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  Forbidden Love

  Rosie Zweet

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copyright © 2017 by Rosie Zweet

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  First Edition: July, 2017

  Author’s note: This work is intended for ADULT audiences only.

  All characters are 18+

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  Lady Arabella Shaw

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  Author’s note: This work is more romance than erotica unlike my other works.

  **This event is three years after “Charity, the Generous Miss”.

  Lady Arabella Shaw

  1805 England.

  Tomorrow is my wedding day but here I am now, playing sad song under the moonlight. As my fingers stroke the keys my mind wanders at my current predicament.

  These last three years have been hard for me. Sometimes it is tiresome to keep smiling and polite when ones know what people whisper behind their back. My marriage won’t be a love match. My fiancé, Richard, needs noble bloodline to elevate his while I…

  But still, I feel guilty that I can’t love Richard like I am supposed to. I know Richard is nice gentleman, one of the few person who doesn’t judge me badly when Miles, my former fiancé, left me for another. And what scandal it was. I still remember the pitying look people gave me.

  With my blonde hair, blue eyes and generally pretty form people can’t find a fault so it must be my manner that bad.

  But it is all in the past. And now, I should be happy that I am going to marry a handsome, wealthy man, albeit untitled unlike my departed father.

  I exhale softly. I still can’t believe my father is gone. He was hale and healthy when went out at that fateful day. I can’t believe he fell from his stallion for he was good at horsemanship.

  If I don’t know that Miles—my distant cousin, my father’s heir and now my guardian—is good and honorable gentleman, maybe I would think that he murdered my father to get the title and land, faster. Despite his callous treatment at our betrothal, I know Miles is not that kind of man.

  And that is the problem. I know the man, I esteem him. And living in this house—his house now—is a torture. I know it is not a fine reason to hastily marry another, though.

  I sigh again. Miles doesn’t make this easier either. He is still kind and gentle as always, like the first time I saw him at my mother funeral, five years ago. Always cater to my need, and I know he secretly helps me to restore my reputation back.

  Maybe I am thinking too much of his gesture. But few times, I catch him looking at me with longing.

  I laugh a bitter laugh. No, I am sure that one is my own imagination that conjures the image but still…

  I shake my head. It is too late anyway. He already jilted me three years and married to my orphaned cousin, Charity who is loved by all. Of course, Miles fell for her too, for she is a bright happy girl with easy and charming smile.

  “You should sleep now.” I jump and stop my fingers in mid-stroke, leaving the melody hanging, as I hear Miles’ deep voice.

  “It seems I startled you. Please forgive—”

  “No, no… it’s fine. It’s just my mind wanders,” I cut him fast. Suddenly, I feel nervous seeing my guardian here.

  He smiles softly. “Are you having cold feet now?”

  I know he is joking so I just smile in answer.

  “You don’t have to, you know… you can stay in this house as long as you wish. This is your house to begin with anyway,” he says somberly.

  “My father is dead, and it’s yours now,” I say. “And I’m nineteen, terrible old, don’t you think?” I add with smile.

  He smiles wider, and I can see a flash of dimple in his left cheek. He looks so handsome with his brown hair and green eyes.

  “If you are… so what am I?”

  “Ancient maybe…” I tease him.

  He walks closer and sits on the bench beside me, hitting few keys, making some random melody.

  “Did I play to loud? I’m—”

  “No. It’s I who can’t sleep. I love your play,” he pauses, turns his head and locking my gaze. “It’s a shame I won’t hear it again,” he adds with odd glint in his green eyes.

  As if fall under a spell I can’t tear my gaze from his stormy eyes.

  “You’ll make a beautiful bride…” he pauses and leans closer. “Your eyes… I never saw another as blue as yours… I must be mad for leaving you three years ago,” he whispers, then he puts his hand on my full lips, and then to my chin, stroking gently as he moves slowly.

  “You love my cousin, not mad,” I whisper low. I don’t want to break the spell, my heart is hammering fast.

  He smiles a bitter smile. “Do you think so?” He removes his hand, and sobered instantly, as if just remembering who I am and who he is.

  “I was young, full of youthful pride and ideal. Maybe if I’m jaded like…” he stops as if remembering a thing he shouldn’t say.

  I look at his somber face, wondering what he is trying to say and why he stops.

  He schools his face, masking a glimpse of paint I have noticed before and chuckles mirthlessly. “Maybe, it’s my penance for hurting you. And don’t bother to lie, saying that you’re fine. I see, Bella. I see the pain I give you throughout these years.”

  What can I say? Yes, I resented you Miles but it didn’t last long and like a fool I can’t stop loving you.

  “I know it’s too late, and I don’t have right to, but I never beg your forgiveness properly. Can you please forgive me, Bella?” he adds with soft voice almost like a whisper.

  “What for?” I ask, trying to break the gloomy mood.

  He smiles again. “You know what for—”

  “You can pay me with a kiss,” I say in fast rush. I see his eyes widened slightly.

  Whatever I’m thinking.

  “Um… Miles… I—”

  I don’t get a chance to finish my word as his mouth descent fast, slanting, brushing my lips gently at first and then faster and ravenous.

  Now, his arms are enveloping my slender body in tight embrace. Then, he lifts, putting me on his lap.

  His hand is wandering on my bottom, shaping it as he kisses me harder, wilder. I feel his tongue boldly invades my mouth. I startled at first, but I learn fast, and now our tongues dance together.

  Suddenly, he wrenches his mouth. “Oh, god,” he says in ragged breath which matching mine. “We shouldn’t—”

  I stop his protest with another kiss. He seems to resist me but not for long. He begins to answer my kiss with his. We are going wild.

  He scoots my bottom closer to his body, and I feel his hardness down there.

  Oh my! I grind my throbbing core to his.

  “Oh… god,” he moans, he stops kissing my lips. His mouth goes down, kissing my jaw.

  I arch my back as he goes down further, kissing, biting my neck.

  He lifts my body as if I am weighting nothing and puts my back on cold floor below.

  He continues his journey down, kissing,
licking my clothed breast.

  “Oh Miles,” I moan louder, arching my back for his hot mouth.

  He comes back up, kissing my lips now while he grinds his hardness to my core down below.

  “Tell me to stop,” he says with ragged breath.

  But instead of following his commands, I clasp my legs to his hip for better angle, making him press my needy core even harder.

  “Arggh,” he groans.

  “Oh Miles… please…” I plead.

  He puts his forehead on mine, his breath short, harsh and loud. “I can’t take your maidenhead. It wouldn’t be fair—ahhh…”

  He moans again as I grind my core to his manhood.

  Then, he fumbles down there, freeing us from our confines.

  I feel his pulsing, hot thing on my mound, and then he starts to move, to and fro, without going inside while his fingers rubbing flower’s lips.

  “Oh… oh…” I moan as I feel he pinches my pearl.

  He grabs my bottom, angling my flower so his manhood can slither between its lips harder and faster.

  “Oh, god,” he groans louder.

  Hearing his huffing and puffing makes me grow wetter and hotter until finally it gets unbearable.

  “Miles… oh… ahh…” I feel my belly clenches and my inside flutter as I creaming.

  Above me, I hear Mileas grunts louder still and his hip jerks, once, twice…

  “Arrrghh,” he yells. And I feel hot liquid landed on my thigh and belly.

  “Arrgh.” He jerks once more, and then he collapses above me.

  I can feel his heartbeat still beating fast like mine.

  We stay like this for a while until we comes down from our height.

  “I’m sorry,” I hear his horse voice.

  “No—”

  “You don’t understand… I’m taking advantage of you,” he says angrily. Then, he leans up, staying on his elbows, looking down at my face. “It’s vile thing to take advantage of young girl like you… I don’t want to be like him,” he adds vehemently, and then he smiles bitterly.

  Him?

  “What I’m kidding. I’m just like him now,” he says softly.

  “Him? Who?” I ask in confusion.

  “Forget it,” he says, closing his dark eyes.

  I pick a lose strand from his forehead. “No harm done. I am still virgin, aren’t I?”

  He opens his eyes. His guilt is clear there.

  I smile sadly. “I know you’re a good man, Miles. That’s way I can’t hate you. What happens tonight is my fault, not yours. Let’s forget it,” I say as I lean up, giving soft peck to his lips.

  But I know I will never forget this night…

  ***

  What one should feel when the man, who she loves, walks her to the altar, giving her to another man?

  I feel numb. That’s it. I wish it is just a dream, no, a nightmare is more apt.

  The minutes pass in blur after Miles give my hand to Richard. I say my vow. The vow that I break as soon as it is being said for I love another.

  But this is our fate…

  It takes all my strength to stay calm and not crying my heart out.

  I glance up to my husband as he lips descent to give me a chaste peck. Suddenly, I feel a pang of guilt to my new husband.

  I must survive this life. If not for my own, it is for Richard. He deserves better than unfaithful and morose wife.

  I just wish, my heart doesn’t hurt this much…

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  Charity and the Villagers

  1805 England.

  I walk with basket full of bread to Peter the Carpenter’s house. He is father of my former maid, Molly. She made me promise to take care his aging father before she went to London to seek a better life.

  I am singing softly as I walk through the village’s dusty road. Occasionally, I nod my head or have a small talk when I see someone I know.

  Unlike my lofty Cousin Arabella, I know all these villagers by name. They are my friend, my real friend. I like them and they me.

  As an orphan and poor relation, I know that I am just a little more than servant myself. My uncle, Lord Shaw, and my departed Aunt never cruel, or treat me less than what I deserve, of course, but I am not their daughter. They are not pampered me like Cousin Arabella.

  I admit that I am little jealous of my beautiful cousin. At sixteen, she is only two year younger than me, but she has it all. She has light blonde hair, slender, graceful body and angelic face, and foremost handsome fiancé who will marry her when she turns eighteen.

  I am not saying that I am hideous. It is just I have wicked face and body, Molly often told me. Face and body of courtesan. I am not sure what she meant by that, for I always live in the country side and never saw the lady of the night.

  I think it is related to my cherry full lips, cat eyes, big tits and rounded bottom.

  Without I realize, sun is already high in the sky and Molly’s small cottage comes to view. I walk faster to its door, and swiftly knock the wooden door.

  Shortly, the door opens. And Peter wrinkled face greets me with smile.

  “Come in, Miss,” he says enthusiastically before he closes the door with soft click.

  “This is bread from the cook,” I say, putting the basket on the table. “How’s your health?”

  “I’m good, Miss. But you know…”

  I look at his poor face. I know his ailment. And after all this time, I wonder why he still so shy.

  “Oh Peter… of course, I’ll help you. Just sit there and open your breeches,” I say with kind smile.

  He smiles in return, and swiftly sit down and pull out his troublesome cock. I glance down at his long and thick rod. It never ceases to amaze me that someone so old and frail like Peter has cock that big. Its veined shaft and mushroom tip looks scary. I don’t tell him how it scares me, though. I know it is hard for him to open up to me like this.

  I still remember how he tried to hide his ailment at first. Until at my third visit he finally confessed about his trouble and told me that Molly always takes care of his stiff, throbbing manhood.

  I look at his bony face and hastily kneel in front of him, taking his erect manhood in my small hand. My hand is barely big enough to circle his thick girth.

  But I try my best to milk him. I move my hand up and down his long, hot cock.

  “Ah…” Peter start to moan and breathing harsher.

  At first, his cock spurting easily but lately it takes almost half an hour to make him finish and soft again. Sometimes, I have to resort to take his rod in my mouth to make it faster.

  Today, I don’t have much time. Arabella’s fiancé will come for dinner. And my uncle commands me to join them.

  So, I lean closer, putting the tip of Peter’s big
manhood in my mouth. And I swirl my tongue on it.

  “Sweet Jesu,” I hear Peter mutters above me.

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  What Pa Did While I Sleep

  1819 Dorset, England.

  I don’t want Pa to catch me crying. I know he will mad if he knows what Peter tried to do.

  Just because my mother is a wanton, they think I am too.

  “Why are you crying, Girl?” my pa’s deep voice startled me as he enter the kitchen.

  I duck my head, hiding my red and swollen eyes. Pa is supposed to be in field this afternoon.

  Why is he here?

  “Answer me, Girl?” he says in deep, angry voice. My pa is not easy to angry; he is a sweet father most of the time except when people bother his little girl.

  “Peter—”

  “Peter? What that boy did to you, Girl?”

  I shake my head.

  I hate that Peter tried to kiss me but I don’t wish Pa wrath on him.

  My pa takes my small chin with his large hand, tilting my head and locking my gaze. “He tried to kiss you, didn’t he?” my pa accuses. And there is hard glint in his eyes, making me shiver.

  I nod slightly.

  This is not a new thing. My full lips seem attract many boys or men. And Pa often has to deal with them.

  Without another word, Pa marches out. He will trash Peter for sure and I pity Peter despite all. Although, my pa is in his early forty and much older than Peter but he is much bigger and stronger than the gangly boy who not much older than I, eighteen years old.

  ***

  I sleep on my side but I am not truly sleep, just closing my eyes pretending to.

  I am waiting Pa to come. And he always comes ever since Ma became the lord of the manor’s mistress, leaving Pa and I alone in our small cottage. That was two months ago, a week after my eighteen birthday.