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    A Royal Risk
    A Royal Risk
    A Royal Risk
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    A Royal Risk

    By Deanna Cox

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    Temptation and danger lurk around every corner, and Queen Susanna finds them both in her lover's arms. Like any loyal nobleman, Sir William Chase loves his king, but his true devotion lies with his lovely queen. With only a curtain to hide them from the rest of the castle, Susanna knows the risk is great ... but with her lover so keen to worship her, the rewards will be even greater.

    Warning: Contains scenes of infidelity, voyeurism and anal sex. 14k+ words. Adults only!

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    “As it so happens, I've a gift for you this night as well, highness – one that you might treasure tonight as our king ... enjoys his.”

    Susanna knew his game; he would never dare to give her any physical token, a necklace or brooch that might later be questioned and used against the two of them. There was only one thing such a clever and keen suitor might give to his married queen. Still, she chose to tease him, taking that time they had away from prying ears to throw his clever words back at him. “Then by all means, sir, present that kind gift to me here and now, that my lord husband might treasure it also.”

    William gave a roguish chuckle – a hint of the true man at last peering out where the polite mask had slipped some. He leaned closer across the table, under the pretence of using his handkerchief to dab a stray droplet from the base of her pristine goblet. Susanna could almost feel his heat and taste his words; they stirred the stray hairs that lay upon her cheek, and whisked up something far less innocent within her. “If I were to present it here, my queen, your cries of joy as you thank me might prove too much for your guests. Regardless, I would so love for you to have it.”

    He acknowledged the small, hardly audible sound of arousal she made with a low, teasing murmur of his own. His spotless handkerchief made its way back into his belt as he straightened himself with a smile. His eyes remained on hers. “I am, as always, highness, your most humble of servants. I will come to you on my knees, if you ask it; wherever you lead, I shall always, always follow.”

    It was the closest he could come to propositioning her, there at the head of her husband's Great Hall. Ever the loyal servant, William would be watching her closely for the rest of the evening. The moment she chose to leave, he would come seeking her, wherever the evening might take them. Certainly, the knowledge set her heart beating faster, her breath rushing to catch up, warm and ticklish in her throat. She took a hearty gulp of the wine, propriety be damned, and licked her lips. He followed the swift path of her tongue like a man enchanted. Susanna warned herself not to encourage him here, to give either of them false hope before they had even found a place to slip away to, but the words tripped from her tongue, effortless.

    “Your dedication to your king and queen's pleasure is admirable, sir.” She paused for effect, before adding in a lower voice: “I think often of how well you have served me in the past, and how much I long for you to serve me again.”

    There was no mistaking the sharp look he gave her, the slightest flare of his nostrils and the twitch of pleasure at his lips; lust bloomed within his eyes like ink on water, darkening his stare. He knew the danger, the thin line they toed, and he would cross it without hesitation. He was not a foolish man, but he would risk much to give them what they both desired that night. “Then by all means, my queen ... lead on.”

    He bowed to her a second time, gracing her with one last trace of his mischievous smile, before he was away into the crowd, moving with a swaggering, easy confidence that made her want him all the more. He was hers to have, if only she made the next move – if she dared to lead the way.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDeanna Cox
    Release dateAug 16, 2016
    ISBN9781370323302
    A Royal Risk
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    Deanna Cox

    Deanna Cox is a freelance erotica author from the UK. When she has free time from writing naughty stories, she enjoys nothing more than curling up with a glass of wine and a good book.

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      A Royal Risk - Deanna Cox

      A Royal Risk

      By Deanna Cox

      Copyright © 2016 Deanna Cox

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      A Royal Risk

      It was the king's name day, and from sun up to sunset the castle had been alive with the sounds of prayer and preparations, and with music, laughter and song. Even if one should venture further, out into the royal city, there was cause for celebration. Though the streets did not run red with wine, the generous casks handed down from the king's men to the common folk were enough to sweeten even the sourest citizen's mood. Such a festive occasion was a cause of joy for all the realm, lowest serf and highest-born noble alike joined in love for their king, but on that day there was none less joyous than his queen.

      The feasting and dancing, the drinking – good lord, the drinking – had been ongoing for hours. By the time darkness rolled over the kingdom, bringing yet more rich courses and freshly-filled cups with it, the revelries still showed no signs of calming. Neither did the king. Thomas had behaved no better than a spoiled babe ever since the first of his gifts had been presented to him, hours ago; during the last two or three courses, and the wine that had flowed alongside them, he had grown into a significantly louder, considerably more drunken brat of a child.

      What a fine pair they made in their seat of honour, Queen Susanna thought with a well-concealed grimace. She had become adept at the art of pretence, sitting pretty at her king's left hand, a genteel smile frozen upon her rouged lips, distaste and boredom cooling her warm brown stare. Though she had dressed to compliment her lord husband that day, swathed in rich, royal blues, the two of them could not have looked less alike, her grinning fool of a king with his long golden locks and flushed, rosy cheeks, and she, his dusky-haired queen, milky-pale and unamused. He wore more jewels than she, gilded in gold and dripping with all matter of precious stones, while she wore only simple pearls in her ears and at her throat – a strutting peacock of a man, and his mild and muted peahen. A part of her felt happier that way, able to distance herself from the man, if not in person, then at least in her eyes and in her mind.

      The marriage had not been her choice, a merging of noble houses and matter of necessity, rather than any foolish talk of fate, or any real love that had sparked between them. Only a matter of weeks into their union, her new husband had confessed his sole reason for choosing her as his bride on first sight: her arse and tits had been noticeably fuller than her elder sister's. Of course, a single pair of breasts, no matter what their size, would never have been enough to please the king's vast carnal appetites. After mere months of wedded bliss, the nights he spent in her bed came fewer and further between; no doubt there were mistresses who would work far harder to please their king. Though Susanna often missed having the heat and hardness of man in her bed at night, she was, on the whole, grateful for the reprieve. Once he had done his duty and put a child in her, she dared to dream her boor of a husband might at last be done with her.

      Thomas leaned in close and gave her hand a squeeze, his left around her right. Susanna was grateful for this small favour also; her king's left hand still shone with grease and juices from his meat.

      Are you not pleased, my beloved? he asked her, choosing to take in the room

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