Page 35 of New Storm Rising
And he kissed me. Kissed me not like some fellow would kiss a wench, not like a boy would kiss his girl, but like a man kissed his wife. Deep. Deadly. And determined never to let go. His arms slammed into the brick wall on either side of me, his rock-hard chest pressing into me, making the wall at my back feel like a fluffy cloud in comparison. Heck,everythingsuddenly felt like a fluffy cloud. Cloud nine, to be exact.
“You know,” Mr Rikkard Ambrose growled into my ear, his hands sliding underneath my tailcoat, leaving burning hot trails on my skin. “You make an adorable desperado, my littleifrit.”
“Y-you…”
“But,” he cut me off, “today,Ishall be doing the plundering!”
And promptly, he proceeded to do so, claiming my mouth for his own. His hands followed suit, exploring my body like some forbidden, undiscovered country. And he was the conqueror, claiming it for his own. No…claiming what already belonged to him! His hands moved farther upwards, finding sensitive spots, making me moan and writhe, unable to escape the pleasure. Unwilling to escapehim! If this was my ball and chain, tying me down, then I wanted to be chained for the rest of my life.
“M-Mr Ambrose…”
“Not now,” he commanded, his sea-coloured eyes boring into mine. “Not while we are like this. Man and wife.”
“R-Rikkard.”
“Lillian.” Tightening his grip, he drew me closer. Nearly close enough. “My Lillian.”
A long, long time later, during which the wanted poster on the wall probably saw more illicit and borderline illegal acts than were listed underneath the picture, we leaned against the brick wall of the building, trying to catch our breath, our eyes still connected by bonds that couldn’t be broken.
A moment of silence passed.
Then…
“So, tell me, Mr Ambrose Sir…you have this brilliant plan, don’t you?” Reaching out, I tapped the poster. “Don’t think that your shenanigans have distracted me. Pray tell, how does this fit into your plan? What are we going to do now?”
Mr Rikkard Ambrose stroked his chin, gazing into the distance. “Hm…as a matter of fact, I do have a brilliant plan. But before I know whether or not it is worth proceeding, I must ask you a question.”
“Shoot.”
Cocking his head, he pointed at the poster behind him, and gazed deep into my eyes. “How big is the bounty on your head again?”
It took a moment for the penny to drop. Most likely because Mr Ambrose was unwilling to let go of it.
“No! You can’t possibly mean to…you…!”
The Arrest of the Notorious Mr Boom Boom Thriller Killer
It was early the very next morning. The town was still in a hubbub from yesterday, people whispering about what had happened, rumours spreading like wildfire. Still…nobody dared to go out on the street. For one, the sheriff’s people were patrolling everywhere. For another, people were slightly hesitant about meeting the mad dynamite thrower. So, except for the sheriff’s guards, nearly no one was out and about.
Which made it all the more surprising when two people were suddenly there, out in the open. The taller one tugging the smaller one behind him.
“You,” I announced in a low voice, that still managed to clearly convey my death threat, “are going to pay for this.”
“Au contraire, Mr Linton,” Mr Ambrose told me without turning around. “I won’t pay. I willbe paid.”
“You…you…”
…are probably right, but I’m sure as hell not going to tell you that!
So, instead, I pointed out another rather pertinent fact.
“You’ll get paid. AndI’ll end up in bloody prison!”
“Indeed. Don’t worry. It’s all part of my brilliant plan.”
I felt the sudden urge to give him a brilliant kick in the butt.
“Come along, will you? And remember to stay in character now that we’re in the open,” he told me, and tugged at the rope which just so happened to be wound around my wrists and waist. “Be obedient and don’t resist, heinous criminal scum, or I shall be compelled to use force.”
