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THE QUEEN - An Excerpt Starring a Certain Priest in a Very Bad Mood

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An Excerpt from THE QUEEN Starring a Certain Priest in a VERY Bad Mood

by Tiffany Reisz

“Ahem. Am I interrupting the lesson?”

They pulled away from each other and found Kingsley standing in the playroom doorway.

“No, we’re done for the day,” Nora said.

Bien. And progress? It was made?”

“I’m okay at it,” Nora said, dropping her whip on the bed. “But it’ll take months to be as good as I need to be.”

“We don’t have that much time,” Kingsley said.

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you decided to put Eleanor on display to the entire world before she was ready.” Søren scowled at Kingsley.

“She’ll be ready one way or another. I have faith in her even if you don’t. Shall I show you out?” Kingsley asked, stepping into the room to leave the doorway empty and open. The air crackled between Kingsley and Søren, not with their old playful sexual tension but with true animosity. She’d wondered if they’d made peace with each other but clearly today was nothing but a temporary détente.

“I know my way out.” Søren released her hand and walked toward the door. “Eleanor. I hope to see you soon. You should come back to church.”

“I’m excommunicated.”

“I spoke to the bishop. You’re welcome to return anytime. Always.”

Eleanor had no words for that. She had no idea how to feel. She’d gotten used to being an outcast and sleeping in on Sundays.

“How magnanimous,” Kingsley said, almost sneering. “A priest and a bishop got together, had tea and decided you were worthy enough to attend their worthless relic of a church on Sundays. You must be so honored they’re going to let you back into the Dirty Old Men Who Like to Fuck Little Boys and Tell Grown Women What to Do with Their Bodies Club.”

Søren turned his attention from her to Kingsley.

“Might I have a word with you?” Søren asked.

“Bien sûr.”

It happened so fast Nora could do nothing but gasp as Søren grabbed Kingsley by the neck and slammed him into the wall. With his body, Søren had Kingsley pinioned like an insect on display in a glass case. His mouth was at Kingsley’s ear, close enough to kiss him.

“You go too far,” Søren said, biting off each word. “You make choices you later regret and then blame anyone but yourself for what you suffer at your own hand. You don’t need me to hurt you. You do that to yourself. You can blame me and you can punish me for all my crimes, real and imagined. But you leave Eleanor out of this petty plan of yours to get your revenge on me. She is my heart. If anything happens to her because of you, I will castrate you. I know how much you want children. I will take that dream from you with my bare hands and a rusty knife. You know what I’m capable of. And you know I know how, because I have done it before. My father survived the procedure. You’ll be lucky if you do.”

“Søren, let him go,” Nora said. “He can’t breathe.”

“He’s probably enjoying it.”

“I’m not. Goddammit, Søren, let him go,” Nora ordered.

Kingsley was struggling, pushing back against Søren, his feet fighting for purchase, his lungs for air.

This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t kink. Søren could kill him any second.

Søren held on and held on. Kingsley struggled and struggled.

Finally, Søren let him go.

Kingsley inhaled hugely, his hand on his neck. Nora started over to him but he raised his hand to stop her.

“It’s fine. I deserved that.” Kingsley expelled the words between breaths.

“No one deserves that,” Nora said, furious.

Søren looked back at her over his shoulder.

“No?” Søren asked, and punched Kingsley in the center of the stomach so hard Kingsley slid down the wall and to the floor.

Søren walked out without another word.

“King?” Nora ran to him and knelt at his side.

“Fine,” he said, his head back, his eyes streaming with tears. “I’m fine.”

“Are you going to tell me you deserved that, too?”

“I did, oui. I absolutely had that coming to me.”

“Don’t take this personally, but I believe that,” she said. If Kingsley said he had it coming to him, then he had it coming to him. Kingsley half laughed, half grunted.

“Did that hurt as much as it looked like it did?” she asked.

“More. Le prêtre is in a bad mood. We’ll have to get used to it.”

“He usually doesn’t go around choking people who piss him off.” Nora shook her head. “Or punching them. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

Kingsley sighed.

“I have.” He grunted again as he moved. “God, it’s like being back in high school again. If he was going to put me in the hospital, he could at least get me off first.”

“You don’t have an erection right now, do you?”

“Not a full one.”

Nora groaned and leaned her forehead against Kingsley’s.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“We’ll figure something out. I know you…you’re ten times the domme Milady is.”

“I can’t whip like she does, though.”

“There are other ways to hurt people. As you see.” He laughed a little and tried to stand, then thought better of it and slid back to the floor.

“Yes, there are, aren’t there?” Nora grinned.

“That’s not a good smile.”

“It’s the best smile, King.”

“Why are you smiling when I’m down here dying?”

“Because I can’t learn how to whip like she does by Midsummer. But you can teach me how to throw a punch like that, can’t you?”

Kingsley smiled the same scary smile she wore.

“Milady will never know what hit her.”

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