Chauncy sent Arianna a look filled with vicious rage as his once future father-in-law walked off. “I am not done with you, you bitch,” he snarled and then turned to follow after Lord Gregoriare. “M’Lord, please wait! Let me explain!”
Arianna shook herself. He was certainly a mean tempered little toad. She grabbed a goblet of sweet wine from a passing server and downed it, trying to wash away the foul taste of him from her lips.
“Are you alright, M’Lady?” Lord Suthers stood a few feet from her, his eyes soft with sympathy.
She took a deep breath and attempted a smile. “Many thanks, M’Lord. I believe I will be now that he is gone.”
“Would you care to sit and have a drink?” he offered, indicating one of three small tables designed for more intimate conversation.
Her mother had gone to so much trouble for her… She inhaled deeply and then nodded. “Yes, my thanks, Lord Suthers.” She might as well give this her best shot; she no longer had any other prospects available to her.
Chauncy slammed from his chamber, his blood boiling through him causing a vein to pulse hotly in his thick neck. That bitch! That conniving, deceitful, nasty little whore—using her body and her pretty face to trick him! He had lost everything because of her! He leaned against the wall for support as he downed his eighth tankard of ale. Well, she was going to pay…
There were still many people up and about, but he knew just where he could find her. That trap of a party she had should just be finishing up, and if he hurried she would be there bidding all her guests a fond night and he could catch her all alone before the servants were sent to clean up.
He stayed close to the wall, hiding in the shadows as he approached the candle lit hall, waiting for the right time.
Arianna tongued her cheek in thought as she wished the last of the men a good night and moved to sit in a nearby chair. She was simply not interested in any of them… certainly not as she had been in Alaric—and she wanted that. She wanted to feel hot and intoxicated in her future husband’s presence, wanted to dream about his kisses and long for his touch. She sighed. It had only happened once in her seventeen years so the chance of it happening again within the next year or two sadly was not likely.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the click of the door shutting. Frowning, she turned toward the noise and felt her stomach drop to her knees. “What are you doing here?” she sprung to her feet as Chauncy crept up on her, a lascivious smile on his shiny face.
“I em juss here t’ finish what you started, M’lady,” he said in a strangely friendly tone, though his expression was dark.
Arianna backed away behind the chair and frowned. “Tis nothing to finish here, Fulkner. Go back to the Great Hall,” she ordered.
He shook his head and swayed slightly, his smile growing hard. “Nah… Think ‘ll sstay. Comere.” He held out a hand, but his eyes had turned watchful and predatory on her.
“If you leave now, Chauncy, I will tell no one of your transgression here this night,” she took another step back from him, a slither of icy fear making her hackles rise. She remembered his quick anger and surprise strength and knew they were virtually alone in this area of the castle. Her mother would not send anyone for a while, hoping that she had found a man she wanted a private moment with.
Fulkner was displeased by her response and he made a sudden lunge for her. “Comere y’ whore! Get wha’ y’ deserve!”
Arianna yelped as his fingers grazed her arm, dodging to the left to run toward the door. “Help!” She cried, but he was not as clumsy as she had hoped and he followed her movement with lightning speed, easily tackling her to the hard floor.
She cried out in pain as he landed hard on her back, his solid weight flattening her chest to the ground. “Get—off of me!” She clawed at the slick floor, trying desperately to slide out from under him but twas no use.
He gripped her hips and forcefully rolled her to face him, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Tis no time fer you t’ give orders, y’ bitch! You assked fer this!” His hands pawed at her bodice and he grunted as he found and squeezed her breasts roughly. “Like y’ that, y’ lil slut?”
Arianna scratched and pushed at his chest and face with fear, panting as she tried to buck him off. “Cease, Chauncy! Leave me be!” He immobilized her wrists above her head with one beefy arm and she felt his free hand move to yank up her skirt.
Arianna screamed, panic seizing her. “Help me! Ple—”
Fulkner’s big palm covered her mouth as he rammed a knee between her tightly clenched thighs. “Shut up! Y’ know you wan’ this, y’dirty liar.”
His sour breath stung her nostrils just before his moist doughy mouth replaced his hand to suffocate her. She whimpered against him, fighting wildly but twas simply no use—he was too heavy to dislodge. Tears burned her eyes as her lips opened under the pressure and she fought the urge to gag when his fat mollusk like tongue wormed into her mouth. Then she bit down hard.
Chauncy howled and jerked back, tasting his own blood. “Yer gonna pay fer that!” he spat at her, reaching down to undo his belt.
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