“I’d like to go a round with her. I have a vicious right cross I’d like her to meet.”

“No violence against women,” he said, wagging his finger at her. “Not even ex-wives. But I would pay good money to see you walk up to her and tell her we had sex.”

“Oh, I’d tell her. I’d tell her how good in bed you are and how she doesn’t even know what she’s missing. And that she can have fun being frigid while I’m riding her ex-husband’s amazing cock every night of my life...”

“Got a tape recorder on you? I’d like you to say that again. Just for me, though. And maybe my voice mail message.”

Nora reached out and grabbed Lance by his jacket lapels.

“Please...” she said, pulling him a couple inches closer. “Stay with me tonight. King won’t know.”

“But I’ll know. I made him a promise I would protect you without letting anything get in the way of that. And anyway, once they catch that bastard, I won’t be on guard duty anymore. We can pick up where we left off.”

“Promise?” She raised her hand to his handsome face, stroked the stubble on his chin.

“On my honor as a seaman,” he said, kissing the back of her hand.

She tore herself away from him and went inside her house. She didn’t make it much farther than the front door, however. Once she’d closed it behind her, she waited. It took almost two whole minutes before she heard Lance’s boots heading down her front porch steps. Nice to know he was as reluctant to leave her as she was reluctant to let him go.

Finally she heard the engine starting and Lance driving away. With a heavy heart Nora looked around her house and found its emptiness almost unbearable. No, not almost. Entirely unbearable. She needed something, someone, safety and comfort, and distraction. She needed an amazing distraction. She ran up to her bedroom and changed from her fetish-wear into more normal clothes—a plain black skirt, black sweater, stockings and low-heeled black boots. She threw on her coat and headed out again, knowing her destination before even admitting it to herself.

Forty minutes later she arrived, parking her car where no one would see it and its telltale SAY OUCH vanity plate.

She prayed he would be home and her prayer was answered. She knocked and he opened the door, greeting her with only a raised eyebrow and not a word.

She didn’t bother with a greeting, either. She merely stepped past him and walked into his house like she owned the place.

If she couldn’t have Lance, she’d have the one and only man who she wanted more than him tonight.

Søren.

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THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART III: THE GAMES DESTINY PLAYS

Tiffany Reisz

The Last Good Knight: An Original Sinners novella told in five parts.

Part III: The Games Destiny Plays

Shocked to see Nora’s bruises, Lance is furious that she put herself in danger and demands to know where she got them. As Nora confesses her true nature, she’s equally shocked to learn that Lance has some secrets of his own, drawing them together despite Kingsley’s orders....