Glass Slippers & Jeweled Masques (an Erotic Cinderella Fairytale) (Twisted Fairy Tales) Read Online Free Page A

again.
    "Who are you?"
    "Cynthia Louisa Butler Lancourte," she answered. "I was born to a servant here. My father chose not to acknowledge me until his first wife died. A year after he gave me his name, he married again. To the present Mrs. Lancourte. You met her at your Ball, as well."
    He nodded. He didn't look as though the recollection was pleasant.
    "I want you to be my Queen one day, Cynthia Lancourte."
    "What?"
    He nodded. "For now, I would like to take you back to Coranthaos, so we can spend time together, know each other. But, yes, I want you, my princess. Only you."
    Before Cindi could reply, the sounds of angry voices reached them and the door to the sitting room flung open. Alana stood in the wide entrance in high dudgeon, her face lit with outrage, spots of color high on her cheeks.
    "What is going on?"
    Cindi winced at the fury in her tone, and a quick glance at Michel showed her that his anger was cooler, but would easily destroy Alana's superficial snobbery if pushed.
    "The Prince requested to speak with me," she offered.
    Alana strode into the room, followed by her daughters, who were intently watching both their mother and Michel.
    "Behind locked doors?" Alana's sharp voice cut the air like a knife.
    "I can see why your butler thought it a good idea," Michel interjected, tone cold and calm.
    Alana flinched as though he'd struck her.
    "I have asked Cynthia to become my bride, madam. She has agreed."
    The color drained from Alana's face and she swayed. Her daughters came forward and eased her down on the leather sofa. Lyndi glanced over at Cindi and then to the Prince, her smile was slow and wicked. She winked at Cindi, and mouthed the word, "congratulations!"
    "How...?" Alana's question dissolved into a sputter of disbelief when she saw the shoe and the masque sitting on the coffee-table. She reached out to touch the ornate emerald masque, then drew back and looked up at Cindi.
    "You? Where did you get this?"
    "It belonged to her father," Deschamps answered from his position at the door. "I was directed to keep it safe for her."
    Alana's face darkened.
    "Madam," Michel's steely voice spoke before an eruption could occur. "The question has been asked, and answered," he smiled briefly at Cindi before continuing, "if you wish to be part of our family, I suggest you think carefully about many things."
    Alana opened her mouth to reply, apparently thought better of it, and nodded.
    Lyndi rushed to Cindi's side and hugged her tight, whispering in her ear, "I'm so happy for you! You deserve this."
    After a few moments, Delia and Ruella joined them with their good wishes. Only Alana refused to speak. Michel watched it all as the girls began to make wedding plans.
    * * * * *
    A month later, Cindi and Michel married.
    "I find this impossible to believe."
    "Why?" Michel entered their suite, and smiled.
    "It's like a fairytale. Cinderella." She laughed.
    He smiled. "And tonight, Cinderella becomes my princess forever."
    She rose from her seat on the bed, and his passion woke. Michel watched in enraptured silence as she slowly removed every item of clothing she wore. When she stood before him, naked in the glow of the firelight, he thought he’d go quietly mad if he didn’t possess her.
    Weariness forgotten, Michel beckoned her forward and she moved into his arms, cradling his head against the cushion of her breasts. He lifted her off her feet, settled her across his thighs, and drew her mouth to his. Their kiss was tentative at first, but quickly became urgent and demanding. He’d wanted to touch her again like this since that first night, when he’d fallen under the spell of her innocent passion. Her tongue entwined with his, and he cupped her buttocks, pulling her into more intimate contact with him.
    Cindi tossed her bright mane of auburn hair to one side, arched her back as his mouth covered one achingly hard nipple. He sucked gently, and each stroke of his tongue evoked soft sighs and shivers from her. She moaned,