Knight Secrets by C.C. Wiley

Author:C.C. Wiley [Wiley, C.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-03-28T18:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Ranulf tightened his grip around Clarice’s waist, squeezing the breath and nasty comments from her mouth and dragging her through the doorway of his bedchamber. Where the devil had she learned to string a set of curses together? “Have you lost your wits?”

He snarled an oath as her teeth came uncomfortably close to his rib cage. “Bite me again,” he warned, “and you’ll regret it for the rest of your nights.”

Ignoring the fresh wound, he spun her off his hip and wrestled the wench into the crook of his arm. He took a few steps toward a high-backed chair before lurching to a stop. He spun on his heel and landed on the wooden seat. The chair rocked back, threatening to dump them both onto the floor.

“Release me at once,” she said.

“When you have learned to control yourself.”

“I am not a whore to be passed around,” she shouted, making his ears ring with her outrage.

“All right. All right,” he soothed.

Dodging the elbow aimed at his chin, he trapped her arms at her sides. Their chests rose and fell as one. Her rigid back softened as she contained her emotions.

Heat radiated through layers of tunic and leggings. It slid across his thighs, pouring fire into his veins.

Ranulf closed his eyes, allowing a brief moment to let it seep into his soul. His mind argued against the foolishness of bringing the handful of trouble to his private chambers. Again. God, but the feel of her in his arms brought him back to life. She was light in a dark room. Her soft curves pressed into his lap, causing his breath to stick somewhere in his chest. “I’m sorry. I should have defended you.”

“Agreed.”

He dipped his head and the sharp edge of her shoulder caught him between the eyes. The brief pleasure that had disturbed his sound reasoning disintegrated into a thousand stars.

“Christ’s bones.” He squinted down at her through watering eyes.

She hitched a hip, turning to blink at him with false innocence, lashes fluttering. “Did I injure you? Mayhap you should see Mistress Erwina for a poultice. I’m happy to fetch her.” She moved as if free to rise. Her hands grazed against thighs, narrowly missing his groin. “Oh . . .” She froze, hands trapped, her hips in midrise.

“I do not require Erwina’s services,” he snapped.

Thoughts of throttling the wench flashed through his mind. He quickly discarded it. The task would require releasing her arms. Instead, he tightened his hold, squeezing once to gain her full attention. “Peace.”

Although he knew he should not dump her on the floor as he wished, he was tempted to do it all the same. She was the most irritating woman he had ever had the misfortune of meeting. However, his front parts were finding her posterior a fortunate situation.

Her stomach rumbled, reminding him that he had missed two meals that day. He doubted she’d had more than the bread and cheese he’d sent out to her. He hated to admit it, but he hungered for something more than warmed ale and a hearty joint of beef.

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