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Authors: Victoria Vane
“Of course. Now that Beauclerc no longer stands in our way,
we are at last free to be together.”
DeVere answered dryly, “By my count, we have already
been
together
in as many ways as is humanly possible. Thus, it appears
to me the good duke was never any true obstacle.”
“You are entirely too wicked.” She laughed and raised herself
up to straddle his belly. She rubbed her mons against him with a
purr, reaching a hand behind to guide him into her, but not find-
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ing what she expected. “Is there a
problem,
my lord? I’ve never
known your cock to require any encouragement.”
“Perhaps it’s become bored with the menu?”
“Bored!” She threw her powdered head back with a derisive
laugh. “You lying whoreson! I’m the best you’ve ever had! You
just don’t want to make an honest woman of me.”
“All too true, my sweet. Did it never occur to you that it was
precisely your
unavailability
that made up the greater part of your
charm?”
Her face contorted with rage, she drew back to strike him,
but he caught her by both wrists. “Tsk, tsk, Caro. I think not!” He
flipped her onto her back, caging her with his body.
“I
thought
we would be good together, but I see now I’d only
demean myself if attached to you.”
He smirked. “But why would you even consider settling for a
mere viscount after having a ducal coronet? As I recall, you once
thought it a very poor bargain.”
“Is
that
what this is truly about?” Her breathing was ragged,
her gaze venomous. “Just some petty revenge because I once jilted
you? How pathetic.”
He thought she would make the effort now to push him off
her, but she undulated beneath him instead, wrapping her legs
around his waist, pressing her hot core against him. He found
himself hardening against his will.
“Part of you still wants me,” she said with smug satisfaction.
“You can’t deny it
now.
” No, he couldn’t; but then again, his cock
always had defiantly refused to be ruled by his brain. “Very well,
Caroline, I
won’t
deny it.” He gave her a fulsome smile as he thrust
into her. “So let us just consider this our farewell fuck.”
Diana left DeVere’s
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chambers in a peculiar daze comprised
of equal parts anger, confusion, and lust. She had never been so
affected by a man. All he had to do was look at her to set her skin
tingling and pulse racing. It had taken little more than a touch
and a suggestive word from him for her emptiness to expand and
a powerful yearning to take hold of her body. When his lips had
seared her skin, she had almost melted away—certainly her fine
upstanding resolution had.
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Outwardly, she had reacted with the proper amount of righ-
teous indignation, storming away as any virtuous woman would,
yet now she wondered how virtuous she really was. The meaning
of his parting comment was clear, and Diana wondered if a small
part of her shared his disappointment.
Deny it as she tried, she actually envied the freedom of those
like the duchess and DeVere, people who broke convention and
flouted society to take what they wanted and do as they pleased.
She knew that many unhappy wives hired strapping, young foot-
men to satisfy their unfulfilled needs, but she told herself she
wasn’t such a woman. If she was, wouldn’t she have taken a lov-
er long ago? But then again, she’d never experienced the acute
physical awareness, the profound magnetic pull that she felt with
DeVere. God knows
what
might have happened had the duchess
not interrupted them.
Still, as much as Diana was drawn to him, she hated her vul-
nerability. He was unquestionably an expert in the arts of seduc-
tion. Even his best friend had warned her about him, but she had
believed herself impervious to his mesmerizing charm. She now
laughed at her own folly. The Viscount DeVere was a dangerous
man indeed.
With these thoughts pillaging her peace, Diana knocked on
Annalee’s door.
“Come in,” was the faint reply. Diana entered the apartments
decorated in soothing shades of oyster and dusty rose damask to
find Annalee had been dozing with a book in her lap. She gave
Diana a tired smile. “Have you seen DeVere?”
“Yes,” Diana said. “I have just come from speaking with him.”
“And?” Annalee studied her intently.
“Let us say Edward’s warning did not go astray.”
Annalee’s eyes widened. “Did he importune you, Diana?”
She considered her answer. “Not precisely, but his invitation
was clear.”
“The cad! You never should have spoken with him alone. Ned
should have insisted—”
“No, dearest. This was a matter I had to take into my own
hands. As it stands, I feel we will come to an agreement.”
“What do you mean? Has he not given you an answer?”
“He said he wishes to see the horse run before he will make
any decision.”
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“Then I give him credit for wisdom, anyway.” Annalee sighed.
“That man is truly a conundrum. I doubt there is any woman ca-
pable of taming him.”
“What of our darling duchess?” Diana asked
“Caroline? I never did tell you that story, did I? She might
have had him once, you know. They had an understanding, but
the very night before Ludovic was to petition her father for her
hand, she threw him over for the duke.”
“Did she? It seems she harbors regrets now.”
“She might, but he certainly does not!” Annalee laughed.
“But isn’t she his mistress?”
“DeVere is no fool. Despite her designs on him, that’s all she’ll
ever be.”
“So he uses her?” Diana said.
“It is my understanding she came uninvited. The hussy de-
serves what she gets.”
“Such condemnation!” Diana laughed. “I didn’t think you
had it in you, dearest.”
“DeVere is a rogue, but he once had honorable intentions to-
ward her. Though he vehemently denied it at the time, I think she
hurt him badly. I hold her much to blame that he’s never settled
down. I wonder now if he ever will.” Annalee yawned.
“How are you feeling, Annalee?”
“Excessively drained,” Annalee confessed. “I have no energy
and often wish that I could sleep the day away. It takes what little
reserves I have to keep Ned from hovering over me. He worries
so. I told him I want nothing more than to give him a son, but
after the last miscarriage...” Her lip quivered slightly at the word.
“...and my extended recovery, he swore he wouldn’t allow it to
happen again.” Annalee rubbed her belly with a shy smile. “But
fortunately, I am blessed with a passionate man. Oh!” she cried
out suddenly.
“What is it?” Diana exclaimed. “Are you all right?”
Annalee gave her an ebullient smile. “I am wonderful! I just
felt little Ned kick me! Come, Diana!” She sat upright and patted
the cushion beside her. “See if you can feel it too.”
Diana perched gingerly on the divan and laid a light hand on
her cousin’s belly.
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“Here,” Annalee said, laying her own hand firmly on top.
Both women held their breath until Diana sensed the faintest flut-
ter. “Is that movement?” she asked, incredulous.
“Yes!” Annalee laughed, her eyes alight with joy. “It was! I
can’t wait to tell Ned.”
“I am so happy for you both,” Diana said. “I only wish I could
also have had a child...”
Annalee’s smile disappeared. “Do you not think there is any
chance you and Reggie...”
“No,” Diana said flatly. “There is none. I only want it to be
over now.”
“I am so sorry.” Annalee squeezed her hand in sympathy.
“So am I,” Diana said, plucking at her skirts. “I have been
very unhappy in this marriage, Annalee, but I know that is the lot
of many women. Unions like yours with Edward are exceedingly
rare. We never had what you and Edward have together. The af-
fection...the passion. If only Reggie had shown me a modicum of
kindness and respect, I would have resigned myself to carry on.”
“Even in the beginning?” Annalee asked. “Are you saying he
never showed you attention or cared for your pleasure?”
“Pleasure?” Diana laughed bitterly. “You mean in the mar-
riage bed? Never. It was a most unpleasant experience.”
“It often is in the very beginning,” agreed Annalee. “But it
never improved?”
“On the contrary, it got much worse, became intolerable.” Di-
ana averted her gaze. “At first, I thought it was me. He accused me
of being frigid and said it was my fault...”
“He was impotent?”
“Unless he drank,” Diana said. “So he began to come to me
only when in his cups, and that’s when matters took a different
turn. It was as if he had decided to punish me for failing in my
duty to produce a child.”
Annalee’s forehead puckered. “How do you mean?”
Diana opened her mouth and closed it again. She studied the
floral pattern on the toe of her embroidered slipper.
“What is it, Diana?” Annalee asked. “Surely you can tell me.”
“Have you and Edward ever...” Diana fought the huge lump
forming in her throat. The thought of sharing her humiliating se-
cret made her feel ashamed and dirty.
“Go on,” Annalee urged.
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She licked her lips. Her eyes grew bleary. “Has Edward ever...
has he ever used you...in a way that is...unnatural?”
Annalee threw both arms about her. “My God, Diana! What
did that
beast
do to you?”
The question opened the floodgate of five years keeping. An-
nalee held her and stroked her hair as Diana choked out her story.
“It was never good between us.” She hiccupped. “When he came
to me, it was never tender. It was
never
as a lover.”
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Chapter Seven
In the ostentatiously gilded library with its Italianate frescoed
ceiling, DeVere lounged, his booted feet carelessly propped upon
the burnished mahogany desk, studying his guest in a silent and
scowling appraisal. DeVere noted the bloodshot eyes, the facial
ruddiness, and slightly bloated features. Of medium height and
slight build, the Baron Palmerston-Wriothesley might have ap-
peared somewhat boyish from a distance, but in close quarters,
he showed all the signs of deterioration from dissipation. Sizing
the man up, DeVere found the sum total wanting.
Lord Reggie deserved to squirm like the worm he was. In-
deed,
far
worse. What he truly merited was to be strung up by his
bollocks.
“You wished a word with me, my lord?” Reggie finally
prompted, the lengthy silence having achieving its purpose. “If
it is an apology you seek for my...er...condition last evening.” He
gave an embarrassed laugh. “I’m sure you know how it is...”
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“To be carried home stinking drunk?” DeVere made no effort
to hide his scorn. “Not in a good many years. It is my observation,
Lord Reginald, that if a man cannot hold his drink, it behooves
him to abstain unless in the company of those he implicitly trusts.”
“Lofty words from one whose own exploits in debauchery are
legendary,” Reggie snapped back. “I was lost in the heat of the
moment. You are a notorious gamester. Surely you have found
yourself in a similar predicament—”
DeVere raised a hand and gave the man a dangerous look.
“Don’t
ever
presume
to compare yourself with me. I may play deep,
but I have the means to do so. And when I lose, I pay the reckon-
ing. A gentleman
never
shirks a debt of honor.” He retrieved a
handful of notes from his breast pocket and slammed them on the
desk. “Your vowels, I believe?”
“How do you have these? And why?” Reggie’s expression
grew thunderous. “I credited O’Kelly with more discretion.”
“How I came by them doesn’t matter a whit,” DeVere an-
swered. “As to why? To save certain innocent people embarrass-
ment. While you can go to the devil for all I care, I won’t have oth-
ers suffer on your behalf and certainly not while under my roof.”
Reggie’s gaze narrowed. “I told O’Kelly I would get the mon-
ey. I sent notice to the banker—”
“And thus, you forfeited your estate, your sole means of live-
lihood to that blackguard? An estate that I understand only came
to you by marriage? What manner of jackass are you?”
Reggie looked like he would explode but managed a tight-
lipped reply. “I find myself in a bit of a tight spot at present, but
all will be well after the races.”
“And so you would place your entire future on a stupid four-
legged creature?” DeVere rolled his eyes heavenward. “The fool’s
folly never ends!”
Reggie’s fists were balled by his sides, his eyes glazed with
fury. “If I win the race, my problems are resolved.”