Passion Over Time by Natasha Blackthorne & Tarah Scott & Kyann Waters

Author:Natasha Blackthorne & Tarah Scott & Kyann Waters [Blackthorne, Natasha & Scott, Tarah & Waters, Kyann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0113AIV2Y
Goodreads: 25864168
Publisher: Broken Arm Publishing
Published: 2015-07-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Bryant propped an elbow on the mantel in the great hall and leaned toward the fire crackling in the hearth as he nodded to the young warrior he was speaking with. The postern door opened and Sir Dunbar entered. He swept the room with his gaze until he met Bryant’s, and he crossed to where they stood.

“Leave us,” he commanded the young man. With a nod to Bryant, the warrior left.

Dunbar remained quiet until they were alone, then said, “Your little bird has flown the coop.”

Bryant straightened from the mantel. “What?”

“Easy.” Sir Dunbar gave an almost imperceptible nod in the direction of the duchess, who sat beside Lady Siusan Ellis at the table. “Her Grace is a very observant woman.”

“What has happened?” Bryant demanded.

“The stable boy told me Lady Ellis left an hour ago.”

“That was before dawn. Did he say where she went?”

Dunbar shook his head. “Nay, but Klenmarnoch is just an hour’s ride north.”

Comprehension hit like ice water. “By God,” Bryant cursed. “It is. The little fool has gone to the gaol to beg for Glen’s release.”

“Exactly.”

Everyone knew of the duchess’ prison. Arundel Castle where the duke and duchess lodged was the largest castle within two days’ ride. The duchess’ ancestral home, Klenmarnoch, lay on the edge of the village of Geary where, ten years ago, they had established a prison. Thirty-seven cells wound throughout the maze of corridors and stairs of the four-storey castle. Riana could enter the prison and never be heard from again.

“She cannot hope to succeed,” he said through tight lips.

“Beautiful women often succeed where men cannot,” Dunbar said.

“But at what price?”

Bryant envisioned the picture the duchess had painted of Riana’s tender body shackled to a stone wall while the gaol master fucked her until she was too sore to stand. Fury and fear rammed through his veins.

“You are not taken with the lass, by chance?” Dunbar asked.

Bryant recalled the exquisite torture of her arse tightening around his cock as he had eased into her and the way she impaled herself on the phallus as he thrust inside, and felt himself grow hard.

“You knew what she was when you hatched this scheme,” Dunbar said. “You did not expect her to change?”

“I did not expect her to feel the need to fuck another man.”

The older knight laughed. “Then you do not know women.”

Sir Bryant scowled and set the goblet on the mantel.

“You are going after her?” Dunbar asked.

“Aye.”

He sighed. “Then let us be done with it.”

“You need not risk your neck.”

“If you wed the wench, my neck is at risk.”

“I can stand on my own,” Bryant said.

Dunbar snorted. “The duke would crush you, then the duchess would have your liver for breakfast.”

If what Riana had said to the duchess was true, Bryant would have the duke’s liver for breakfast.

****

Riana slowly walked around the desk, careful to emphasize the sway of her hips. She stopped in front of the warden and knelt. Cold seeped from the stone through her knees clear to the bone, a strange contrast to the warm fire that bathed the right side of her body.

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