor saw the peaks of shadows cast from an old castle in the midnight moon light. "Devils Tower, " he whispered. A name he and his brother Garret called it as children. Shadow Hill Castle was it's given name.
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by Pages of Romance Publishing
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Friday, December 30, 2011
Romantica Short Story ~ A Forbidden Love chapter 3
Chapter 3
Connor gazed up from across the ball room to see Missy standing at the top of the stairs. She looked radiant in her soft pink gown. Even more so than she had a few nights ago. Perhaps she is looking for me. Maybe she is waiting for someone. A man? No, a friend most likely. He glanced quickly around to see if anyone was watching for her as well. Connor adjusted his collar and straightened his coat. By the time he looked to the balcony again, she was gone. Where did she go?
He spotted Missy heading for the entrance. Connor walked swiftly to catch her before he could no longer see her, but failed. After a few moments he stood in the crowded entry to the grand ball room surrounded by bodies flooding in at him.
Missy made her way down the stairs to the entrance.
"Where are you going Missy?" Theresa asked.
She turned to face her. "I am leaving for home."
"Oh no you are not Miss. You know very well there are a band of robbers that have been holding up carriages the last two weeks," Theresa stated.
"We have an armed guard and the driver. I'm positive I will be perfectly safe." With that said, Missy turned and disappeared into the crowd.
"Connor!"
He turned to see Theresa walking in his direction. "Have you just arrived?"
"No I was looking for someone," he answered without eye contact.
Theresa gazed in the direction Connor was. "I think it to be impossible to find anyone in this herd Connor."
He glanced down to her. "Perhaps you are right Terry."
"Terry?" She stared up at him and watched him squirm for a second. "Theresa...Connor."
"I know your name...I just-"
She began laughing at him. Connor did not know what to make of her behavior. Theresa looped her arm through his and said, "Come on Collin."
Connor paused and smiled widely at her. "As you wish Terry."
She led him towards the others in the group. standing in the middle of the room. as he approached his gaze locks with Heath's. Murmurs of voices trailed silent as he joined the circle. Connor refused to be the first to break eye contact with Heath. Go ahead say something. Give me a reason to deck you.
"Good evening Connor...Pardon me," Elly quickly cleared her throat. "Mr. Welling."
"Good evening mam." Connor replied and as he did he noted a flash of anger or maybe frustration spark in Heath's glare at him.
"I suppose you do not recall who I am after all these years," Elly said. Heaths eyes darted to Elly with the way she said it to him and Connor noticed.
Connor looked down at her bright smile. "Little Eli?"
"Yes!" Her smile grew. "You do remember me."
"My apologies, of course I do." out of the corner of his eye he saw Heath's fist tighten slowly. "How could I possible forget such a dazzling smile such as yours, Eli?" Connor knew he may be pushing Heath but did it anyway and leaned in closer to her while gazing at Heath and said, "Honestly your smile is far more striking then I had remembered it to be Eli." She let out a small giggle as Heath's jaw set firm, clenching his teeth.
The conversation within the circle fell back into it's own normal rhythm. Connor waiting and watched for any sign of Missy. Finally he could not stand it any longer, he had to know. Leaning down to Elly, he asked, "Do you happen to know where Missy has gone to?"
"She has returned home for the evening Connor," Theresa said rather loudly.
Connor hoped the disappointment of Theresa's words were not displayed across his face. "I see," he said simply.
"Alone," Elly added.
"Connor whipped his head to Elly. His eyebrows pinched down. "Pardon?"
"She left alone," she repeated.
His expression took on a serious state. "Why is she alone?" his words were short and louder then he intended them to be.
"I did attempt to stop her but Missy would not listen to reason Connor," Theresa said.
"I am certain she will be quite fine," Garret added.
Theresa turned to him." A band of thieves is running a muck in this area most likely as we speak and are thugs. Last week Lady Nell was held up and thrown from the carriage as they were moving."
"Yes I was informed she broke her hip," Elly added.
A million things ran through Conner's mind as he listened to the women. How could Heath have allowed this? She is alone. He took a few steps towards Heath landing face to face with him.
Missy gazed out the carriage window into the dark night. Clip clopping of hooves soothed her thoughts from running away. I hate this stretch of rode. She slowly closed her eyes. Perhaps this was not such a clever idea riding without more company. Oh you are being silly. I will be home in less then twenty minutes sitting in a wonderful hot bubble bath. The corners of her lips curled up. She could feel the warm blanket of water engulfing her naked body. Missy opened her eyes and realized the carriage was slowing down.
The group looked to Heath. "Are you going to tell me you gave her permission to leave without-"
Heath chuckled aloud. "No one gives Missy permission for anything...the woman does not ask for it." Connor's glare grew hard at him. "It would seem you do not remember her strongest qualities Mr. Welling."
"Oh, I remember enough to know her feelings still hold firm in her opinion of you, her own brother." Conner turned and walked away.
Missy's body jolted off the seat as she heard a warning shot fire by the driver or maybe the guard. Rumblings of mens' voices flooded around the carriage. She did not dare draw back the curtains fearing to see their faces staring back through the window at her. Missy's hands and legs began to tremble sending a surge of emotion up the rest of her.
More gun fire rang out in the night and a large thud on top of the roof followed. Missy saw the shadow of a man's body fall to the ground outside the window. "Ah," she shrieked. Quickly covering her quivering lips, Missy knew they had heard her.
A soft gentle sound tapped at the window. It was terrible odd soft sound given the violence taking place around it. She felt her body slither up and back against the seat. It would be a matter of moments before the door swung open.
Connor rode hard along the dry dirt rode. Every once in a while he would hit silver patches of moon light peaking through the trees lining the rode. The country was dark very dark which was one of the reasons he loved it so much. The blackest of nights never bothered him. He welcomed them to be honest. "Wait...I'm scared of the dark Connor." Her voice rang out in his head. She had always had a fear of it. The memory of her slidding into his hand to hold it tight sent a chill through him. "Missy," he wispered to himself.
The knocking on the carriage window stopped. Missy paused holding her breath. She couldn't bring herself to close her eyes ignoring her fear that was begging her to do so. Suddenly a crashing shatter blew glass all over her body. Missy let out a curdling scream.
"Hey boys, we have a lively one in here." One of the men said. He grabbed Missy by the ankle and pulled her towards the door. "Come on now stop squirming. It won't take long." The others laughed at that.
Missy kicked him hard in the face and he fell back into another man behind him. An arm reached inside the carriage grabbing a handful of her hair. "Little bitch!"
"No!" she screamed louder then before.
Connor heard a faint scream ahead of him somewhere. His heart began race with fear. He kicked the horse hard. "Come boy!" He knew it was Missy. His heart told him it was her.
Missy's body hit the ground. She barely felt it. The man lifted her up slamming her back with force against the carriage not once but twice. Everything started to go out of focus and she felt heavy all of the sudden.
"Oh no. This one is all mine tonight," The man holding his nose came up from behind the other holding her. He was shoved back with the free arm that wasn't holding her up. The man behind him took a swift hard swing and landed his fist right on Missy's cheek.
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by Pages of Romance Publishing
Sunday, December 18, 2011
A Forbidden Love So Passionate They Will Do Anything To Save It...Chapter 1
Connor Welling & Missy Ashton
Forbidden
Short Romantica Story
Chapter 1
A Forbidden Love.
With a torch in one hand, he took her hand in his other and pulled her towards the stairs leading down.
"Wait!" she cried. Gazing back to the guards quickly closing in on them, she had but moments to decide. Nervously clenching her night gown in her hands she squeezed her eyes shut. The pounding of the guards feet were drawing closer. "Missy," she heard him say. Opening her eyes she gazed down at him with breathless un decidedness. "Where are you taking me?" Missy asked him.
"Somewhere we will not be found, and you will be safe." He held out his hand to her once more. "Please Missy," his tone was deep and commanding. She could see fear in his eyes.
"I see her! This way!" One of the guards shouted.
If she didn't make a decision soon there fates will be sealed. "Conner," she whispered to him and placed her hand in his.
He smiled and said, "I would have taken you anyways. You know that don't you?" He watched her lips curl up in that tender way that had first caught his eye. A shadow of dark gray covered Missy before him. She screamed with surprise. Her hand left his and she was dragged away.
Conner felt his body falling backward and then an excruciating thud to his head. They must have tumbled down two flights of stairs before stopping in a mangled pile. Three of the four guards rose to their feet. The forth lay dead with a broken neck. "Take Lord Welling to his father," one of them said and then spit on Connor's feet. He pulled Connor's head up by his hair. "Ha, he shouldn't be any trouble now."
"And the lady?" one of the others asked.
"Secure her in the dungeon. I will deal with her shortly myself."
The others laughed wickedly. I need to get up. She needs me. He could not even manage to lift his own head up. Fighting the black silence that was coming for him was mute. Connor blacked out.
~ ~ ~
He Found Himself Back at his father's home. A great gathering of friends and family came together to celebrate his older brother Garret’s engagement. He felt like he had not seen everyone in so long, it was odd.
"Connor, you will be next in line my friend," Ben patted him on the back. "It is good to see you again my friend."
"Ah," Connor said shaking his head. "Not any time soon. I am not Garret and have nil desire to marry just yet." He sipped his brandy. "I have heard throughout town you are back on the market."
Ben's lips pinched together. "I have to say Connor; I do not know what I was thinking last season. I mean we are not that advanced in years. So what is the rush?"
Connor lifted his glass to Ben's. "Well for now the heat is off me with Garret’s wedding, but, I assume not for long. Between my father wanting to secure a male heir and my mother insisting someone give her a grandchild before she is too far in years, I'm going to disappear for about five years to the states."
Ben laughed. "Give me a heads-up and I will be sure to join you." The room began to buzz with loud whispers which grabbed Ben's interest. He nudged Connor and pointed to a small group of people standing in the doorway. "Is that not Heath Ashton?"
Connor recognized him well. "The older gentleman beside him is his father." He glanced across the room to try to catch his brother's attention. Garret was already headed towards the door with a smile on his face. Connor watched as his to be wife, Garret's fiancée, joined his side and greeted the group with warm welcomes. He gazed over to his own father in the corner with his mother. He appeared to be occupying himself with a few men in conversation, but could see his father had a watchful eye to the door.
"What is this all about Connor? Your two families hate one another," Ben said.
"Loath one another would be a more correct statement. I can only assume they are here for Garret's wife to be," Connor said.
Ben chuckled. "Theresa, you mean."
"Who?" Connor turned to him.
"Your brother's soon to be wife-your soon to be sister-in-law," Ben said. "You do remember meeting her do you not, Connor?" Ben ended with a chuckle.
"Yes I do. I just can't ever remember her name." Connor observed his brother and Heath leaving the room followed by Heath’s father, John Ashton. "Pardon me for a moment Ben," Connor said and walked in the direction his father was standing. He placed himself beside him. "Father," he said with a nod as his father glanced his way with a stern face. Connor waited for the right opportunity to excuse them from the group. He noted his father's finger tapping against his glass. Connor knew he was agitated with the situation, but he also knew his father had to have given his permission for it as well. Garret never crossed his father on any matter.
Connor looked down at Miss Haggerty who at some point in time plopped down next to his mother on the chaise. His poor mother smiled with a wiry smile at Miss Haggerty and then Connor and back to Miss Haggerty. It had not yet been a month since Connor told old round Lady Haggerty to shut it…at the opera…in a singing opera voice as loud as he could, after a bottle of brandy filled his belly. If that was not enough to warrant an unpleasant visit to his mother, he then turned, grabbed Haggerty’s niece and kissed her hard and long. Followed only by an announcement to pluck her innocence like an apple from a tree.
Miss Haggerty rolled her eyes at him, so Connor gave her a little wink.
Beverly, Connor’s mother rose to her feet quickly. “My darling. I believe our son wishes to have a word with you.” The group fell silent.
He starred at his wife then said, “Pardon us gentlemen.” Connor walked with his father out through the French doors closing them behind him once they were out on the balcony.
“I presume this is about Ashton?” He did not give Connor a chance to respond. “Theresa is under the care of John Ashton. Not related in any way of course. But he has offered the Sunny Acer’s estate as dowry and your brother is finalizing the paper work as we speak.”
Connor chuckled. “Why now? I mean you have been trying for years to acquire those fields.”
“It is just business, Connor. He has no use for it and all of the estates surrounding Sunny Acer's are in my possession. I can only assume he came to the conclusion it is but a nuisance to own it.” His father turned to leave.
“Sunny Acres has been fought over for three generations between our two families and then suddenly he has no qualm about releasing it into your hands father?” Connor stood up straight and shook his head at him. “I don’t believe it.”
“You do not have to believe it son. You only have to accept it.” He then walked away.
Connor looked up at the night sky. The moon revealed only half of its self to the night. Every star flicked with a twinkle.
“Oh, forgive me. I was not aware someone was out here.”
Connor turned upon hearing the woman’s soft sweet voice filled with surprise. The sight of her caught his breath momentarily. Her slender frame glided further out onto the balcony. “I do not mind,” he said. “The balcony is plenty big enough for us to share.” Connor could see she was trying not to give into a smile. He scuffed a line on the stone with his boot and then moved to the other side of the balcony. “That is the line that you are not allowed to cross.”
She pinched her lips together tight. “So this would be my corner over here.” She motioned to her left.
“Well you are not going to get both corners.” She smiled for him. “You do have to share.” Connor said. She let out a giggle at that. He gazed to her hand and noticed no ring upon her finger.
“I can share. I’m good at sharing,” she said and moved to her corner of the balcony. After a moment she gazed up. “Sometimes is looks as if the sky has been sprinkled with glitter.” She pointed up. “Night time is my favorite hours of the day.”
“I find that to be true for myself,” Connor said. He watched her gaze at the moon. “She is only half shy tonight.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Connor walked a little closer towards her. “The moon.”
She glanced back over to her left and leaned out on top of the balcony railing. “Oh, I see. Or you could say she is half daring tonight.”
“Are you a daring woman?” Connor asked with a devilish under tone. “Or are you shy?”
She glanced back at him as he drew even closer to her. “Perhaps both.” She twirled the fringe of her plum colored shawl around her fingers. A gentle breeze blew all the lose locks of hair around her check and chin.
Connor watched her tuck a few pieces of hair behind her ear. “Not at the same time I hope. That would be confusing for everyone around you.” He leaned on the balcony with his elbow. “Although very entertaining I might add.” It was hard for him to tell in the moon light what color her eyes were. Light green or blue he guessed. Her hair was so blond it nearly appeared white in the light.
She was still laughing as she walked over closer to where he stood.
“Ah, I expect that you remember and honor the line please,” Connor pointed down to their feet.
She looked down and drew her hand to her chest. “Oh dear, I nearly did forget about the line. Do forgive me. I do not know where my head has gone.” She gazed up to him with a shy smile. "I believe all this heat on my skin has me losing rational thought." She raised her hand to her check and slowly pulled back the hair that had come lose again. She watched him watch her. "This night air feels as if it is growing heavier and I seem to be having difficulty with coherent reasoning's." Her voice was so sultry she didn't even recognized it. Something about the way he was gazing at her was causing her to grow bold.
Yes, well, I had figured as much. This time I will over look the matter, but next time…well, I don’t know about next time but,” She laughed hard which made Connor laugh. “Let’s simply say next time there will have to be a reckoning so sorts.”
“A reckoning,” she repeated while still laughing.
“Yes…a…reckoning,” Connor said as he gazed at her. Her beauty is stunning. Blue-her eyes are light blue. God, she looks perfect in every way. Who is she? I bet her name is as beautiful as her big blue eyes.
“My sincere apology. I pledge to respect the line from this day forth,” she said as she gazed up at him again. Your eyes are as dark as the night covering us. So mysterious and yet warm. I feel- He smiled at her breaking her train of thought. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Is it a difficult one?” Connor raised an eyebrow at her. She shook her head no. “You may then, but I retain the option whether or not I feel the need to answer.” She smiled wide at him. “Your smile is contagious.” She covered it with her hand. “This is shy you, right?”
She removed her hand resting it on her chest. “I told you sometimes I am.”
Connor said softly, “I like the shy you. What else makes you shy?”
She gazed down at her hand now on the balcony. “Blurting out things I shouldn’t.”
Connor tilted his head at that. “Give me an example.”
She giggled. “Do you know Miss Haggerty?”
“A little too well,” Connor said. He was curious to where this was going. Did she know of what he had done?
“Okay, well, about a month ago she was at the opera, as I was with my cousin, and some man shouted for her to shut it, and then said he was going to pluck her nieces innocents. Well, afterwards she would not stop talking about it. So in a room filled with people I told her it was about time because the woman was turning into a spinster and she might actually enjoy it. I then added it might drive the gloomy witch out of her.”
Connor covered his mouth but could not contain his laughter. She started laughing with him till tears ran down her face. “I think you and I are the only ones to find this funny,” she said to him.
Connor composed himself. “I must tell you something even funnier.”
“What?”
“The man who shouted those things was me!”
“What? No!” She hit his arm a couple of times as she laughed again. “I received an ear full for that one. My mother is still not speaking to me.”
“My mother did not know what to do with herself. My father on the other hand, well he sent me out to the country for the last month,” Connor said. “She is here you know, Miss Haggerty.”
She gazed up at him and said, “We should both be sure to stop and greet her before we leave this evening.” She shook her head up and down at him nodding yes.
“What?” he asked her with a smile. "My father would surly drive me out of the country."
“We are probably the only two people to ever insult Miss Haggerty. And we both did it within an hour of each other.”
“This is true. And to think, we both end up here, standing together under the half shy-half daring moon, talking about it.” Connor leaned back down on the balcony. “I have to say I’ve never met a woman like you before. I am glad you decided to come out here and share a balcony with me tonight.”
“So am I.” She gazed down at his hand on the balcony. “Please promise me you will go with me to pay our greeting to the old miserable hag.”
He chuckled and said, “Yes I promise. Now what was it you were going to ask me before?”
She giggled softly. “Oh, you are causing my shyness to reappear.”
“After what you just told me.” He teased her. “Hey, not only do we now share a balcony we are forever bonded with Miss Haggerty. You cannot possibly be shy with me now.”
“No, I suppose that’s true.” She paused. “What will you do if I was to cross the line?”
Connor leaned in closer. “That I have not yet decided.”
“Hmm, I see.” She looked out over the night sky. Slowly her foot slipped over the line and bumped his boot. He glanced down and back up at her. She had not moved her eyes from the sky. She slid her hand over the imaginary line of the balcony ledge. Her finger tips grazed his.
Connor chuckled. “A mire minor offence my lady.” He watched her smile widen. She took a big step and half way crossed the line.
Connor stood behind her and examined the position of her body verses the line. He walked back over to where he had been and said, “Well, now you look like the moon, half and half.”
She threw her head back and giggled. Connor took her in his arms. “Now I have you on my side and you can never go back.”
“I think I like it much better over here,” she said.
Connor kissed her with a tender touch. He felt no need to rush. It was as if he wanted the moment to last forever which was not like him. She ran her hands up into his thick black hair. He pulled her closer. “Oh you are definitely never going back over there,” he said through their kiss.
His hands slid down her back and cupped her bottom. She let out a soft moan and kissed him harder. She pushed him against the railing.
Connor broke the kiss. “This isn’t the shy half is it?”
“Shut it and kiss me,” she said. Connor laughed. He couldn’t help it. She was funny.
She slid her hands down and cupped his bottom. She whispered, “Your backside is firm.”
Connor grabbed her waist and said, “Okay...not shy.” He kissed her neck and trailed his tongue down to her shoulder. He heard her take in a deep breath.
“Do I kiss bad? I have never done this before. Would you like to go into the gardens?” she asked him. “I know of a little house in the back of the maze. I use to visit her as a child.”
Connor stopped. “You haven’t and you what?”
“Yes I-
The French doors started to open and Connor flew six feet from her. Heath stood in the doorway.
He pointed to Connor. “You stay away from her, Welling.”
“Welling?” she repeated.
Heath looked at her and said, “Let’s go, Missy.”
“Missy?” Connor repeated.
Heath took her by the hand and started to pull his sister through the doors. She gazed back at Connor and he could see she was as shocked as he was.
Connor stood at the edge of the balcony. The last hours events running through his mind as he tried to make sense of it all. He looked at the doorway and strided towards it. He pulled the doors open and stormed out into the room. "Ashton!" Connor screamed with bruitle strength over the crowd below him. He pointed at Heath Ashton at the other end of the room.
Ashton stopped with Missy at his side at the threshold of the door and turned to face Connor.
© copyright 2011
Cary J Davis
Pages of Romance Publishing
Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12
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