Man of War – Excerpt No. 273

Marc looked down over his lightly haired chest and saw Susanna’s lips pressed firmly against his thigh. It appeared to be little more than a kiss, although with more suction.

The effect of this kiss was starling, the colouring of her lips grew deeper, an effect that propagated all the way to her toes. If not for a thin rivulet of blood, originating from out of the corner of her lips, there was nothing to arouse suspicion… Is that my blood?

Without thought of consequence, Marc bent back his free leg and kicked her forehead. That wave of ecstasy ceased entirely. It was replaced by overwhelming pain that caused him to fall off the settee while holding onto his thigh. Before his body settled, her foot pushed his chest flat against the floor.

Brunette courtesan in a corset, with a rivulet of blood running from her lips. Setting and clothing appropriate for the 16th century Venice parlour at night.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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