KITTEN’S REWARD
An erotic interlude with the characters of
THE CLAIMING OF KITTEN
Isabella Snow
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Kitten’s Reward
Isabella Snow
This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Copyright © March 2007 by Isabella Snow
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Chapter One
“Gemma Sinclair, you get down from there this instant!”
Bright blue eyes peered down from the boughs of the Svestka tree. Dark, oval-shaped plums hung from every branch, making it an ideal place to hide. Alexandra Sinclair stepped closer to the trunk and tried to get a better view of her daughter. Her efforts were met by a very loud giggle, followed by a rustling of leaves.
“When your father gets home --”
A nervous gasp rang out and a tiny body scurried down the tree before Alexandra could finish her sentence. Long, jet black hair tumbled into a heart shaped face as the little girl hit the ground with a thud. Alexandra stepped forward and swept a lock of curls behind her daughter’s ear.
“How did you get so dirty?” She eyed the smudges on the child’s face.
“Tiger wanted to play in the mud.” Gemma pointed a tiny finger at the family dog.
“It hasn’t rained for weeks.” She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side. “There isn’t any mud.”
The four-year-old shrugged dramatically, her face the epitome of innocence.
Alexandra was too tired to argue about it. “Go on inside and wash up,” she said with a sigh. “Elsa’s just put dinner on the table.”
Gemma skipped past her mother, calling out to the slumbering Chodsky Pes as she approached him. “Dinner time, Tiger!”
Black ears pricked up as the shepherd rolled to his feet, tail wagging in obvious anticipation. Bounding happily toward the house, he raced alongside the little girl until they reached the patio doors. Alexandra couldn’t help but smile as the pair burst into the manor. Following the sound of their footsteps into the house, she glanced at the setting sun and wondered where her husband was. It wasn’t like him to be this late.
Sliding the glass door closed behind her, Alexandra padded through the sunroom and headed for the kitchen. Off in the distance, the sound of clinking silverware filled the halls as a tiny voice squawked above the din. As she turned the corner, she paused at the sight before her. Gemma and Elsa were in the midst of their weekly vegetable stand-off.
“Just try it.” The elderly woman placed a hand on her hip.
“It’s green, it’ll taste yucky!” Gemma huffed.
“Green is not a flavor!” Elsa threw her hands up in exasperation.
The four-year-old snorted, sticking her tongue out in response.
“Try that again and it’ll be tongue soup tomorrow!”
Eyes wide with horror, the child threw her head back and wailed loudly. “Mommy!”
“Eat your lima beans, Gemma.” Alexandra chuckled as she entered the kitchen.
“No!” came the stubborn reply.
“Just like her father, this one!” The older woman shook her head.
“Where is her father?” Alexandra sat down beside her daughter.
“Oh, you know Lucius.” Elsa tilted the salt-shaker over her potatoes. “Probably double checking something at the office.”
“This late in the evening?” Alexandra furrowed her brow.
The phone rang suddenly, interrupting their conversation. Sliding her chair back, the younger woman crossed the room and plucked the cordless phone from its cradle. “Hello?”
“What are you wearing?”
Alexandra burst into a fit of giggles. “Where are you?”
“Old Town,” came the reply. “Not far from where we met.”
A tingle ran down her spine, followed by a slight hardening of her nipples. They used to stroll through the area on a semi-regular basis, just to reminisce about their first steamy encounter. But that had been ages ago, before Gemma was born. Nowadays, she counted herself lucky to get a full eight hours’ sleep, let alone spare time for a romantic walk with her husband.
“When will you be home?” She wandered out of the kitchen and into the formal dining room. “I was hoping we might get a head-start on our anniversary.” She could hardly believe it would be five years tomorrow.
“As a matter of fact, I’ve just paid for your gift.” He sounded mysterious.
Alexandra bit her lip in anticipation. “Go on ...”
“Come see for yourself.”
“Now?” She eyed the clock on the wall. “It’s almost Gemma’s bedtime.”
“Elsa is more than capable of handling a sleeping four-year-old.” Lucius chuckled. “Meet me under Charles Bridge in an hour.”
“How shall I dress?” She was bursting with excitement.
“Sparingly.”
Her breath caught at in the back of her throat. She loved it when he talked that way. Returning to the kitchen, she held the phone out to the little girl. “Say goodnight to your father, Gemma.”
The child’s face lit up immediately, her veggie woes quickly forgotten. Taking the phone from her mother, she smushed her mouth into the receiver. “Daddy!”
“Would you mind putting her to bed while I step out for a bit?” Alexandra asked Elsa.
“Of course not, dear.” The old woman waved a hand dismissively. “Y’all go on ahead.”
The redhead smiled her thanks and left the kitchen, Gemma’s squeals of delight following her all the way upstairs. She knew Lucius was telling their daughter one of his famous bedtime stories; something about pirates and treasure, no doubt. As she reached the master bedroom, she walked straight to the armoire, a grin on her face. If he wanted “sparingly,” that’s precisely what he’d get.
Chapter Two
Alexandra pulled the aging Land Rover over to the side of the road and parked as well as the narrow street would allow. She hated driving this monster around Prague, particularly having to do so from the right hand side of the car! Lucius had purchased the 1950’s model on a trip to London, bringing it back for treks into the Alps and High Tatras. Which was fine with her, provided she didn’t have to wrestle with the impossibly stubborn steering wheel. But he’d taken the Mercedes to work this morning, leavi
ng her no alternative.
The night air was thick, blustery, and downright chilly. Amber-colored eyes scanned the area beneath the bridge in search of her husband. For a moment, she thought she’d caught peripheral movement, but a quick turn of the head revealed only darkness. The soft yellow lighting simply wasn’t conducive to seeing.
Maybe I’m at the wrong end of the bridge ...
Only one way to find out.
Alexandra pulled the leather jacket down over her knees and bit her lip. Where Lucius had once insisted she dress similarly, she now did so of her own volition. Unfortunately, fishnets and strappy Jimmy Choos were not going to provide much warmth once she left the cocoon of the SUV.
Bracing herself for the chill, she flung the door open and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He was nowhere to be seen. Unusual, considering it was exactly an hour after they’d spoken, and he was religiously prompt. Closing the car door, she headed for the opposite end of the bridge. Almost immediately, the sound of heavy footsteps fell in behind her. Spinning around, she felt her stomach drop as a large, cloaked figure materialized and then ducked into the shadows.
Crap!
Beautiful as the Golden City could be in the daylight, some quarters were equally spooky after nightfall. Old Town could be especially frightening when wandering through it alone. One often felt as though Jack the Ripper might jump out at any moment.
Not a helpful thought! She scolded herself.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down. That could’ve been a nun, for all she knew. Right? It wasn’t uncommon to see them walk this path to the St. Vitus Cathedral.
How many nuns are 6’3” and built like Hercules?
It was a good point. Rational thought no longer an option, she stepped aside and let adrenaline take over. Black heels clicked wildly as she raced back to the Land Rover. Dark red hair flew into her face as her body propelled itself forward. As the SUV came back into view, she felt a flood of relief crash over her. She was almost safe.
Alexandra reached the car door and yanked it open, preparing to climb into the driver’s seat. Clutching it with one hand, she turned to latch onto the steering wheel -- and promptly froze. A choked whimper escaped her lips as her gaze fell upon the glove box. She was on the wrong side of the car!
Her stomach lurched madly as she backed up and slammed the door shut. Turning around to head for the other side, time came to a standstill as she crashed into a muscular chest. The wind left her lungs in one giant whoosh. It was him, the man who’d been following her. She tried to get a look at his face, but his cloak prevented it, his face covered in shadow. An icy river carved a path through her veins as she resisted the urge to scream aloud.
Swallowing nervously, she took a step backward.
“I-I’m expecting my husband any minute.” She hoped her panic was inaudible.
A dazzling smile cut through the darkness surrounding his face. “Then we’d better hurry.”
Lucius! The rush of relief at hearing his voice made her legs tremble. A trembling which quickly turned to mix of injured pride and sheepish embarrassment.
“Is this your idea of a joke?!” She pounded her fists against his chest. “You scared the hell out of me!”
He threw the hood back and chuckled at her assault, making no attempt to protect himself from her thrashing. Instead, he pulled her closer, letting his hand slide into her hair as his gaze roamed down the front of her body. Lust flashed in his eyes as he admired her cleavage.
Alexandra stomped a foot in hopes of drawing his attention away from her breasts. “Are you listening to me?”
“Not really, no.” He grinned, twining his fingers through long locks and yanking her forward.
There wasn’t time to gasp before their lips met. He went straight for that famous, knee-knocking kiss she’d come to know so well these last six years. She knew he reserved it for times such as these, where sheer domination was needed to overcome her ire.
Despite the shattered nerves and shallow breathing, arousal began creeping its way through her body. His tongue slipped into her mouth, teasing her gently with its warmth. She responded instantly. Eagerly, to be more exact. She couldn’t help herself -- she was, after all, married to the sexiest man on the planet.
“And what’s under here?” he whispered, grabbing the sash of her overcoat.
One quick tug and the jacket fell open to expose taut, pink nipples. Alexandra sucked in her breath and glanced around, blushing furiously.
“Not here!”
Lucius chuckled. He was up to something. She could see it in his eyes. Something sexy. Something she would probably refuse to participate in, were he to actually ask her!
“Somewhere else, then.” He took a step forward.
Without warning, he grabbed her hips and spun her around. Five inch heels lent no assistance in keeping her balance. Desperate to remain upright, she reached for the Land Rover and braced herself against the hood, grateful for its presence.
The reprieve, however, was short-lived.
Stepping closer, he molded his body to the curve of her waist. Large hands covered hers quickly, pulling her arms behind her back. In a matter of seconds, her wrists were tied, resting against the curve of her bottom. Her eyes widened at his audacity. This was something he did at home, but never in public.
Not since the first time they’d met.
Still, her knickers were quite wet. It was the way he did it. Taking what he wanted, all the while knowing it would, in turn, please her as well. There was much to be said about a man who simply never got it wrong. The mere act of spinning her around could dampen her thighs in less than a heartbeat. It was all about control. Simply put, he had it. He’d always had it.
And she hoped he always would.
But that didn’t mean she wanted the world to witness it!
“Damn it, Lucius!” Alexandra shifted her weight back and forth, trying to get a look at him over her shoulder.
“Yes, Kitten?” His voice was husky.
“Do you ever ask?” she cried in exasperation.
“Not tonight, I don’t.”
No sooner had the words been uttered than something soft slipped between her lips, preventing her from asking further questions. Snorting in outrage, she squealed through the gag as he secured it tightly. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he turned her round once more.
“No blindfold this time -- unless you want one?” He cocked his head to the side.
Eyes narrowing, Alexandra shook her head.
“I thought not.” He grinned.
Taking a step back, the handsome rogue gave his wife a slow once-over. Dark blue eyes traced her figure with great deliberation, almost daring her to protest. Which she would have done, were his scrutinizing not such a damned turn-on. Her stomach quivered when he looked at her like this. Like she was the only woman on Earth and he just had to have her.
A fluttering rippled through her belly as her thoughts turned to what lie in store. She’d been so distracted she’d completely forgotten what mattered: this gorgeous hunk of man led her here for a reason. A libidinous reason, if she knew him at all.
“Can you manage cobblestones, or are those just for show?” He eyed her shoes warily.
Cobblestones? She’d barely managed running across ordinary concrete just now. Her mind flashed back to the night they’d met, and that life-changing stumble. Those heels had been far more practical and look what happened when they came in contact with cobblestones . No, it was unlikely she could manage them in her Jimmy Choos.
“My wife, the fashionista.” He sighed, his tone playful. “Good thing I enjoy manhandling you.”
He swooped down and snaked an arm around her waist, hoisting her up and over his shoulder. A rush of excitement surged through her body as he carried her off through the streets. She couldn’t begin to imagine where he was taking her.
“It’s not far,” he called over his shoulder, as though reading her mind.
> Whistling softly to himself, he turned down an alley which led to a set of stone steps. The very steps she’d tumbled down six years ago. Her breathing quickened as steamy memories came flooding back. Good lord, what a weekend that had turned out to be!
“I met a girl here, once.” He paused as they reached the last step. “Fantastic lay, she was.”
Alexandra shrieked through the gag, aiming a tiny foot at his thigh. As if it might have done her any good. The man was impervious to any and every form of protest. Case in point, he merely laughed aloud and continued on his way. Crossing the street, he carried her toward a second set of steps. Gas powered street lamps cast eerie shadows on everything, forcing her to squint in the darkness. It was a struggle just to make out the surrounding brick and mortar. Not to mention, she was facing the opposite direction and could only see what was behind them.
A few moments later, a faint jingling filled the stairwell, followed by a loud click. Alexandra’s eyes widened as her husband carried her through a large iron door. She watched in silence as he locked it shut behind them. Untying her gag, he lowered her to the ground and tilted her chin upward.
“Ready?”
She nodded her reply, eager to see where they were. Lucius smiled, a devilish glint in his eye. Reaching behind her back, he untied her wrists and turned her around.
The gasp escaped so quickly she couldn’t believe it came from her own lips.
The glow of what had to be several hundred tea lights illuminated the private terrace. Marking the edge of the centuries-old balcony, a cast iron fence surrounded the property. Just below it, the Vltava River reflected a gorgeous myriad of city street lights. And, perhaps most breathtaking of all, the glorious Prague Castle looming in the backdrop.
“Ours through tomorrow evening.” He stepped closer to her. “Stunning, isn’t it?”
Her nod was almost imperceptible as he wrapped his arms around her waist, guiding her toward the balustrade. It was absolutely incredible. She’d never been so close to the river, apart from the grimy loading docks, and those didn’t count. Those were filthy and overflowing with tourists. This was straight from a fairytale. She half expected her fairy-godmother to pop in any moment.
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