was probably as happy to be rid of two rather excitable young charges as she was to receive such a generous donation. “Your place in heaven is secure, señor de Montizon. We will be saying mass in your honor for the next four weeks.”
Repressing a smile as he thought of the very precarious nature of his place in heaven, Sebastian bowed and gestured for her to lead him out of the room. “Very well, then. I shall be on my way,” he said at the main doors.
He exited the convent and smiled at the coachman holding the carriage door wide open as instructed. Sebastian was not going to take the chance of Anna and Pia mauling each other in the forecourt under the watchful eyes of the abbess or anyone else who chanced to come along.
He hopped into the carriage, nodded to the coachman to shut the door, and waved to the abbess through the sparkling glass window of the newfangled carriage his father had given them as a wedding present. After they’d driven a few minutes away from the convent and the building was no longer in sight, Sebastian slowly pulled the silk curtains shut and gave the roof of the carriage three firm taps with the top of his cane.
They were not to be disturbed.
Anna was a quivering wreck. Pia was so altered. She seemed so cold, even now in complete privacy after Sebastian had pulled the curtains and alerted the coachmen and postilions they were not to be disturbed.
She reached a shaking hand to Pia’s pale cheek and watched in silent misery as her lover closed her eyes in disgust, as if Pia must force herself to withstand Anna’s touch.
“Did I mean so little to you?” Anna whispered, a helpless tear escaping from one eye. The pain of Pia’s rejection was ripping her apart. “You cannot even look at me? You are so changed.”
Pia—finally, the stubborn loving woman Anna knew—lashed out at her. “So little ? Changed? I ? It is you who is changed, in your fine clothes and your gaudy shackles—” Pia must then have remembered her new master sitting a few feet away. She lowered her voice and said to the floorboards, “I am sorry, my lord. I must endeavor to be more respectful to my lady.”
“Mustn’t we all,” Sebastian said on a sigh. “In fact, I think she will have you do her bidding immediately.”
Anna hid her relief. Pia’s fury stemmed from misunderstanding, not a change in her feelings. Anna took off her own gloves and then started undoing the ribbon of Pia’s tatty bonnet while her friend stared in shock at Sebastian. “Yes,” Anna growled. “You have been very, very bad to greet me in such a heartless manner. I think you need to give me a proper welcome.”
Pia looked confused and worried, but a lovely flush was rising up her chest and cheeks. Anna leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking on her rapidly pulsing vein. The taste of Pia’s skin after so many weeks apart made Anna burn with pleasure as her lips trailed up her lover’s quivering neck.
“Anna!” Pia sounded as if she’d been shocked back into the present. “Y-your husband will see!”
Anna gave Pia one last lick beneath her ear, loving the familiar scent of her, reveling in the nearness of her, then Anna looked at Sebastian and smiled. Her heart was beginning to race at the reality: this powerful man and this delectable woman were hers now. Anna groaned in pleasure at the prospect, then pulled Pia’s face toward hers and kissed her full on the lips. With a small, hampered cry of dismay, Pia tried to pull away. Anna released her but only after eagerly tracing her way around Pia’s full red lips with the tip of her tongue. “Yes. He will see. He will see every lovely part of you . . .” Anna’s chest was rising and falling in time with Pia’s. She finished removing Pia’s bonnet and began undoing the simple buttons that ran down the front of Pia’s dress. “Oh, my darling girl.” Anna’s breath was hot in her throat; the anticipation of seeing Pia’s luscious body once again, with the added
Repressing a smile as he thought of the very precarious nature of his place in heaven, Sebastian bowed and gestured for her to lead him out of the room. “Very well, then. I shall be on my way,” he said at the main doors.
He exited the convent and smiled at the coachman holding the carriage door wide open as instructed. Sebastian was not going to take the chance of Anna and Pia mauling each other in the forecourt under the watchful eyes of the abbess or anyone else who chanced to come along.
He hopped into the carriage, nodded to the coachman to shut the door, and waved to the abbess through the sparkling glass window of the newfangled carriage his father had given them as a wedding present. After they’d driven a few minutes away from the convent and the building was no longer in sight, Sebastian slowly pulled the silk curtains shut and gave the roof of the carriage three firm taps with the top of his cane.
They were not to be disturbed.
Anna was a quivering wreck. Pia was so altered. She seemed so cold, even now in complete privacy after Sebastian had pulled the curtains and alerted the coachmen and postilions they were not to be disturbed.
She reached a shaking hand to Pia’s pale cheek and watched in silent misery as her lover closed her eyes in disgust, as if Pia must force herself to withstand Anna’s touch.
“Did I mean so little to you?” Anna whispered, a helpless tear escaping from one eye. The pain of Pia’s rejection was ripping her apart. “You cannot even look at me? You are so changed.”
Pia—finally, the stubborn loving woman Anna knew—lashed out at her. “So little ? Changed? I ? It is you who is changed, in your fine clothes and your gaudy shackles—” Pia must then have remembered her new master sitting a few feet away. She lowered her voice and said to the floorboards, “I am sorry, my lord. I must endeavor to be more respectful to my lady.”
“Mustn’t we all,” Sebastian said on a sigh. “In fact, I think she will have you do her bidding immediately.”
Anna hid her relief. Pia’s fury stemmed from misunderstanding, not a change in her feelings. Anna took off her own gloves and then started undoing the ribbon of Pia’s tatty bonnet while her friend stared in shock at Sebastian. “Yes,” Anna growled. “You have been very, very bad to greet me in such a heartless manner. I think you need to give me a proper welcome.”
Pia looked confused and worried, but a lovely flush was rising up her chest and cheeks. Anna leaned in and kissed her neck, sucking on her rapidly pulsing vein. The taste of Pia’s skin after so many weeks apart made Anna burn with pleasure as her lips trailed up her lover’s quivering neck.
“Anna!” Pia sounded as if she’d been shocked back into the present. “Y-your husband will see!”
Anna gave Pia one last lick beneath her ear, loving the familiar scent of her, reveling in the nearness of her, then Anna looked at Sebastian and smiled. Her heart was beginning to race at the reality: this powerful man and this delectable woman were hers now. Anna groaned in pleasure at the prospect, then pulled Pia’s face toward hers and kissed her full on the lips. With a small, hampered cry of dismay, Pia tried to pull away. Anna released her but only after eagerly tracing her way around Pia’s full red lips with the tip of her tongue. “Yes. He will see. He will see every lovely part of you . . .” Anna’s chest was rising and falling in time with Pia’s. She finished removing Pia’s bonnet and began undoing the simple buttons that ran down the front of Pia’s dress. “Oh, my darling girl.” Anna’s breath was hot in her throat; the anticipation of seeing Pia’s luscious body once again, with the added
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