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Heartless
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By Nathalie Gray
TO MY READER:
Iòve always been interested by curses. Not the words (well...), but
the power of a personòs hate. Iòve always wondered, what if a curse
took shape, followed its target everywhere it went. A tailor made
hell. This is such a story. Gaius did a bad thing two millennia ago
and is still living his punishment. When Anne-Marie stumbles into
him, she canòt resist trying to help this handsome stranger with the
wounded eyes. But the curse isnòt done with Gaius. Not by a long
shot.
Heartless: Chapter 1
Summer 117 A.D., Alexandria, Aegyptus (Roman Empire)
Gaius could not move. He could not talk. Whatever the priestess had
given him worked splendidly. He was lucid and awake, yet unable even
to blink. Fear closed a cold, clammy fist on his innards.
Armed but naked save for jewels that glistened like liquid fire, she sat
astride him as he lay supine on a stone surface. So cold. Through an
aperture near the stone roofòs apex, a blade of Egyptian sun stabbed at an
acute angle and lit the burial chamber in all its glory. Lapis lazuli
statuettes, obsidian scarabs, old-fashioned canopic jars of deep alabaster.
Those would soon contain his viscera. But he was not dead. Not yet.
The priestess Mehnitðhis wifeðparted his gown over his otherwise
naked body, traced down his chest and then lower, where she grabbed his
member in a bejeweled fist. Her other hand, clutched over a dagger, rose
high above her beautiful, proud head. On the weaponòs wide, leaf-shaped
blade, Roman symbols gleamed for a moment. How appropriate for him,
a Roman praetor. One about to die a most horrible death.
She moved her hand up and down and managed to rouse him. How he
could be hard at a time like this, Gaius could not understand.
An expression of bliss flashed on her chiseled face. Then she raised
herself and sank down over his cock, took him deep into her. Their
favorite position. Her kohl-lined gaze on his face, she worked her hips
slowly.
ôYou have betrayed my trust,õ she murmured, rolling her pelvis.
ôYou have lain with another woman.õ
He wished he could deny it and claim that he had never meant to hurt
her, but it would have been a lie. He had not cared about her or anyone
else but himself and his own pleasure. She had been a trophy on his dais.
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