The Object of My Desire

By Ramona Mainstrom

Lady Ithena's secret desire for the foreign slave, Kortan Nahvyn, could get him killed. Though she can't accept his offer of love, Kortan will risk a brutal death for fleeting moments of stolen passion. When a wealthy caravan arrives to ransom Kortan's freedom, the couple will risk everything to be together, but Ithena's aging father won't easily let go of his only daughter.

 

A stirring tale of forbidden love, The Object of My Desire is intended for mature readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ember Park Imprint
• Release date: Jul 11, 2023
• ISBN: 9781989016855

Ramona Mainstrom

Ramona Mainstrom has been writing under various pen names and genres since the 90’s. Travel enthusiast and tea-lover, Ramona became an author after discovering she's horrible at retail, waitressing, and housekeeping. She began her journey under this name with a promise to write without prejudice or inhibition. Ramona currently spends her days sharing her daydreams with as many people she can with the hope her writing will impassion others.

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The Object of My Desire

Ramona Mainstrom

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Ember Park Imprint

Copyright © 2023 RAMONA MAINSTROM

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No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.

Editing: Lyndsey Smith, Cozy Nook Editing

Cover Design & Interior Art: Covers by Rosa

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-989016-85-5

Print ISBN: 978-1-989016-86-2

Ember Park Imprint

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Lady Ithena’s secret desire for the foreign slave, Kortan Nahvyn, could get him killed. Though she can’t accept his offer of love, Kortan will risk a brutal death for fleeting moments of stolen passion. When a wealthy caravan arrives to ransom Kortan’s freedom, the couple will risk everything to be together, but Ithena’s aging father won’t easily let go of his only daughter.

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A stirring tale of forbidden love, The Object of My Desire is intended for mature readers due to language and descriptions of sex.

Contents

1.Chapter 1

2.Chapter 2

3.Chapter 3

4.Chapter 4

5.Chapter 5

6.Chapter 6

7.Chapter 7

8.Chapter 8

9.Chapter 9

10.Chapter 10

11.Chapter 11

12.Chapter 12

13.Chapter 13

14.Chapter 14

15.Chapter 15

16.Chapter 16

17.Chapter 17

18.Chapter 18

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Chapter 1

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I’ve wandered off track again. I promised myself I wouldn’t return, but I knew it was a lie when I spoke it, knew my feet would bring me back to the little tavern. Traitorous feet. They listen to my heart and not my head.

Cheap candles drop a veil of greasy smoke over my eyes. Their shy flames leave the recesses of the dirty common room cloaked in darkness. I cross to the small table near the back. Not quite in full shadow, it allows me to sit toward the wall and hide my face from prying eyes.

Like mine.

My gaze rakes over the shadowed corner to my right. My gut is tight, and I feel the prickle of anticipation along my spine when I see movement in its depths. A whimper. A grunt. A streak of blonde hair. My vision adjusts enough for me to see the young woman leaned over a battered table.

But that is not the object of my desire. The flash of a twirling mustache. It is the familiar prickle along my arms. The one who has served me so faithfully for years.

Kortan Nahvyn.

He has tamed a barmaid in the corner, seed captured in a handkerchief, and is still wet with her desire.

There is a small moment of heartbreak when you see something you want but cannot have. I feel it now, but his knowing look gives me hope.

Worn shirt and pants, large hat, and scuffed boots — my guise has not fooled him. It never does. Kortan sees me, no matter how I hide.

My heart races at the sight of his broad and powerful body. His wet cock. The inviting smile on his face. He strokes himself slowly with strong hands, watching for my reaction. Every movement is graceful and with purpose. My body tenses with longing, and his smile widens. He knows what he’s doing to me.

I want to feel his touch, but that is forbidden. So, I sit an arm’s length away and watch him stroke himself. He grows hard and draws the blonde back to him.

Again? she mutters, oblivious to her audience.

He pulls the skirt over her head to hide her face. This show is intended only for me. As always. Kortan is a wicked man. He wants my attention on him — on what he does.

In the shadowed corner of the tavern, he slides into her slowly, gray eyes locked on my face. My breath comes faster, and he fucks her with the tempered patience of a stalking cat. My imagination fills in the feel of him thrusting into me. In my mind, I am her. My hands clench in my lap to stop from touching myself in public.

He fucks her harder, faster, his gaze never wavering. Oh, that I were in her place. My breath comes in quick gasps. His nostrils flare in reply, head tilting back.

I grip the material of my pants. My knuckles graze my groin, and sparks of pleasure jolt through me. We are not alone, and I must not draw attention. I am a silent captive, merely wishing I were a player in his show.

Pink lips parted and head thrown back, the barmaid is beautiful in her passion. Would I be as beautiful in her place? Would he drive me as relentlessly?

Sweat glistens off his cleanly shaven head, and his smile fades. His face is serious, and her little squeaks of pleasure are lost on him. There is only him and me.

He leisurely sucks his first two fingers, teasing me. When they are wet, he slides them between her bum cheeks. The girl moans as he presses and rubs. My throat squeezes around an echoing whimper.

Dear God on High. I am a trapped mouse in his hypnotic hold, wet with my own lust. He brings the barmaid to a quick climax. Kortan does not cum, but the rigidity of his wide face and the curve of his hips say he is close. Instead, he pulls out and gently pushes the woman aside. He will not share with her. What he has belongs to me alone.

He stands with his dripping cock in hand, like an offering. If only I could accept. If it would not ruin me or be his death, I would fly to him. But I must not. I fight for control of my breathing to calm my racing heart.

Kortan runs his hand along his shaft one last time and pinches the tip. His body tenses, and his eyes burn with hunger. Then he tucks himself into his pants, and I whimper in disappointment. I want more. I need more.

His knowing smile returns, white teeth flashing under his dark mustache. He winks and turns away, finally releasing me from his spell.

He knows. The devil knows. It will not be long before I succumb to his invitation. Before I beg him to fuck me like the forgotten blonde.

Soon . . . But not tonight.

My chair scrapes along the floor when I stand, echoing in my ears like thunder. I tell myself no one is watching me leave, walking with my head down to hide my tell-tale freckles under the brim of my ridiculous hat.

It was a mistake to enter the tavern. I knew what I’d see, and I went anyway. I knew how much it would tear at my heart and burn in my blood. But I needed to see him outside the formality of our stations for a little while. Wanted to imagine myself at the end of his shaft, no matter how deeply it hurt.

The first time I saw him there, I didn’t know he would catch me spying. That I would find him in such a lustful