Her stare was bleak. You know, dont you?
That William takes his temper out on his wife? Not until last night. I spent hours awake, puzzling out your behavior. And cursing like the devil that his pride exiled him to the dressing rooms minuscule cot. Your actions only make sense if the consequences of Robertas seduction are dire indeed. And my cousin has always met disappointment with violence.
With a twist of his gut, he realized his free hand crept up to touch his disfigured cheek. Hoping Miss Forsythe hadnt noticed the betraying gesture, he forced his arm back to his side. His tone hardened. I should have guessed.
Poor bloody Roberta. Life as Williams wife must be hell on earth. Her frenetic gaiety in society made sense nowshe was probably relieved that her husband wouldnt cuff her in public. Jonas could almost forgive her for the way she cringed at the merest sight of him.
Miss Forsythe looked devastated. Her voice was low and shaking. If you knowRobertas circumstances, chivalry insists you pardon the debt.
His lips lengthened in an unamused smile. Like honor, chivalry isnt a rule in this game. Surely you know by now that Im a bastard by nature just as Im a bastard by birth.
He expected her to flinch from his plain speaking, but she confronted him squarely. If I stay here, Ill be ruined.
With a grunt of disgustat himself more than herhe released her arm and prowled back to the window. She came after him, standing too near for caution and staring at him as though seeking some evidence of goodness. Shed search till doomsday. The world had turned him into a monster. Hed done his best since to live up to the description.
You must have realized that before you arrived. He forced himself to sound careless, no matter that her proximity stirred his senses so powerfully. The sun flooding through the window lit rich colors in her opulent hair. Flax. Gold. Auburn. Presumably youve told your nearest and dearest some tale to keep them at bay over the next seven days.
I still dont want my name sullied.
You have my word ourliaison will remain secret. Sarcasm sharpened his voice as he continued. Rejoice in your freedom, Miss Forsythe. This week youre at liberty.
Im not at liberty to become a libertine.
His lips quirked at her quick response. Actually you are.
Sidonie Forsythe was totally unawakenedgood God, how had no man seen what he had?but she was in essence a sensual creature. He was adept enough at pleasing a woman, however grotesque his face. His deepest instincts insisted shed relish the act once shed conquered her qualms.
She surveyed him with unconcealed contempt. Youd force me into your bed, knowing the only reason Im there is to save my sister physical harm?
I told youmy taste doesnt run to martyrs.
Her gaze remained stony. Ill never come to you willingly.
When he caught her hand, the jolt of heat threatened to blast his control to ashes. He drew her down beside him on the window seat. Id like the chance to convince you otherwise, bella.
When had her willingness become so important? Sometime since hed kissed her and caught a hint of how sweet shed be in his arms when she finally gave herself up.
She tried and failed to pull away. Only a swaggering coxcomb would hope to change my mind in a mere week. I wont change my mind in a hundred years.
He fought another smile. Did she feel the vivid energy flickering between them? He couldnt believe he burned alone, for all she denied him with words. You make the challenge so delicious.
Im notflirting with you, Mr. Merrick. Im pointing out you waste your time with this absurd scheme.
In which case, youll return to your sister none the worse, he said calmly, efficiently stripping her glove away. He ached to touch her skin.
The cynicism in her expression made her look older than her twenty-four years. You dont for one moment expect to lose, do you?
He raised her hand to his lips and pressed a fervent kiss to her soft palm. Her scent filled his head, intoxicating him like the finest wine. I rely upon my fatal charm.
She tugged at her hand. Her cheeks were pink with outrage and what unfounded optimism read as grudging pleasure. It would almost be worth staying to take you down a few pegs.
Im glad you think so. Reluctantly he released her. Touching her turned thought to chaos and he needed all his wits to gain his way. You forget your sisters stake in our bargain.
Shock tautened her features. She had forgotten Roberta. So you still compel me.
He shrugged. Only to remain at Castle Craven as my guest. Anything further is your choice.
Straightening, she regarded him with the same chilly disdain shed displayed last night. Would she say yes? It astounded him how eager he was for her to stay. Hed be in the devils own thrall before the week was done. God knew how hed keep his hands to himself until she agreed to become his lover. As surely she must.
Still his gut tightened with agonizing suspense as he awaited her assent.
She sucked in a shaky breath but spoke with impressive firmness for a chaste woman conceding herself to a scoundrel. Let us be clear then, Mr. Merrick.
With a mocking gesture, he bent his head. By all means, Miss Forsythe.
Her voice turned flat as she strove for control. In her lap the ungloved hand tightened around the gloved one in silent protest at what he compelled from her. In return for my presence in Castle Craven over the next seven days, or rather six days as Ive already spent a night under your roof, you will surrender Robertas vowels. Her debt will be fully acquitted.
Your companionship, bella. Make no mistakeI want you in my bed and Ill take every opportunity to get you there. No locking yourself away in the highest tower.
I wont cheat.
And you wont cheat in other ways. You wont lock yourself away in your mind, either.
She flushed. I dont know what you mean.
Yes, you do. When I tell you of my intentions, youll listen. When I touch youand believe me, tesoro, Ill touch you over and over again, in ways you havent imagined a man can touch youyou wont fight the pleasure.
She cast him a disgruntled glance under her lashes. You certainly dont lack confidence, Mr. Merrick. Do I have a choice about staying?
His smile turned sly. And triumphant. Hed prevailed. Of course he had. In this particular game, hed always held the winning hand. He refused to acknowledge the shaming relief coiling in his belly. Does Roberta have any jewelry William doesnt know about?
Her lips tightened. You really are a bastard.
Make no mistake. This once, his cheerful self-abnegation rang hollow. She deserved better than this arrangement and they both knew it. He stretched his legs out with an appearance of insouciant superiority.
She gave a sharp nod, still with that hard light in her eyes. You have an agreement, sir. I look forward to leaving here in a week with both pride and virtue intact.
And I look forward to nights of untold rapture in your arms, my dear Miss Forsythe. His smile broadened as victory rang around him like a fanfare of trumpets. May the best man win.
She subjected him to a glare of fulminating dislike, although the color lingering in her cheeks from his kiss spoiled the effect. Make that the best woman, Mr. Merrick.
Chapter Four
What had she done?
Sidonie remained as trapped as shed been since Roberta had flung herself upon her mercy two days ago. She should have known her attempt to leave after only one night would fail. While Merrick cajoled her into staying, shed desperately struggled to avoid her fate. But the threat to her sister remained paramount. Last time William lost his temper, hed broken Robertas arm and two ribs. If he learned his wife betrayed him with his worst enemy, hed kill her.
At least Sidonie had wrenched a small portion of control back, but she didnt underestimate how difficult Mer-rick would make it to maintain her virtue. She already found him compelling and hed hardly exerted himself yet to suborn her. Even now, when shed pledged her word to cooperate, her mind scurried hither and yon to find an escape. But there was nothing. Only her hollow claim that shed cleave to her chastity, however he tempted her.
Believe me, tesoro, Ill touch you over and over again, in ways you havent even imagined a man can touch you.
She hid a shiver as she recalled those low words, promising pleasures beyond her wildest dreams. A shiver of fear. Also a shiver of unwilling interest.
Shall we shake on the deal? He stood and extended one elegant hand in her direction.
Sidonie fought the urge to tell him hed touched her quite enough. Why not?
As his hand curled firm around hers, heat tingled on her skin. Heat that had surged to flame when he kissed her palm.
As he lowered her hand, his knowing expression bolstered resistance. Privately she might admit he drew her on levels shed never known. To his face, she meant to continue her defiance. And hope against hope a sharp tongue and prickly attitude saved her. Six days of discomfiting, unceasing awareness of her captor loomed ahead. More to the point, six nights.
She met Merricks silvery gaze and acknowledged with a sinking feeling in her stomach that six days could be a lifetime. Only seconds into their bargain and already she recognized the dangers of allowing him to touch her when and how he liked. The memory of his fingers trailing over her naked skin blinded her to her surroundings. She shifted uncomfortably against the window seat.
Hed made no secret of his sinful plans. At least hed been honest with her. A grim voice at the back of her mind reminded her she hadnt been honest with him. Not completely. Not about a discovery that would change his life forever. Her eyes faltered away from his as though he might read her guilty secrets in her face.
Have you had breakfast?
She frowned and rose, even if it meant standing far too close to him. Perching on the window seat left her feeling disagreeably like a sitting duck. Mr. Merrick, the way to my heart isnt through my stomach.
He arched his black eyebrows. My sights are set on parts of you other than your heart, Miss Forsythe.
Oh. She wished desperately he wouldnt keep stealing her capacity for speech. For pitys sake, what was wrong with her? He couldnt undermine twenty-four years of rectitude with a mere kiss on the hand.
His thumb rubbed casually over the back of her hand. Except nothing he did was casual. Given what well become to each other, surely we can dispense with formalities. My name is Jonas.
I suspect its to my advantage to preserve formalities.
And Im convinced of the outcome whatever we call each other, bella.
Oh, very well, she said irritably. She straightened and withdrew her hand, surprised he let her go. You may call me Sidonie.
Why not let her go? He had her exactly where he wanted. Within pouncing reach. Excellent. The idea of whispering Miss Forsythe into your ear as I slide inside you is just too arousing.
She flushed at the graphic picture he painted. You cant say things like that.
He smiled with an annoying edge of triumph and stepped nearer, towering above her. So early in the game, and you cry forfeit, Sidonie.
Temper came to her rescue. He might treat her ruin as an unimportant trifle, but she wasnt nearly so easy with what occurred. I suppose Ill become accustomed to your vulgarity.
His laugh curled around her resistance like ivy clinging to a crumbling stone tower. Im sure you will, at that.
He strode toward the door and opened it with a flourish. Shall we proceed to the dining room? He surveyed her with unreadable eyes. Then perhaps you and I can share a ride.
She blushed furiously. Mr. Merrick
His smile turned wicked. Now whos being vulgar? I need to check the property after the storm. I thought you might like some fresh air.
She marched past into the hallway. Six days. Then shed be free, never to see the wanton and irritating Jonas Merrick again.
Those six days promised torments to shame the devil.
When Sidonie rushed into the stableyard, Jonas was talking to a small, wizened man who held the reins of two high-bred horses, a cream Arab mare and a large bay gelding. Without interrupting his discussion, her nemesis sent her a faint smile. Shed taken longer changing than arranged but he betrayed no impatience. Yet again, she contemplated the contrast between the Merrick cousins. William loathed the smallest inconvenience and lashed out if anyone delayed or obstructed him.
The last lonely years, mainly spent running Barstowe Hall, hadnt prepared her to defend herself from a dangerous roué. She supposed she must have had girlish dreams once of a fascinating man focusing his attention on her. She couldnt remember them. Once she was old enough to understand the dynamic of the marital bond, her dreams had become more prosaic: an independent, useful life where decisions were hers and no man treated her as his property.
The groom dipped his head to acknowledge her and disappeared into the stables. Merrick studied her with a glint in his eye. Part sexual interest, part approval, part something she couldnt altogether interpret. It was as though he asked a question and she said yes without knowing what she agreed to.
She shook off the disturbing sensation and lifted her chin. Her hands tightened on the elegant little crop.
I see you found the riding habit, he said neutrally.
I see youre prepared for all eventualities when ladies visit, she responded with a tart edge. When shed seen the stylish black habit laid across her bedhis bed, she supposedshed cringed. She told herself his liaisons were none of her business, but that niggle of resentment persisted.
A deepening of the faint lines around his eyes indicated amusement. Ive never brought a mistress here, if that worries you.
Im not your mistress, she snapped, annoyed that he immediately attributed her ill temper to jealousy.
Yet. He subjected her to a thorough inspection. It fits.
Its too tight. Mrs. Bevan had to shift the buttons. Thats why Im late.