The Wolf's Captive, BDSM Erotic Romance by Chloe Cox

Author:Chloe Cox [Cox, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chloe Cox
Published: 2012-09-02T00:00:00+00:00

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Lucia spent the rest of the afternoon willing the sun to set. It was judged too dangerous to let her roam around the first floor, as she had the previous night, in case the hated Captain Rickle returned, and Avignon was wary of her apparently reckless tendency to open windows. Lucia passed several idle hours reading fitfully from a romantic novel Avignon had smuggled to her from the library, and occasionally trying to teach herself to play a viola that she’d found lying around. Avignon was generally too polite to wince.

Every time she heard a creak or a servant’s step, she’d look up, perhaps push her chest out. It was never Lord Cesare.

The last time Avignon did not hide his smile. “I told you, Miss Lyselle, my Lord Cesare has business elsewhere this afternoon.”

She reddened. Lord Cesare held her body captive; there was something undignified about the idea that he held her attention, too, and that Avignon could so easily see it. Lucia thought about her long-dead grandmother and the importance of self-control, and then about her own promise to herself, but even those old, familiar thoughts were no match for her anticipation of the Dance of Lights.

She was to be his slave. In public. Just as she’d seen on that first night, ages ago now, in the city streets on the way to the Dance of the Seasons. She couldn’t quite believe it.

At last the shadows began to lengthen, and the streets below grew quiet as the city retreated to prepare for the next night of Bacchanal. Lucia looked up from her book to find that Avignon had disappeared for his own preparations. She could hardly sit still. And all she could think about was Lord Cesare.

It was like every moment away from his body stretched her faculties further, thinned her out, made her more scatterbrained. She couldn’t escape the idea that she was beginning to need him, the way some poor men needed amberwine.

Finally Avignon returned, bearing a discreetly tied parcel. He bowed. “Miss Lyselle, these are for tonight. You are to dress yourself and come down to the hall.”

Lucia waited with what she hoped was demure patience until the door clicked closed. Then she tore at the parcel in a frenzy.

First was the mask. It was finer than any mask she’d seen up close, although that wasn’t hard. It was scarlet red, adorned with what looked like real rubies and the dyed feathers of some fine bird. It was cut asymmetrically, so that it would cover her eyes, nose, and the left side of her face entirely, leaving only her mouth and one cheek exposed. It was carefully sculpted to mimic the contours of what looked like a very beautiful face. She twisted her hair into a simple knot held tight with the scarlet hairpins he’d provided, and tried the mask on.

It fit perfectly.

So did the dress, although it was another thing that could barely be called a dress. It was made of gossamer thin layers of some fine weave, layers so thin that a single one was completely transparent.

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