“The man who attacked Natasha?”

“What about him?”

“Elle...he broke into your dungeon.”

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THE LAST GOOD KNIGHT PART IV: FIT TO BE TIED

Tiffany Reisz

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

Part IV: Fit to Be Tied

With her feelings for Lance warring with her recent encounter with Søren, Nora returns to Lance’s bed and finds herself toying with the idea of...toying with him on a permanent basis. But, after she gets a glimpse into his personal angst, Nora realizes she has the power to rescue this white knight...

Dedication

Dedicated to the brave men and women who serve in the U.S. Navy.
You all are my knights in occasionally wet armor.

And to Tommy and Elizabeth.

About the Author

Tiffany Reisz’s books inhabit a sexy, shadowy world where erotica, romance and gothic literature meet and do immoral and possibly illegal things to each other. The first book in her international bestselling series The Original Sinners was named the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Erotic Romance. She is a very bad Catholic. Visit her website, www.tiffanyreisz.com, for news, gossip and wholly inappropriate bedtime stories.

“What? He was in my dungeon?” Nora demanded.

“That’s also the good news.”

“Please tell me someone caught him in the act.”

“Let’s just say you owe our friend Griffin Fiske a debt of gratitude. I can guess in what form he’ll take repayment.”

“Griffin?”

“I underestimated Griffin. He’d make an excellent bodyguard. I should apologize to the man.”

“How bad is it?”

“Let’s just say you’re going to need to a new rug, Maîtresse. Yours is...bloody. And the culprit is in the hospital.”

Nora listened for a few minutes as Kingsley told her the story. They hung up and Nora returned to the living room and found Lance picking his shirt up off the floor.

“You’re not going to need that,” she said, nodding at the shirt in his hands.

“Why not?”

“They caught him. And by ‘they’ I mean my friend Griffin caught him breaking into my dungeon. Griffin beat the shit out of the guy.”

“Thank God you weren’t there,” Lance said sounding genuinely relieved.

“I know. I wouldn’t have been nearly as merciful as Griffin. I would have killed him and then gotten arrested. Again. If he laid a finger on my red-and-black riding crop, I swear to God I’ll rip his heart out.”

“Special crop?”

“Christmas present,” she said. “From my priest.”

“You are a weird Catholic.”

“There is no other kind,” she said.

“This is the guy who beat up Mistress Natasha? They’re sure?”

“Natasha came to a couple hours ago. She knew the guy—client of hers with money trouble. King was right. Just a robbery. He got five thousand dollars off Natasha. Decided to see if the other dominatrixes in the city also kept cash on them. Has a nasty drug problem apparently. Owed a lot of money to dealers.”

“I want to beat the shit out of him, too. Why does this Griffin guy get to have all the fun?”