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excuse to hang around in the cathedral afterwards.’
    ‘Why?’
    ‘Because when everyone else has left ...’
    She felt a stir in her clit again. ‘When everyone has left ... what?’
    ‘When everyone else has left I’m going to fuck you over the pew, right at the front, near the altar and ...’
    Rapunzel looked up at his face and saw his eyes darkening with desire. Beneath her palm, his heart rate picked up. ‘And ...’ Her heart rate picked up too.
    ‘And I’m going to put a gag in your pretty mouth so no one will hear that sexy little shout you do just before you come ... because that,’ he tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, ‘is just for me.’

Part Five
    THE DAY OF THE WEDDING dawned with a cloudless blue sky. Birds were singing, animals celebrating and the flowers abundant. A light breeze tickled the tree-tops carrying the chatter of guests as they filed into the Marble Cathedral in all their finery.
    Rapunzel had been waiting in the front pew with Belle and Tinkerbell for five minutes but it felt like five hours. She was so fidgety with anticipation at seeing Beast again, knowing what he wanted to do.
    ‘You OK?’ Tinkerbell asked Belle for the hundredth time, hovering by her shoulder.
    ‘Yes, quit asking.’ Belle scowled.
    Rapunzel looked at Belle’s fingers, they were wrinkled and pale, her hair was damp at the roots and she kept wiping at mascara which refused to stop running. ‘It was good then?’ Rapunzel whispered. ‘With the mermen?’
    ‘Too good,’ Belle groaned. ‘I couldn’t get out of the tank.’ She held out her hand and frowned at her puckered fingertips. ‘There was this one called Carled who could do this amazing thing with his tail and you should have seen the size of his fin,’ she paused and her eyes widened. ‘And he had the most amazing ...’
    Suddenly the bridal march tune flew to the lofty ceilings, bounced against the ancient stone walls and filled the cathedral with echoes. All heads turned and the murmur of conversation halted.
    Cinderella stood at the huge, sunlit doorway, arm in arm with her short, silver-haired father. Her dress was the colour of freshly fallen snow and her brunette curls dotted with diamonds. She held a huge bunch of wild flowers dripping with tendrils of ivy and lavender stems. As she began to glide down the aisle, two blue tits hovered before her and three tiny fawn deer tiptoed behind her. Coming up at the rear, puggy, red faces frowning through layers of garish makeup, walked Cinderella’s two sisters. Their outfits were gaudy and lewd, bodices too low, colours sickly and seams bursting. With sausage fingers, they flung fragrant pot pourri along the red carpet as though spreading muck, flicking it sharply from their fingers and muttering under their breath.
    Rapunzel saw Prince Tate in the congregation. Next to him stood a pretty, raven-haired girl with white-as-paper skin and a red, hooded cape resting over her shoulders. Tate was looking straight at Cinderella with a self-satisfied look on his face and, as she drew level, he pulled in his lips as if remembering a flavour.
    If Cinderella felt alarmed or embarrassed or in the slightest bit repentant about what she’d done with Tate on her hen night, Rapunzel couldn’t glimpse it in her eyes. She looked straight at him, her expression demure, innocent and calm and moved smoothly on, offering him only the barest of acknowledgements with her eyes.
    Tate inclined his head and took hold of the hand belonging to the pretty girl at his side.
    Rapunzel shifted her attention and spotted Beast lurking in the shadows right at the very back of the cathedral. He was staring at her, arms folded over his wide chest. Her breath tugged, her stomach danced and her knees became feeble beneath her satin gown. The memory of what he’d done to her just hours ago made her whole body pulse. He’d made her fly to another plane, another level of existence and she wanted more, she wanted to