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said and turned to
examine my body in the mirror, sad that something as innocent as a
length of glass and its frame were banned from the convent.
    “I shall tell your mother,” she
threatened.
    I smiled at her reflection in the mirror. “Do
that.”
    She must have thought me the devil because
she crossed herself, praying to Heaven for protection and
intervention.
    “Maria, do as she says…or would you have me
imprisoned?”
    She wasn’t sure where or how she wanted him.
I could see that and it only made my smile grow wider, more
voracious. Perhaps I should have bid her stay and watch us
fuck?
    His gaze never leaving my body, he ordered
her to leave. “Go, now!”
    She turned, a leaden saint, and retreated
down the stairs.
    “You,” I turned and crooked a finger at him,
pulling him into the room with no more than a gesture. “Close the
door.”
    “What is it you want, Beatrice?”
    “A proper good-bye, that is all.”
    “How can you do that to Maria?” He was
earnest in his question and it made me laugh in his face. A flash
of anger lit his gaze, narrowing the pupils to black points that
threatened to tear out my heart.
    Good, I wanted him angry. It made him hard,
as much as he might wish to deny it. So it had been between us for
so long, my fighting him, rubbing against him, exposing some bit of
forbidden flesh. He could not know me without being the stern
enforcer of Mother’s petty punishments. And now he had so much to
punish me for and I intended to give him even more!
    “I owe Maria no duty of kindness!” I spat the
words in his face and he raised his hand to me for an instant
before slamming his fist against his thigh.
    “Is it my fault?” No longer looking at me, he
stared at the floor and numbly shook his head. He glanced up,
remembering that I was there, and shook his head again. “You have
wantonly tempted me for so long.”
    “Pity you did not take me sooner…before
marrying that cow.” I thrust my breasts out, my chin following suit
as I dared him to raise his hand again.
    My words shocked him, apparently filling him
with horror that I should have suggested so early a taking. And
then some false chivalry over Maria’s honor fell across him like a
black veil and he grabbed me by the throat. “That you, a whore,
should talk about her—”
    “Your whore,” I reminded him and stroked at
the hands that threatened to squeeze the life out of me. “And what
is she anyway? Is it her wifely duty that keeps her at your side
still? Or, like me, does she want you to fill her with your cock,
to fuck her with it, to let her take it into her mouth and
suck—”
    He backhanded me and I fell across the bed.
On hands and knees, I crawled across the mattress, playing the
naked, disheveled penitent. I stopped a hand’s width from him, not
looking up at him, my gaze centered on the outline of his cock
pressing against his pants. My tongue slipped out to wet my lips.
“You are so hard,” I observed.
    My breasts, ripe with need, brushed against
my arm and the sensitive nipples stung as if I’d drawn a blade
across them. “I need you, Louis,” I begged, sincere at last. “This
last time before I lose you forever.”
    “No!” He grabbed two handfuls of hair and
pulled me against him, hugging my face against his erect manhood.
“Why do you say that?”
    So he wanted me to stay! But would he admit
as much?
    “When I return…” I started, looking up and
faltering as I saw the truth scratched across his features.
    “I will still be your mother’s coachman…and
Maria’s husband.”
    I rose up, pushing angrily at him. “I will be
mistress here, soon,” I warned. “Do you think that old woman, with
her headaches and her vapors and all her hateful misery will ruin
my life for much longer?”
    I shook my head, my hair whipping once around
my shoulders. “No, this will be my house! And you…” I slammed my
fist against his chest, my voice breaking. “You already are
mine!”
    “Yes, Beatrice.”