Taken by the Master Painter

By Vanessa E Silver

This is a historical erotic short story (word count 4,686).

Cassandra did not know what was in store for her when she arrived at the isolated home of Master Sullivan ‘The Master Painter,’ to sit for her portrait.

She finds herself taken aback when she is met by a handsome but solemn man, with the most intense grey eyes.  But despite Master Sullivan’s initially cold manner towards her, Cassandra cannot help but be both drawn to him and impressed by his wonderful talent as he proceeds to create an image like no other of her on canvas. It leaves Cassandra to wonder what other talents he may possess!

Does Cassandra dare to find out? And will Master Sullivan oblige her by satisfying her burning desire and lust with even more passion than he is taking in completing his masterpiece painting of her?!

• Language: English
• Publisher: LB Books
• Release date: Nov 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519967534

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Taken by the Master Painter

Vanessa E Silver

Published by LB Books, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

TAKEN BY THE MASTER PAINTER

First edition. November 3, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 Vanessa E Silver.

ISBN: 978-1519967534

Written by Vanessa E Silver.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

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Chapter 1

‘Master Sullivan!’ I knocked loudly upon the front door of the small stone building before me. I could not help but worry that I had come too late when I heard no reply back to greet me.

Feeling very much deflated, I turned to leave, and I had already reached halfway back to the carriage that had bought me to the remote and isolated house when I heard the sound of a door opening behind me.

Immediately, I stopped in my tracks as I turned slowly to face a tall, well-built figure dressed in plain black breeches and an opened white creased shirt that gave a little glimpse of his toned and muscled body.

‘Why are you disturbing my peace?’ I heard his gruff deep voice. ‘Who are you lady? Or are you now unable to speak after all the noise you just made at my front door?’ He looked at me with a clear scowl upon his face, which did not, however, detract from his dark ruggedly handsome features, consisting of a strong jaw line covered with a shadow of hair, a proud roman nose, and the most intense grey eyes which challenged me just as much